[Lousy1995]

Good update but small. Why don't you post long update with elaborated love making scene. How arvind enjoys same type John enjoy Shalini

Sorry for the small update , now i have updated the previous update more detailed , plz go and read it . the next update will be posted within night .

[Lousy1995]

---

After two days of this torturous routine, we all finally planned to return to Bangalore. Aravind suggested that before going to Bangalore we all can go on the last day of the Ooty trip to his  private tea estate for a picnic and stay there at night and we'll travel the next morning . Mom agreed without any suspicion, smiling softly as she nodded. But I already knew exactly what he was planning. The tea estate was isolated, surrounded by dense greenery — the perfect place to take things further.


The night before the trip to the estate, everything followed the same pattern. The caretaker served Mom the usual drug-laced herbal juice multiple times during the day. Aravind continued acting like the perfect, caring host, while Shalini remained completely unaware of the storm brewing around her.

That night, dinner was served on individual plates. Something felt off, but I had no choice this time. I ate the food quietly and went straight to my room, pretending to be sleepy. I tried my best to stay awake, lying in the darkness with my heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. But hours passed and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Eventually, I gave up and just lay there with my eyes open, thinking about what Aravind might do tomorrow at the tea estate.

It was past midnight when thirst forced me out of bed. I quietly stepped outside to drink water. That’s when I heard it — soft, rhythmic moaning coming from the far end of the corridor.

My body tensed. I moved silently toward Aravind’s room. The door was deliberately left slightly ajar. What I saw made my breath catch.

Shalini Aunty was completely naked, her mature, voluptuous body glistening with sweat even in the cool Ooty night. Her large, heavy breasts — easily 38D — bounced heavily as she rode Aravind’s thick cock in cowgirl position. Her long, loose hair cascaded down her back, sticking to her sweaty skin. She was grinding on him passionately, her wide hips rolling in deep circles, taking his entire length inside her wet pussy again and again.

Aravind had his hands firmly gripping her fleshy ass, guiding her movements. He suddenly flipped her onto her back and started pounding her in missionary, hard and deep. Shalini’s legs wrapped around his waist as she moaned loudly, her big tits jiggling with every powerful thrust. They changed positions again — he took her from behind in doggy style, slapping her huge, round ass cheeks while pulling her hair. Shalini’s body trembled as she came hard, her moans turning into loud cries of pleasure.

I was stunned by Aravind’s insane stamina. Even in the cold climate, both of them were sweating profusely, their bodies shining under the dim light. He fucked her non-stop, switching between rough and deep strokes, showing no signs of slowing down.

Suddenly, I heard a soft creak behind me.

Panic hit me. I quickly hid inside the kitchen entrance just as Mom emerged from her room. She was yawning sleepily, walking slowly toward the kitchen in her simple white cotton nighty that reached just below her knees. My heart raced — if she caught me here, everything would be over.

But then she too heard the moans.

Mom froze for a second, then moved curiously toward Aravind’s room. The moment she peeked inside and saw Shalini getting fucked senseless, she gasped and swiftly turned her face away, exactly like any decent, conservative woman would. I felt a strange sense of relief.

But that relief didn’t last long.

After a few seconds, Mom slowly turned her head back and peeked again. This time, she didn’t look away. She stood there silently, watching her neighbor’s wife getting railed like a whore. Her breathing gradually became heavier.

I took the chance and silently moved away from the kitchen toward the hall, staying hidden in the shadows.

Mom remained there for several minutes, transfixed. Her right hand unconsciously moved to her neck, gently rubbing it, then slowly traveled down to her thighs, stroking them over her nighty. Her legs pressed together as she shifted uncomfortably. Even from a distance, I could see the conflict on her face — shock mixed with undeniable arousal.

[img][/img] [img][/img]

Suddenly, she turned and hurried back to her room, closing the door behind her.

I realized why she had run.

Aravind and Shalini had finished and were coming out of the room — both completely naked. Shalini looked like the ultimate MILF fantasy. Her massive, firm breasts hung heavily with dark, erect nipples. Her waist was surprisingly curvy for her age, flaring out into wide, child-bearing hips and a massive, juicy ass that jiggled with every step. Sweat glistened on her skin, making her look raw and freshly fucked.

They both drank water from the fridge casually, as if it was completely normal, before going back inside and closing the door this time.

I was sure Aravind had left the door open on purpose earlier.

My mind was racing. I had to know what Mom was doing.

Heart pounding wildly in my chest, I quietly slipped out of the house into the cold Ooty night. I moved stealthily toward the side balcony of Mom’s room, carefully climbed the nearby tree, and with shaky hands, pulled myself up and jumped onto the balcony. My breath fogged the glass as I pressed my face close to the window, peering inside like a desperate pervert.

Mom was lying on the edge of her bed in her thin cotton nighty. She looked extremely restless and horny. Being the innocent, conservative woman she was, she had no real idea how to masturbate properly. She was awkwardly rubbing her thighs together, pressing her palms against her lower belly, clearly frustrated.

[img][/img]  [img][/img]

Mom was lying on the edge of her bed, looking unbearably restless and horny. Her thin white cotton nighty had ridden up her thick, fair thighs, exposing the soft flesh almost up to her panties. The innocent, conservative Christian wife I had known all my life clearly had no clue how to properly pleasure herself. She was awkwardly rubbing her smooth thighs together again and again, desperately trying to ease the burning ache between her legs. Her palms pressed firmly against her lower belly, right above her pussy, as if trying to control the intense heat the drugs had flooded her body with.

After a few torturous minutes, her trembling hands slowly slid upward. With shy hesitation, she cupped her massive, heavy breasts over the thin nighty. The moment her fingers made contact, a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips — “Mmmhh…” — the very first time I had ever heard my own mother moan in pleasure.

That sound was pure sin. It was gentle, breathy, and dripping with confusion and raw need. “Ahh… haa…” Another helpless moan followed as she started squeezing and massaging her big, soft tits. Her dark, erect nipples were clearly visible, poking hard and shamelessly through the fabric like two stiff peaks begging for attention. She kneaded her heavy breasts with inexperienced hands, sometimes pressing them together, sometimes lifting and bouncing them gently, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her drug-fueled body.

Her wide hips began moving on their own, slowly grinding against the mattress in small, needy circles. The hem of her nighty had bunched up completely now, giving me a clear view of her white panties clinging tightly to her swollen pussy lips. A small wet patch was visibly forming right at the center.

She looked so beautifully innocent yet so fucking lewd at the same time — a devout, saree-clad Christian wife secretly touching herself like a whore after watching another woman get brutally fucked. Her fair face was flushed a deep crimson, eyes half-closed in shame and pleasure, full lips parted as those soft, suppressed moans kept spilling out uncontrollably. “Mmm… ohh… what’s happening to me…” she whispered breathlessly to herself, her voice thick with lust and embarrassment.

For nearly ten long minutes, I watched my conservative mother clumsily play with her voluptuous body — squeezing her breasts harder, pinching her nipples through the fabric, and desperately rubbing her thighs together, chasing a release she didn’t even know how to reach. Her breathing grew heavier, her moans becoming slightly louder and more desperate.

Finally, exhaustion mixed with overwhelming arousal seemed to defeat her. Mom let out one last shaky moan, pulled the blanket over her trembling body, and slowly drifted off into a restless sleep, her thighs still pressed tightly together.

I climbed down the tree with extreme difficulty, my 8-inch cock painfully hard and throbbing inside my shorts, leaking precum like crazy. As I returned to my room, a violent storm of emotions raged inside me — crushing guilt for spying on my own mother, burning jealousy, deep love for the innocent woman she was… and an unbearable, sick excitement for what Aravind had planned for her tomorrow at the tea estate.

[Lousy1995]

---

The next morning, Mom looked visibly disturbed. She was unusually quiet and low, barely making eye contact with anyone. I could clearly see the guilt and confusion written all over her face — the after-effects of last night’s forbidden arousal were still haunting her. She moved around the house like a woman carrying a heavy secret, her cheeks occasionally flushing without any reason.

After lunch, we finally began our journey to the tea estate. Aravind had arranged a driver, and the journey was supposed to take nearly five hours. Aravind and the driver sat in the front, while Mom, Shalini Aunty, and I sat in the back seat.

Mom’s mood seemed slightly better than morning, but she was still somewhat reserved. However, the drugs Aravind had been feeding her for the past few days were clearly still working — her face had a constant soft glow, and she kept shifting in her seat restlessly.

After almost four hours of travel, when it was already getting dark, the car suddenly jerked and came to a halt. One of the tires had punctured badly. The driver inspected it and said it would take at least two hours to fix.

Aravind thought for a moment and suggested, “The estate is only about 30 minutes walk from here. We can walk the remaining distance.” Almost everyone agreed, except Shalini Aunty, who complained that her ankle was hurting. Aravind nodded understandingly and told her, “You stay with the driver. Once the car is fixed, both of you can come.”

So, the three of us — Aravind, Mom, and I — started walking along the quiet, misty road. Aravind walked ahead, while Mom and I followed a few steps behind.

Just fifteen minutes into the walk, the sky opened up. Light droplets turned into heavy rain within seconds. We were caught completely off guard. All three of us got drenched quickly. Mom’s thin saree started clinging to her voluptuous body like a second skin. Her tight blouse became almost transparent, clearly outlining the shape of her heavy breasts and hard nipples. The wet fabric stuck to her deep navel and the soft curve of her wide hips. It was an incredibly lewd sight.

I noticed Aravind frequently stealing glances at Mom’s soaked body, his eyes lingering on her chest and ass. The moment I looked at him, he quickly turned his head away, pretending to look at the road.

We took shelter under a small roadside shop. The rain showed no signs of stopping. After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, Aravind went to the shopkeeper, introduced himself as the owner of the nearby tea estate, and after some negotiation (and money), managed to get a large umbrella.

He came back and handed the umbrella to me.

“John, go back to the car and bring Shalini along with some dry clothes for all of us,” he said casually. “Anuradha and I will wait here. The rain is too heavy.”

Mom hesitated for a second but eventually nodded in agreement.

I took the umbrella and started walking back toward the broken car, my mind filled with suspicion. What is he planning? Before leaving, I turned back once and saw Aravind standing very close to Mom under the small shelter, both of them wet and alone.

I rushed as fast as I could. It took me only 8–10 minutes to reach the car. But when I arrived, the car was empty. Neither Shalini Aunty nor the driver was there. I searched around frantically but couldn’t find them.

Then I noticed a small bus stop nearby with a toilet at the back. I called out loudly, “Shalini Aunty!”

After a few seconds, Shalini came out of the toilet, looking slightly startled. “John? Why are you here?” she asked, sounding annoyed and in a hurry.

I explained what Aravind had told me. She listened but seemed impatient. “I’m not coming right now,” she said quickly. “I’ll join you all at the estate later. You take the clothes and go.”

Her replies were unusually fast and dismissive, as if she was trying to get rid of me. Feeling confused, I took the bag of clothes and started rushing back to where I had left Mom and Aravind.

When I reached the shop again after running through the rain, they were gone.

I asked the shopkeeper anxiously, “Where did they go?”

The old man replied, “They waited here for some time. Then they said there’s a small lodge nearby and asked me to tell you to come there if you returned.

My heart started beating faster.

I hurried toward the lodge, which was just a short distance away. The place looked old but decent, and strangely quiet. Almost all rooms seemed occupied, yet no one was visible outside.

I approached the receptionist and asked, “Did a man and woman come here a short while ago?”

“Yes sir,” he replied casually. “They took Room 108. Only one room was available since most rooms are booked.

A single room.

I walked silently toward Room 108. My hands were shaking as I stood in front of the closed door. Instead of knocking, dark curiosity took over. I looked around and noticed a broken glass window on the side of the room, partially covered by a curtain.

After making sure no one was watching, I quietly moved toward the window and peeked inside.

---

[Lousy1995]

I pressed my eye against the broken glass window, my heart hammering so loudly I was scared they might hear it.

Inside the dimly lit room, Mom and Aravind stood near the bed. Both were completely drenched from the rain. The cool Ooty air had made the temperature drop sharply, and Mom was visibly shivering. Her rich mustard-yellow silk saree was clinging to every curve of her voluptuous body like a second skin. The wet fabric had turned semi-transparent, beautifully outlining her heavy 36C breasts and the deep curve of her wide hips. Her rust-orange blouse with the deep V-neckline was stuck to her chest, the golden zari embroidery glistening with water droplets. The pallu had slipped slightly off her left shoulder, revealing a generous amount of her fair cleavage and the upper portion of her breasts. A few strands of her neatly tied low bun had come loose, and the white jasmine gajra was still somehow holding on, looking beautifully messy now. Her mangalsutra rested between her cleavage, rising and falling with her quick breaths.

Aravind looked at her for a long moment before speaking softly.

“Anuradha… you’re shivering badly. This cold is not good for you.”

He slowly unbuttoned his wet shirt and peeled it off his body, revealing his broad, well-built chest and toned arms. Water droplets trickled down his muscular torso. He stood there shirtless, looking strong and masculine in the dim light.

Mom’s eyes widened for a second as she saw his bare upper body. She quickly looked away, her cheeks turning pink.

“I… I’m fine,” she whispered, but her voice was trembling. She nervously pulled her pallu back over her shoulder with both hands, trying to cover her exposed cleavage, but the wet silk refused to cooperate and kept slipping down again.

Aravind took a slow step closer

“I know this is wrong… but if you keep standing like this in these wet clothes, it will affect your body badly. You might catch a fever in this Ooty weather.”

Mom didn’t reply. She just hugged herself, rubbing her arms, her body still shivering. The cold combined with the drugs in her system was clearly making her extremely sensitive.

Aravind picked up one of the clean towels from the bed and gently offered it to her.

“Here… at least dry your face and arms.”

He took another towel and started drying himself, deliberately standing close to her. The room was so quiet that only the sound of rain outside and their breathing could be heard.

After a long silence, Aravind spoke again, his voice low and deep.

“Your hands are ice cold, Anu.”

Before she could protest, he reached out and took both of her hands in his large, warm palms. Mom gasped softly at the sudden contact. His thumbs gently rubbed the back of her hands, trying to transfer heat.

Mom’s breathing quickened. She looked down at their joined hands, then slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. Their gazes locked. For several long seconds, neither of them spoke. The eye contact was intense and dangerously intimate.

“I… I should wait for John,” she whispered weakly, but she didn’t pull her hands away.

“He’ll take time,” Aravind replied calmly, still rubbing her hands. “You’re freezing right now. Let me help you get a little warm.”

He slowly moved his hands up from her palms to her wrists, then to her forearms, gently massaging them with his warm fingers. Mom’s body trembled — not just from the cold anymore.

She kept nervously adjusting her pallu with one hand, trying to hide her deep cleavage, but every time she moved, the wet silk made her blouse stretch tighter across her breasts. Her hard nipples were clearly visible, poking prominently against the rust-orange fabric.

Aravind’s eyes occasionally dropped to her chest before returning to her face. He was doing it slowly, deliberately.

After another long, heavy silence, he said softly:

“The blouse and saree are too wet, Anuradha,” Aravind said, his voice low and intimate. “The cold silk is clinging to your skin… it’s only making you shiver more. If you want… I can turn around. You can remove your pallu and squeeze the water out at least.”

His words hung heavy in the air. Mom stood frozen, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She bit her lower lip hard, her face flushed with a dangerous mix of deep guilt, shame, and an unwilling spark of excitement. The drugs were making her body burn even as the cold made her tremble.

After what felt like an eternity, she whispered in a barely audible, shaky voice, “Okay… but please… turn around.”

Aravind nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers for a second longer than necessary, before he finally turned his broad, shirtless back toward her.

Mom glanced nervously at the closed door, her heart racing. With trembling fingers, she hesitantly pulled the wet mustard-yellow pallu off her left shoulder. The heavy, soaked silk slid down with a soft, wet sound, revealing her rust-orange blouse completely. The deep V-neckline was now fully exposed, the golden zari embroidery glistening with rainwater. Her heavy breasts strained against the tight, wet fabric, rising and falling with every shaky breath.

She tried to squeeze the excess water from the pallu, but her hands were shaking uncontrollably. In her nervousness, one end of the pallu slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor with a damp thud.

At that exact moment, Aravind “accidentally” turned his head slightly.

His dark eyes landed directly on her.

Mom stood there in just her deep-necked blouse and petticoat, the wet silk hugging every curve of her voluptuous body. Her large, soft breasts looked even fuller, the fabric stretched tightly over them, her dark nipples visibly hard and poking shamelessly against the rust-orange material. A generous amount of her fair, wet cleavage was on full display — deep, inviting, and glistening with droplets of water that slowly trickled down between her breasts.

A sharp gasp escaped Mom’s lips. “Ah!” She quickly tried to cover her exposed chest with both arms, but it only pushed her breasts together, making her cleavage even deeper.

“S-sorry…” Aravind whispered huskily, his voice thick with desire. But he didn’t turn away immediately. His hungry gaze lingered on her heaving breasts for several long, shameless seconds, drinking in the sight of the conservative wife standing half-exposed in front of him. Only after those torturous moments did he slowly turn his head back.

The silence in the room became almost suffocating. The air felt thick with forbidden tension.

A few moments later, Aravind stepped closer again, his bare chest now just inches away from her.

“You’re still shivering so much, Anu…” he murmured, his voice dangerously soft.

Without waiting for permission, he gently placed his large, warm hands on her upper arms. His palms were hot against her cold, wet skin as he began rubbing them slowly… up and down… in long, sensual strokes. His touch was firm yet deceptively gentle.

Mom’s breathing instantly became heavier. Her lips parted as a tiny, involuntary moan slipped out — “Mmmhh…” — soft, breathy, and filled with confusion and need.

Aravind continued the slow, teasing movements, gradually moving his hands higher toward her shoulders, his thumbs pressing lightly into her soft flesh. While doing so, the back of his right hand “accidentally” brushed firmly against the heavy, rounded side of her left breast.

Mom gasped sharply, her entire body jerking at the sudden intimate contact. “Ahh!”

“I’m sorry…” Aravind whispered, his voice now low and husky with restrained lust. But instead of pulling away, his hand stayed there. His fingers rested dangerously close, lightly pressing against the soft, wet curve of her breast, feeling its heavy warmth through the thin, soaked blouse.

Mom’s chest was heaving violently now. Her mind was screaming at her — This is wrong… Anthony… my marriage… God… John will come any moment… — but her body refused to listen. The drugs had turned her blood into liquid fire. A shameful heat was pooling between her thighs, making her pussy throb slowly.

She stood there frozen, eyes half-closed, lips trembling and slightly parted, her hard nipples aching painfully inside the tight wet blouse. Every breath made her breasts push against Aravind’s hand.

Aravind looked straight into her eyes again — deep, intense eye contact that made her knees feel weak. His hands were still gently holding her arms, his fingers subtly resting against the side of her breast, not moving away.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, Anuradha…” he said in a deep, velvety voice, almost daring her.

The room fell into another long, heavy silence.

Mom didn’t reply.

She just stood there trembling — from the cold, from crushing guilt, from overwhelming forbidden arousal — as Aravind’s warm, strong hands continued their slow, teasing, dangerously intimate movements on her skin.

[Lousy1995]

Seeing Aravind’s large hands boldly exploring my mother’s body right in front of my eyes stirred a violent storm inside me — sharp jealousy that burned in my chest, heavy guilt that made me feel like the worst son alive, and a throbbing, humiliating cuckold arousal that made my cock painfully hard and straining against my pants.

Aravind continued “warming” her with deliberate slowness, his strong palms gliding over her wet arms and shoulders in long, sensual strokes. The heavy rain continued pouring outside, but it was obvious he was using the cold as nothing more than a convenient excuse to touch her beautiful body. He leaned in closer, his bare chest almost brushing against her, and asked in a low, husky voice if he could rub her back to drive away the chill.

Mom refused at first, her voice nervous and adamant, “No… it’s okay, I’m fine.” But Aravind’s smooth, persuasive words, spoken in that deep, confident tone, slowly chipped away at her resistance. After a long moment of hesitation, she finally gave in with a barely noticeable nod.

His hands moved behind her and settled on her upper back. He began pressing and stroking with firm, confident strokes, his fingers spreading wide across the damp fabric of her rust-orange blouse. I could clearly see how the wet silk clung to her skin, and how his thumbs moved in slow circles, feeling the warmth of her body beneath.

He tried making light conversation to ease the tension, but Mom remained mostly silent, her breathing gradually turning heavier and more uneven. Slowly, daringly, his hands drifted lower, tracing the sensual curve of her lower back with gentle yet possessive touches that carried unmistakable romantic and seductive intent.

A deep blush crept across Mom’s fair cheeks. She looked incredibly nervous and conflicted, yet her body was clearly betraying her — her heavy chest rising and falling with deep, shaky breaths, making her hard nipples press obscenely against the wet blouse.

Aravind’s voice dropped even lower as he began complimenting her, “You are so graceful, Anuradha… even now, completely drenched, you look incredibly beautiful. What an amazing mother and devoted wife you’ve always been.”

His words sounded innocent on the surface, but they were skillfully designed to awaken the hidden womanly desires inside her, making her feel desired, special, and irresistibly feminine after years of routine married life.

I could almost feel the intense internal battle raging within Mom. Part of her knew this was completely wrong — she was a married  woman, a mother — but Aravind’s warm body heat radiating onto her, his soothing deep voice, and those skilled, confident hands were slowly melting her defenses. In my mind, I could hear her conflicted thoughts screaming:

Why does his touch feel so warm… so safe? This is so wrong… Anthony never touches me like this anymore. God forgive me… but it feels so good… I shouldn’t be feeling this way…

Emboldened by her silence, Aravind’s hands slid further down to her wide, soft hips. Mom suddenly jerked, letting out a soft gasp as his strong fingers gently but firmly gripped her curvaceous hips through the wet saree. She weakly pushed his hands away once, her fingers trembling, but when he didn’t stop and continued his sensual caresses, she stopped resisting altogether. Her body seemed to surrender to the overwhelming sensations.

The atmosphere in the room grew thicker with raw, electric sexual tension.

Aravind leaned in even closer, his hot breath brushing against her ear as he began whispering intimate, seductive words that made her shiver visibly. Slowly, he tilted his head and pressed his warm lips against the sensitive skin of her neck. Mom’s eyes fluttered shut, and to my shock and dark excitement, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly to the side, unconsciously giving him better access. Soft, involuntary moans began escaping her lips — breathy, delicate sounds that sent another wave of twisted pleasure through me.

The air inside the room felt unbearably thick with forbidden heat, as if the rain outside could no longer cool the rising temperature between them. My own cock was painfully rock hard, throbbing desperately against the confines of my pants, leaking precum with every heartbeat. Waves of humiliating cuckold arousal crashed over me again and again — a sick, intoxicating mix of jealousy, shame, and pure perverted pleasure that made my knees weak. I stood there frozen outside the broken window, unable to move, unable to breathe properly, yet completely powerless to look away. Deep down, in the darkest part of me, I was secretly loving every single forbidden second of it.

Aravind’s kisses on my mother’s neck grew hotter, wetter, and far more passionate. He took his time, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her smooth, fair skin, savoring every inch. His lips lingered on the delicate curve where her neck met her shoulder, gently sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth, leaving faint red marks. His tongue flicked out teasingly, tracing hot, wet patterns that made her body tremble visibly.

His hands grew bolder now. One strong hand slid slowly up her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist and ribs through the wet saree, while the other gripped her soft, wide hip possessively, pulling her curvier, softer body tighter against his hard, masculine frame. The contrast between his strong body and Mom’s lush, womanly figure was incredibly erotic.

Then, with one hand, he gently but firmly cupped her chin and turned her face toward him. Their eyes met for one long, intensely heated second — Mom’s gaze filled with shock, confusion, and unwilling desire, while Aravind’s eyes burned with raw hunger.

Before Mom could react or say anything, he leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Mom gasped sharply into his mouth, her eyes flying wide open in shock. She tried to pull back instinctively, her hands pressing weakly against his bare chest. But in that sudden movement, she lost her balance and fell backward onto Aravind’s lap. Her heavy body landed softly against him as her pallu slipped completely off both shoulders, fully exposing the deep, wet valley of her heavy breasts. The rust-orange blouse was stretched tightly across her chest, the golden zari embroidery glistening with moisture, her deep cleavage on full display — full, soft, and heaving with every rapid breath.

Shocked and deeply embarrassed, Mom let out a soft cry and quickly covered her exposed cleavage with both arms, crossing them tightly over her breasts. Her face burned crimson with shame, her breathing heavy and uneven as she sat there on his lap, trembling.

Aravind immediately pulled back a little, his lips leaving hers. “I’m sorry…” he murmured softly, his voice thick and hoarse with barely controlled lust. For a brief moment, it seemed like the spell might break — as if Mom would finally push him away and regain her senses.

But as she leaned forward slightly, trying to reach for her fallen pallu on the floor, Aravind suddenly grabbed her wrist with surprising strength and pulled her back firmly into his arms. Her soft breasts pressed against his bare chest for a second.

Before she could protest or pull away again, he claimed her lips once more — this time in a much deeper, more passionate, and demanding kiss. His mouth moved against hers with hunger and confidence, tilting his head to take her lips more fully. The kiss was no longer gentle. It was possessive, intense, and left almost no room for resistance.

[Lousy1995]

Mom tried desperately to push Aravind away, her palms pressing against his bare, muscular chest. But his strong arms had completely locked her in place, his body heat radiating against her like a furnace. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t escape his grip. For a few desperate seconds, she kept trying — twisting her body, pushing weakly — but it was all in vain. Slowly, her resistance began to fade. Her hands stopped pushing and simply rested against his hard chest as he continued kissing her without a single break.

His lips moved against hers with deep hunger, claiming her mouth again and again. The kiss was wet, passionate, and relentless. Only when both of them were breathless did Aravind finally pull his mouth away, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips for a brief moment.

The second he released her lips, Mom used all her strength and pushed him hard with both hands. She quickly stood up from his lap, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes were filled with tears — a mixture of guilt, shame, and overwhelming confusion. Soft sobs escaped her lips, not loud, but genuine and heartbreaking.

“What am I doing…?” she whispered brokenly, her voice trembling. “This is a sin… I am a married woman… Oh God, what have I done?”

She looked devastated, like a devout woman whose entire moral world was crumbling in front of her.

Aravind didn’t force her. He slowly stood up as well, keeping some distance. When he took a gentle step toward her, Mom instinctively moved back, her eyes wide with fear and guilt. But Aravind’s expression was surprisingly soft and romantic. He raised both hands in a peaceful gesture.

“I’m sorry, Anuradha,” he said sincerely, his deep voice gentle. “I lost control… because you’re too beautiful. But I don’t regret feeling this connection with you. For a moment, it felt like something real.”

He slowly approached her again. This time, Mom didn’t move away. He gently lifted his hand and wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb, his touch surprisingly tender. His eyes looked straight into hers with warmth and desire.

“You deserve to feel desired, Anuradha. You deserve to feel alive… not just like a wife and mother, but as a woman.”

His words were soft, seductive, and dangerously comforting. They created a deep emotional and romantic tension in the room.

Both of them eventually sat down on the edge of the bed, though there was still some distance between them. Aravind continued speaking in that low, velvety voice, telling her how graceful and elegant she was, how her husband was lucky to have such a beautiful wife, and how she had every right to feel wanted.

Mom sat there silently, her pallu loosely dbangd, still breathing heavily, her mind clearly in chaos. Suddenly, she shook her head and said in a shaky but firm voice, “We can’t do this… please stop. This is wrong.”

Aravind looked at her for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said calmly, respecting her words.

The tension in the room started to reduce slightly. Outside, the heavy rain had now turned into a light drizzle. Aravind stood up, picked up a thick blanket from the bed, and gently wrapped it around Mom’s shoulders, covering her exposed cleavage and wet blouse.

But even while doing so, he teased her gently with a small, knowing smile, “Your body is still trembling, Anu… but I think it’s not just because of the cold anymore.”

Mom didn’t reply. She was too overwhelmed to speak. She sat there looking down, unable to meet his eyes.

Aravind then said softly, “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and fix yourself? Take your time.”

Mom stood up slowly. She turned her back to him, no longer able to face him directly. Her body language showed just how shaken and conflicted she was.

Seeing her like this, Aravind stepped closer from behind and gently pulled her into a warm hug. He wrapped his strong arms around her, pressing her back against his bare chest. Mom’s head rested just below his collarbone, her cheek touching his warm skin. He stroked her hair and back softly with one hand, his touch comforting yet intimate.

“It’s not your fault,” he whispered near her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “I was the one at fault. You’re just… too tempting.”

Mom stayed completely still in his arms. Internally, she was fighting a fierce battle — crushing guilt over betraying her husband and God, mixed with the strange comfort and safety she was feeling in this powerful man’s embrace. Her body was still trembling slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

I watched all of this from the broken window, my heart pounding wildly.

I knew if this continued even a little longer, things would cross the point of no return. So, before anything more could happen, I quickly moved away from the window, walked to the door, and started knocking loudly.

Knock… Knock… Knock…

---

[img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img] 

---

[img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img]

[Lousy1995]

After knocking loudly a few times, the door finally opened.

Aravind stood there, looking slightly irritated but quickly masking it with his usual confident smile. Rainwater still dripped from his hair. I thrust the bag forward.

“Uncle… you said you would wait near the shop. I was continuously asking about you,” I said, firing questions one after another. “Why did you come here? Is everything okay? Where’s Mom?”

I could clearly see the annoyance flashing in his eyes at my rapid questioning, but he didn’t snap. He simply took the bag from my hand and stepped aside.

Before he could answer, Mom emerged from the bathroom a few seconds later.

My heart skipped a beat.

Her long black hair was slightly wet and messy, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her face was still glowing with that post-kiss redness — lips noticeably swollen and a little darker than usual. Her pallu was adjusted in a hurry; it wasn’t sitting perfectly on her shoulder, and the blouse underneath looked slightly disheveled. She avoided eye contact with both of us, staring at the floor as she walked straight toward the inner room without saying a word.

She disappeared inside to change again.

I pretended to be innocent. “I brought some clothes for you, Mom. and shalini aunty  will  come later.”

Aravind gave a small nod and acted overly friendly and relaxed, leaning against the wall like nothing had happened. But the room was thick with tension. There were many long, awkward silences. Mom came back out wearing a fresh saree, but her behavior was completely off. She was unusually quiet, her voice cracking whenever she spoke. She kept distance from both of us, her hands slightly trembling as she arranged things on the table.

Every now and then, when I wasn’t looking directly at them, I caught Aravind giving her knowing, satisfied smiles — the kind that said he had tasted something forbidden and liked it.

Mom tried very hard to act normal in front of me, but she was failing badly. Her eyes would dart nervously, and her breathing was still a little uneven.

I looked at her with concern and asked softly,
“Mom… are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”

She quickly wiped the corner of her eye and gave a weak smile. “It’s nothing, John… just the rain and cold. I’m fine.”

Aravind smoothly jumped in, supporting her excuse with his deep voice, “Yes, the rain was quite heavy. Anyone would feel cold in this weather.”

Mom stayed unusually quiet after that and kept a safe distance from both of us. As we were preparing to leave the room, Aravind walked behind her. While passing, he “accidentally” brushed his hand against her waist, his fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.

I saw it clearly from the corner of my eye.

Mom’s eyes widened in shock. Her entire body stiffened for a moment. That small touch sent a visible shiver through her.

A strange, hot mix of arousal and jealousy surged inside my chest. My cock twitched involuntarily in my pants as I remembered everything I had witnessed through the window just minutes ago — the way Aravind had pulled her into that deep, hungry kiss, how her pallu had slipped, how her heavy breasts had spilled out for a moment before she covered them in shame.

“…she is almost ready.” murmured by aravind while passing by me

Mom didn’t respond, but I saw her throat move as she swallowed hard.

As we finally stepped out of the room, my mind was racing. The image of my conservative, beautiful mother — her flushed face, swollen lips, and trembling body — kept replaying in my head. The guilt in her eyes was real… but so was the hidden excitement I could sense beneath it.
And the most dangerous part?

Deep down, a dark, perverted part of me was getting more and more turned on by the thought that Aravind was slowly breaking down her walls.

[Lousy1995]

I thought John will allow aravind to f**k his mom. Again need to wait. How about Shalini story with driver bro

Sorry for the wait guys , i am literally travelling non stop . so the update may take some time and thanks for the replies .

[Lousy1995]

---

As we stepped out of the room into the narrow corridor, the rain had softened into a gentle, steady drizzle. The air was thick, humid, and charged with unspoken tension. Mom walked ahead of us, her fresh maroon cotton saree with its thin gold border clinging subtly to her still-damp skin. The fabric dbangd beautifully over her wide, mature hips, swaying with every step and outlining the soft, juicy curve of her plump ass. Even after changing, the afterglow of what happened earlier refused to leave her body. Her heavy breasts rose and fell a little faster than usual, and the faint outline of her hardened nipples could be seen pressing against the blouse whenever a cool breeze touched her.

Aravind stayed dangerously close behind her. Not touching outright, but close enough that his tall, muscular frame loomed over her soft, curvy figure. Every few steps, his hand would “accidentally” brush against the side of her waist or the swell of her hip as they navigated the narrow passage. Each time, Mom’s body would stiffen visibly. Her fingers tightened on the edge of her pallu, knuckles turning white.

“Aravind… please,” she whispered sharply under her breath the third time it happened, her voice low enough that only he could hear. She quickly stepped forward, creating distance, cheeks burning with embarrassment. She didn’t want me to see anything improper. Not her conservative, respected image crumbling in front of her own son.


I trailed a few steps behind, heart hammering wildly. My cock was already half-hard again, straining against my wet jeans. The memory of Aravind’s mouth claiming hers, his hand boldly squeezing her heavy, wet breast… kept flashing in my mind like a forbidden movie.

We reached the small covered veranda at the back. Shalini aunty hadn’t arrived yet. Aravind casually checked his phone. “She’ll take another twenty minutes. The rain has blocked the main road.”

Mom nodded quietly and stood near the edge, where a light mist of rain was still falling. She wrapped her arms around herself, pretending to fight the cold, but I noticed how tightly her thighs were pressed together — as if she was trying to soothe an ache deep between her legs. Her breathing was still slightly uneven.

Aravind leaned against the pillar right beside her, towering over her. He kept his voice low and intimate, almost a caress in words. “You handled the rain so well, Anuradha. Most women would have been scared… but you looked incredibly beautiful when you were all wet like that.”

His eyes slowly traveled down for a brief second, tracing the way the fresh saree was starting to stick to her full breasts again, before returning to her face.

Mom’s breath hitched. She clutched her pallu tighter against her chest. “Aravind… NO. John is right here,” she warned softly but firmly, her voice trembling with nervousness and guilt. She took a small step away from him, creating clear space between their bodies.

A sudden gust of wind carried a fresh spray of rain toward her. Mom gasped as the cool droplets hit her chest and face. The maroon fabric immediately began clinging more obscenely to her heavy breasts. Her thick, dark nipples — still sensitive and swollen from the earlier kissing and touching — poked prominently against the thin, damp blouse, clearly visible now.

Aravind moved closer as if to shield her from the rain, his broad chest nearly brushing her shoulder. He didn’t touch her outright. Instead, he lowered his voice even more, almost whispering. “You’re getting wet again… I can see how cold it’s making you.”

Mom immediately stepped sideways, away from him. “I’m fine,” she said a little louder, her tone strict, though her flushed face and quivering voice betrayed her. She adjusted her pallu hurriedly, trying to cover her protruding nipples, but the wet fabric made it difficult. Her hands were shaking.

I stood a few feet away, pretending to look at my phone, but my eyes kept darting back. The sight of my conservative mother’s ripe, mature body reacting so shamelessly — nipples stiff and begging for attention, thighs rubbing together — was driving me crazy. My cock throbbed painfully as I watched her struggle between shame and hidden arousal.

For the next fifteen minutes, Aravind kept the tension alive with subtle proximity and loaded words. He would stand close whenever possible, letting his deep, masculine scent mix with hers. He complimented her saree, how gracefully she moved, how her wet hair looked beautiful on her fair shoulders — always careful not to cross the line while I was watching. Mom kept warning him with sharp, nervous glances and small steps away, refusing to let him get too close. But her body was betraying her — the occasional shiver, the way she bit her lower lip, the subtle press of her thighs.

Finally, Shalini aunty’s car arrived.

Aravind gave one last lingering look at Mom, his eyes dark with desire. “Thank you for today, Anuradha. I really enjoyed our… time together in the rain.” The double meaning was clear in his tone.

Mom didn’t reply. She  quickly, avoiding his eyes, and hurried toward the car.

In the car:

The ride back was painfully silent and thick with tension. I sat in the back with Mom. Every bump on the wet road made her soft, fleshy thigh press firmly against mine. Her body was still warm, radiating heat. A faint, musky, feminine scent — mixed with the smell of rain and her arousal — kept drifting toward me. Her swollen lips were slightly parted, cheeks still pink, and she kept staring out the window, lost in guilty thoughts.

Twice, when the car took a sharp turn, her heavy breast brushed against my arm. She immediately pulled back, murmuring a soft “sorry,” her voice hoarse.

Aravind occasionally glanced at her through the rearview mirror, their eyes meeting for heated seconds before she looked away.

[Lousy1995]

The car ride back felt endless. The rain had stopped, but the tension inside the vehicle was thicker than the humid air outside. I sat in the back with Mom, her soft, warm thigh still pressed against mine every time the car hit a small bump on the winding hill road. Her maroon saree had dried a little, but it still clung lovingly to her heavy breasts, the faint outline of her swollen nipples occasionally visible whenever the headlights of passing vehicles swept across us.

Shalini aunty finally broke the heavy silence from the front seat.

“So Anuradha… how was the tea estate? The rain must have been quite scenary, no?” she asked with a strange, teasing smile, turning her head slightly.

Mom just nodded slowly, not looking at anyone. Her cheeks were still flushed. “It was… okay,” she murmured, her voice low and distracted. She kept staring out the window, one hand tightly clutching her pallu over her chest as if trying to hide the evidence of what Aravind had done to her earlier.

I couldn’t hold back my curiosity anymore.
“Aunty, why were you inside that public toilet for so long?” I asked Shalini directly. “I waited almost 5 minutes. The driver was also not around.”

Shalini aunty froze for a second, then started blabbering nervously.

“Oh… that? Actually, the toilet was very dirty… I had some stomach upset because of the rain and all. Then I had to fix my makeup and change my wet clothes properly. You know how it is for women…” She laughed awkwardly, her voice shaky and clearly fake.

In the rearview mirror, I caught the driver’s face. His eyes looked scared, sweat visible on his forehead even though the AC was on. He kept gripping the steering wheel tightly.

But Mom didn’t seem to care. And Aravind… he was smiling to himself like a man who had just won a secret prize. His eyes kept drifting to the mirror, looking at Mom with dark satisfaction, completely lost in his own thoughts. Something was definitely off.

A few minutes later, we reached the small isolated house inside the tea estate where we were supposed to stay for the night. It was a modest but beautiful wooden bungalow — just one hall, one decent-sized bedroom, a small kitchen, and a store room. Very cozy and private, surrounded by dense tea plantations.

The driver quickly said, “Saar, I’ll sleep in the car itself. No problem.”

Mom didn’t even wait. The moment the car stopped, she rushed inside the house, almost running. Shalini aunty followed her immediately. I heard the bedroom door shut and the latch click loudly.

Aravind walked in slowly, still wearing that strange, satisfied smile. He dropped onto the old sofa in the hall and leaned back, loosening the top buttons of his shirt, his powerful chest visible.

I and Aravind changed our clothes right there in the hall. He stripped without any shame, his muscular body on full display — broad shoulders, thick arms, and that heavy bulge still semi-hard in his track pants. I quickly changed into a t-shirt and shorts, my own cock half-hard from everything running through my mind.

After some time, the bedroom door opened.

Mom and Shalini aunty came out. Both had changed into nighties.

Fuck…

Mom was wearing a soft, light pink cotton nighty that reached just below her knees. The thin fabric hugged her mature, voluptuous body perfectly — her heavy 36C breasts swayed freely with every step, the deep neckline showing a generous amount of soft, fair cleavage. Her thick nipples were clearly outlined against the fabric. Her wide hips and juicy ass moved seductively as she walked. Her hair was open, still slightly damp, falling over one shoulder. She looked freshly fucked and glowing.

Shalini aunty was in a dark blue nighty, also quite revealing.

We all ate some bread and jam for dinner in complete silence. Everyone looked exhausted from the long day, especially Mom. Her eyes looked tired yet strangely restless.

“I’m very sleepy,” Mom said softly.

“Me too,” Shalini aunty added.

They both went into the bedroom. Aravind followed them casually, carrying a thin handwoven mat. He spread it on the floor right beside their bed and lay down. From the hall, I could see everything through the open door — Mom and Shalini lying on the double bed, Aravind’s tall, strong body resting just inches away from Mom’s side of the bed.

I told them I would sleep on the sofa in the hall.

But sleep refused to come.

My mind kept replaying everything — Aravind’s hands on Mom’s wet breasts, his tongue in her mouth, her hard nipples poking through the saree, her guilty yet aroused face… My cock was rock hard again.

After almost an hour of tossing and turning, I quietly got up, opened the main door, and stepped outside into the cool night air.

The driver was standing near the car, smoking a cigarette. His face looked tense. I slowly walked closer, hiding behind a thick tree, curiosity burning inside me.

He took out his phone and dialed someone.


“Machan… I swear on my mother, I fucked boss’s wife Shalini madam raw inside that dirty public toilet,” the driver whispered excitedly into the phone, his voice thick with lust. “The moment we were alone, she lifted her wet saree like a cheap whore… I bent her over the sink and rammed my cock deep into her tight pussy from behind. Fuck, she was so wet and hot inside… moaning like a bitch in heat while I pounded her hard. Her big ass was jiggling with every thrust. I grabbed her hair and fucked her so deep… I filled her completely with my thick cum. She even squeezed her pussy around my cock when I was cumming… like she didn’t want to waste a single drop.”

He took a long drag from his cigarette, laughing softly.

“But wait… you won’t believe what I did before that…”

[Lousy1995]

Driver's pov :

“Machan… after boss Aravind and the guests started walking towards the tea estate, I was completely alone with Shalini madam near the stranded car. The rain had slowed into a light drizzle, but everything was fine. I opened the boot and pulled out the stepney tire, my clothes started sticking to my body from the drizzle.

At first, madam was sitting quietly inside the car. But after some time, she got bored. I watched her get out and walk towards me, those wide, mature hips swaying seductively with every step. Her maroon saree was already damp and clinging to her thick thighs and juicy ass. The pallu was slightly loose, giving me teasing glimpses of her deep cleavage.

She came and stood very close to me and asked in a soft, sweet voice, ‘Ravi… how much time will it take to fix this?’

We started talking normally. She was surprisingly friendly — asking about my village, my family, my wife, and kids. I don’t know what came over me, but I opened up completely. I told her how the doctor said my cock has a medical issue and doesn’t get properly hard most of the time. Because of that, my wife left me last year for another man who could fuck her properly.

Hearing this, Shalini madam’s expression changed. She looked genuinely sad and sympathetic. ‘Oh Ravi… that’s so unfair,’ she said softly. She kept consoling me, gently rubbing my shoulder and back with her soft, warm palm. ‘Don’t worry… you’re still a strong man. Everything will be fine.’ Every time her fingers touched me, my body shivered. Her big, soft breasts were heaving inside her  blouse, just inches away from me.

Then the rain suddenly became heavier again. I told her respectfully, ‘Madam, please sit inside the car. I’ll quickly go to the toilet and come back.’

I went to the dirty, smelly public toilet beside the road. A few minutes later, I heard her calling my name loudly in the rain — “Ravi… Ravi!” She actually came looking for me.

When she stepped inside the dimly lit toilet, she was even wetter than before. Her maroon saree was now completely soaked and pasted to her voluptuous body like transparent skin. Her heavy 36D breasts looked massive and obscene — the thin wet blouse had become almost see-through, clearly showing her dark areolas and thick, hardened nipples poking out shamelessly. Water droplets were rolling down her cleavage and over her smooth, fair belly. The saree was clinging tightly to her wide hips and the shape of her juicy thighs.

She stood there breathing heavily, her wet hair sticking to her neck and face, looking like a horny goddess.

‘Why are you taking so long?’ she asked, stepping closer.

I replied in a low, ashamed voice, ‘Madam… it’s that personal problem I told you about earlier. Because of my condition… it’s very difficult for me to even pee.’

The way she looked at me changed. Her eyes became hungry. She stepped very close and said in a bold, commanding voice, ‘Ravi… if you have pain, shall I help you with it?’

I was completely shocked. My heart hammered wildly as I immediately grabbed her soft hand and stammered, “No madam, this is wrong… If boss finds out, he will kill me for sure!”

But Shalini madam gave me a sharp, dominant look that made my knees weak. Her eyes were burning with lust and authority. “Shut the fuck up, Ravi,” she snapped in a bold, commanding tone. “No one will ever know. I want to help you… and right now, I want this cock. So stop talking and let me do what I want.”

Without waiting for my reply, she boldly grabbed my cock over my pants with her soft, warm palm. The moment her fingers wrapped around it, my useless dick jerked violently and started swelling rapidly, growing thicker and harder than it had in years. She squeezed it firmly and started rubbing it up and down with expert strokes, her eyes locked on mine with a wicked smile.

“Mmm… It’s getting so big and hard already,” she whispered hotly, her voice dripping with lust. “Does it feel good, Ravi? Your cock is throbbing so much in my hand…”

I was in absolute heaven. This rich, beautiful, high-class married woman was stroking my cock like a cheap whore in a filthy public toilet. Her heavy 36D breasts were heaving inside her soaked blouse, nipples rock hard and clearly visible.


Soon she dropped down on her knees on the dirty floor without any hesitation, unzipped me, pulled out my now rock-hard cock, and took it straight into her hot, wet mouth. “Fuuuuck machan…” I groaned. A sophisticated madam sucking a driver’s cock like a hungry slut! She sucked me greedily — sloppy, noisy, and deep — her head bobbing back and forth rapidly while loud slurping sounds echoed in the toilet. Her tongue swirled around my shaft and head as saliva dripped down her chin. Her massive wet tits jiggled and bounced heavily with every movement.

After sucking me furiously for several minutes, she pulled her mouth off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. Looking up at me with pure lust in her eyes and a naughty smile, she asked in a seductive, husky voice, “Still feeling pain, Ravi? Or does my mouth feel better?”

That drove me insane. I pulled her up desperately and tried to kiss her, but she turned her face away sharply and said in a strict tone, “No kissing. I don’t like that. Just use my body.”

In one swift motion, she hiked up her wet maroon saree and petticoat all the way up to her waist, revealing her smooth, thick creamy thighs and her completely shaved, juicy pink pussy. It was already dripping wet, her swollen lips glistening with arousal. She smirked like a queen and ordered boldly, “Use my pussy then. Fuck me hard, Ravi.”

My cock was throbbing painfully, coated in her saliva. There was nowhere clean to lie down, so I roughly pushed her against the dirty wall sideways, lifted one of her thick legs high, and rammed my entire cock deep into her tight, soaking pussy in one powerful thrust.

“Aaaahhh… Fuck!” she moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back instantly, tongue hanging out shamelessly. Her velvet walls gripped my cock like a hot, wet vice.

I reached for my phone, wanting to record this moment, but she immediately slapped me hard across the face and growled dangerously, “If you take your phone out, I’ll kill you and throw your body in the river.” Then she grabbed my face roughly with both hands, looked straight into my eyes with pure dominance, and ordered in a commanding voice, “Just shut up and fuck me hard. I command you. Make me cum, Ravi. Faster!”

I fucked her like a wild animal — long, deep, and brutal strokes. Her juicy ass and thighs jiggled violently with every savage thrust. Her heavy tits bounced wildly inside the soaked blouse. With every hard ram into her dripping cunt, her tongue kept rolling out, eyes fluttering in ecstasy as she moaned without any shame. The sound of her wet pussy getting pounded filled the toilet — loud, obscene squelching noises.

“Harder Ravi… Fuck me properly!” she commanded like a bold whore. “Deeper! Yes, like that! Don’t you dare stop, you bastard! Ruin my pussy!”

This high-class bitch was unbelievably horny, far sluttier than any whore I’d ever fucked. Her pussy was tight, scorching hot, and greedy, sucking my cock deeper with every thrust.

Suddenly, we heard John’s voice calling from outside, “Shalini aunty!”

Shalini madam froze mid-thrust, her pussy still tightly clamped around my throbbing cock. For a second her body stiffened, but then a soft, naughty laugh escaped her lips. She turned her head slightly towards me, her face flushed and eyes still glazed with lust.

“That boy John…” she whispered breathlessly, “he is so fucking hot. Good muscles, strong body, and such a nice, respectful attitude. I really like him. Maybe one day I’ll let him fuck me too… but right now, I want your cock ruining my pussy. Don’t worry Ravi, let the time come for him as well.”

She quickly pulled her saree up, adjusted her pallu over her heaving breasts, and whispered, “Stay here quietly and don’t make a sound. I’ll handle him.”

I stood there in the dirty toilet with my rock-hard cock twitching angrily in the air, dripping with her pussy juices, as she stepped out to talk to John. I could hear them speaking casually outside while my dick throbbed painfully, desperate to finish inside her.

A couple of minutes later, she came back inside. Her face was completely flushed with raw lust, eyes burning. She didn’t waste any time.

“Finish it fast, Ravi. We have to pick them up quickly,” she ordered impatiently.

Without saying another word, she turned around like a bitch in heat, bent over slightly, hiked her wet maroon saree and petticoat all the way up to her waist again, and pushed her thick, juicy ass towards me. Her shaved pussy was swollen, dripping wet, and visibly pulsing.

“Fuck me hard and fast. Don’t hold back,” she commanded in a bold, authoritative voice.

I grabbed her wide, soft hips tightly and slammed my cock back into her soaked cunt in one brutal thrust. “Aaaahhh… yes!” she moaned loudly, her tongue hanging out again. I started pounding her furiously from behind like a savage. The sound of my hips slapping against her wet, jiggling ass echoed inside the toilet — pak! pak! pak! pak!

Her heavy 36D tits were swinging wildly inside her soaked blouse. Every hard thrust made her juicy ass cheeks ripple beautifully. Her tight pussy was making loud, obscene squelching sounds as I rammed deep inside her.

“Harder Ravi! Fuck me like a whore!” she groaned shamelessly. “Deeper… Tear my pussy! Yes… just like that! Don’t you dare slow down!”

I fucked her with full power, gripping her hips so hard my fingers dug into her soft flesh. Her moans were getting louder and sluttier. She was pushing her ass back against me, matching my thrusts like a desperate slut.

After a few intense minutes, I groaned, “Madam… I’m going to cum!”

She immediately ordered in a commanding tone, “Pull out! Cum on my ass!”

I quickly pulled my cock out of her dripping pussy. Thick, heavy ropes of cum exploded all over her juicy round ass cheeks, dripping down her crack and onto her wet saree. I kept stroking myself, milking every last drop onto her perfect ass while she stood there bent over, breathing heavily, clearly satisfied.

After I emptied my balls all over her juicy ass and saree, Shalini madam stood there for a few seconds catching her breath, her thick ass still pushed out and covered in my thick white cum. She wiped it casually with a piece of cloth, adjusted her wet saree, gave me one last sharp look, and said, “Clean yourself up and come back to the car in five minutes.”

She walked out like nothing had happened.

I quickly fixed my clothes and returned to the car. When I reached, madam was already sitting in the back seat. The moment I sat in the driver’s seat, she ordered me in a cold but firm voice, “Turn around and watch.”

Without any shame, right there in the open car, she changed her clothes. She removed her wet maroon saree completely, standing only in her soaked blouse and petticoat for a few seconds. Her heavy tits and hard nipples were clearly visible. Then she took out a fresh saree from her bag and changed everything — blouse, petticoat, and saree — while I watched everything from the front mirror like a hungry dog. Her big breasts, deep navel, thick thighs, and that freshly fucked pussy… I saw it all. My cock started getting hard again just watching her.

Once she was fully dressed, she leaned forward from the back seat, grabbed my shoulder tightly, and spoke in a dangerous, commanding tone:

“Listen carefully, Ravi. What happened today was a one-time thing. Just because I helped you with your useless cock doesn’t mean you are anything special. It was pure pity and my own mood. If you ever speak about this to anyone, or if you ever try to cross your limit with me again… I will not even think twice before destroying you. I will make sure your body is never found. Do you understand?”

Her voice was so cold and confident that a chill ran down my spine even though I had just fucked her. I nodded immediately, “Yes madam… I understand.”

She gave a satisfied smirk and leaned back. “Good. Now drive properly and pick them up.”

That’s what happened machan… I still can’t believe I fucked boss’s hot wife today. But she is a dangerous bitch. One mistake and she can finish my life.”

[Lousy1995]

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest. I stood frozen behind the tree, unable to move, as the driver continued talking excitedly on the phone. Every single word he said felt like a hammer blow to my brain.


Shalini aunty?

The same Shalini aunty who always behaved so elegantly, so properly, so homely in front of everyone… had just fucked the driver like a cheap roadside slut in a dirty public toilet? Not only that — she had dominated him completely. She slapped him, ordered him around, used him for her pleasure, and even warned him like a cold-blooded queen.

What the actual fuck…?

My mind was spinning. The woman I thought was loyal, sophisticated, and respectable had turned out to be an absolute bitch in heat — bold, commanding, and insanely horny. She had praised me in front of the driver, called me hot, said she liked my muscles and attitude… yet had no problem getting railed by a random low-class driver while her husband and my mother were waiting.

I felt dizzy.

Am I the only normal person here?

First it was our maid back home who got corrupted so easily. Then Aravind slowly seducing and molesting Mom. And now Shalini aunty — the so-called faithful wife — turning out to be even worse. Everyone around me seemed to be hiding this massive, shamelessly horny side. Everyone was thinking about sex, power, and cheating all the time.

Was I the only one who still felt guilt? The only one whose brain was struggling to process all this filth?

I slowly backed away from the tree, careful not to make any noise. My legs felt weak. My cock was painfully hard in my shorts despite the shock. The image of Shalini aunty bent over in that toilet, moaning like a whore while getting fucked by the driver, kept flashing in my mind.

I quietly slipped back into the house and lay down on the sofa in the hall. The bedroom door was still slightly open. I could see faint outlines — Mom sleeping on the bed, Aravind lying on the mat right beside her, and Shalini aunty next to Mom.

Sleep was impossible.

My mind kept racing. [i]Ever since we met Aravind and his family, everything has turned upside down. Mom, who was once so conservative and strict, was slowly crumbling. Aravind was playing his dirty games. And now even Shalini aunty had revealed her true colors. What was going to happen in the future? How far was all this going to go?[/i]

The scariest part was that Shalini aunty had openly told the driver she found me attractive. She had her eyes on me. On one hand, the thought made my cock twitch with forbidden excitement — the idea of this bold, dangerous, sexy woman wanting me. But on the other hand… she was clearly cunning, dominant, and ruthless. Crossing her or getting involved with her felt like playing with fire.

I turned on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, my heart still beating fast.

This trip… this entire relationship with Aravind’s family… it was changing all of us.

And the worst part was — a dark, twisted part of me was getting addicted to it.

[Lousy1995]

GUYS I HAVE UPDATED , PLZ GIVE YOUR COMMENTS FOR FURTHER IMPROVEMENTS

[Lousy1995]

Hey bro thanks for the big update. Should congrats to you for writing such a Erotic plot. Shalini plot in toilet you can extended till car backseat this is my observation. Now story topic may change to swap or group or cheating sex. One request don't stop inbetween you can elaborate this story even after vacations also

Another extraordinary update! You have truly raised the heat; the temperature in this story is reaching a boiling point. With every new chapter, the narrative gets hotter, and I am genuinely captivated by every single word.

The character development is exceptional. Arvind is playing his hand with such mastery, carefully awakening Anuradha’s long-suppressed desires by drawing on his skills and past experiences. It is fascinating to see how Anuradha’s resistance is crumbling in the face of every one of Arvind’s small, cunning, and calculated moves. Despite her conservative background and traditional upbringing, Arvind is winning this slow-burn game of seduction. It feels as though the inevitable is finally near—he is surely going to succeed in bedding her.

As for Shalini, the dynamics are shifting beautifully. Now that John has overheard her driver’s confession, he holds the upper hand. He knows she will be targeting him, which makes his path to seducing her much smoother. I have one request regarding their dynamic: we have seen Shalini dominate her driver, but in her scenes with John, I would love to see John be the one who dominates her.

Also, the GIFs you include are simply outstanding and add so much flavor to the story—please keep them coming!

I am eagerly waiting for the next update to see the inevitable rendezvous between Arvind and Anuradha.

Great work and keep it up, Bro! Your ability to blend intense emotion with raw passion is unmatched. You don’t just write a story; you create an atmosphere that keeps us hooked and gasping for more. You are a true master of this genre!!


Regards
Rocky ❤️

Thanks for the compliment and i'll sure bring more adventure to you guys

[Lousy1995]

Guys i need your help in finding the face for Shalini aunty and what you like about her , so please choose any one of these 3 

---

[img][/img]

 My selection is 3 

---

[Lousy1995]

Bro i need just the face , the body shapes will be modified , so no worries . i'll upload the modified body shapes of No3 to the story size

[Lousy1995]

---

[img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img]

---

[Lousy1995]

---

[img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img] [img][/img] 

---

[Lousy1995]

Guys is this ok ?

[Lousy1995]

Sorry for the delay , the next update will be posted this weekend (saturday or sunday )