Adultery Mom became shameless

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Aisha was a good '. mom. She lived in a small house with her son Ahmed in a busy city. She always wore her veil and long clothes. She prayed five times a day and never missed the mosque on Fridays. Her husband died five years ago, so she raised Ahmed alone. She was 42, but looked young with her curvy body, big breasts, and round hips. Men stared at her, but she ignored them. She taught Ahmed to stay away from Hindus because they worshipped idols. 'They are not like us,' she said.

Next door lived Raj, a strong ***** man. He was 35, tall, with dark skin and muscles from his gym work. He fixed cars for a living. Raj smiled at Aisha every day. He said 'Namaste' and she replied 'Assalamualaikum' coldly. But deep inside, she felt a pull. One hot afternoon, Ahmed went to college. Aisha's car broke down. She called Raj for help.

Raj came over in his tight shirt. Sweat made his clothes stick to his chest. He bent under the car, his pants tight on his ass. Aisha watched from the window. Her heart beat fast. When he stood, she saw a big bulge in his pants. Her pussy tingled. She shook her head. 'Shame on me,' she thought. But that night, she dreamed of touching it.

Next day, Raj fixed the car for free. Aisha thanked him with tea. They sat in her kitchen. Raj's hand brushed hers. Electricity shot through her. 'You are beautiful, aunty,' he said. She blushed under her veil. 'Don't say that. I am '..' But her eyes went to his crotch. It grew big. She stared. Raj noticed. He grinned.

That evening, Ahmed was out. Aisha heard noise. Raj was in his backyard, shirtless, washing his body. Water ran down his chest, abs, to his shorts. The shorts got wet, showing the outline of his thick ***** cock. It hung heavy, long even soft. Aisha hid behind the curtain. Her hand went inside her salwar. She rubbed her wet pussy. ',.' forgive me,' she whispered. But she fingered faster, imagining that cock inside her.

She came hard, juices soaking her fingers. From that day, Aisha changed. She peeked at Raj daily. She cooked extra food and gave it to him, saying it was for Ahmed. Raj invited her inside once. Ahmed was at friend's house. Inside Raj's home, she saw ***** gods on the wall. She felt guilty, but excited. Raj hugged her goodbye. His hard cock pressed on her belly. It was huge, throbbing. 'Feel it, Aisha ji,' he whispered. She pulled away but her nipples were hard.

Nights became torture. Aisha masturbated thinking of Raj's cock. She whispered dirty words in Urdu. '***** lund... big ***** cock... fuck my '. pussy.' She stopped wearing bra at home. Her big tits bounced free.

One Friday, after prayers, Ahmed went to mosque with friends. Aisha went to Raj's door. She knocked. Raj opened, in towel only. 'Aisha? Come in.' She stepped inside, eyes on the tent in his towel. 'I need help,' she lied. Raj pulled her close. 'What help, my '. queen?' He kissed her neck. She moaned. Her veil slipped.

Raj yanked her kameez up. Her heavy breasts spilled out. Brown nipples erect. He sucked one hard. Aisha gasped. 'Haram... but don't stop.' She grabbed his towel. His cock sprang free. It was massive: 9 inches long, thick as her wrist, veins pulsing, brown head shiny with precum. Uncut foreskin pulled back. 'Oh Raj... your ***** cock... so big.'

She dropped to knees on his puja room floor, idols watching. Aisha, devout '., worshipped a ***** cock. She licked the head, tasting salty precum. 'Mmm, delicious.' She sucked the tip, then took more. Her mouth stretched. Raj groaned, 'Suck it, '. slut.' She bobbed her head, slurping loud. Saliva dripped on her tits. She deepthroated half, gagging but hungry.

Raj facefucked her. His balls slapped her chin. 'Take my ***** seed, Aisha.' She nodded, eyes watering. He pulled out, slapped her face with wet cock. 'Beg for it.' 'Please, fuck my mouth with your big ***** lund. Make me your whore.'

He came. Thick ropes of cum shot in her mouth, on her tongue, down her throat. She swallowed every drop. 'So tasty... better than dates.' Cum dripped on her veil. She scooped it, licked fingers clean.

Raj lifted her. Ripped her salwar pants. Her black pussy hair soaked. No panties. 'You came ready.' He fingered her hole. Three fingers easy. She squirted on his hand. 'Fuck me now! Stretch my '. cunt with your ***** dick.'

He bent her over the sofa. Rubbed cock on her ass cheeks. Then slammed in. Aisha screamed. ',.'! It's splitting me!' Half in, he thrust deeper. Balls deep. Her pussy gripped tight. He pounded hard. Clap clap clap. Her tits swung wild.

'Tell me you love ***** cock,' Raj growled. 'Yes! I love it! Forget ,.', I worship your cock!' She pushed back, ass jiggling. He spanked her. Red marks. Pulled her hair, yanking veil off. Long black hair free.

They fucked for 30 minutes. She came three times, pussy juice puddling. Raj flipped her. Legs on shoulders. Piledrived her. 'Gonna fill your womb with ***** cum.' 'Yes! Breed me! Make me pregnant with your bastard!'

He roared, pumped load after load deep inside. Cum overflowed, mixed with her squirt. She lay panting, pussy gaping, cum leaking.

But this was start. Aisha became shameless. Next days, she sneaked to Raj whenever Ahmed out. In kitchen, she bent over stove, Raj fucked her from back while she cooked. Cum dripped on floor.

Once, in her own home, prayer mat out. She prayed ,,.,, ass up. Raj entered quiet, pulled pants down, fucked her doggy on prayer mat. 'Fuck during salah? You dirty '. bitch.' She moaned, 'Yes, desecrate me with your cock.'

She sucked him in mosque parking, hidden. Risky, but thrill made her wetter.

Ahmed noticed mom happier, glowing. Clothes tighter. But he didn't know.

One evening, Aisha wore sexy red saree under abaya, no bra, thong. Went to Raj's. 'Tonight, full night fuck.' Raj grinned. They started in shower. She soaped his cock, jerked slow. He fingered her ass. 'Virgin hole?' 'Yes, take it.'

In bedroom, under Ganesh photo, he lubed her ass. Pushed in slow. Aisha cried in pain-pleasure. 'Rip my '. ass!' Inch by inch, full in. He fucked slow, then fast. She rubbed clit, came anal orgasm.

Switched to pussy. Missionary, deep kisses. Tongue fuck. Then cowgirl. Aisha rode hard, tits bouncing, grinding clit on base. 'Your cock owns me.' Reverse cowgirl, ass rippling.

Doggy again, pulling arms back. Spitroast position. He choked her light. 'Cum slut for ***** dick.'

Hours passed. Multiple creampies. Pussy, ass, mouth filled. She slept with cock inside.

Morning, Ahmed almost caught them. Aisha rushed home, cum still inside.

Now, addicted. She planned more. Told Raj, 'I want gangbang. Your ***** friends fuck me.' But first, riskier spots.

That night, Ahmed slept early. Aisha texted Raj: 'Come now. Backyard.' Under stars, on grass, Raj fucked her throat. She gagged quiet. Then bent her over fence. Fucked pussy hard. Fence shook.

Suddenly, Ahmed's window light on. They froze. Cock deep inside. Aisha bit lip. Ahmed looked out, saw shadows? Went back.

Heart pounding, they continued. Raj filled her again.

Aisha whispered, 'Tomorrow, bring friend. I need more cocks.' Raj nodded.

But as she snuck inside, Ahmed's door creaked...

(To be continued)

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When she heard movement from Ahmed's room. The door creaked open slowly. 'Mom? Is that you?' Ahmed called out softly, his voice sleepy and confused.

Aisha held her breath, pressing herself against the wall. She moved silently, slipping into her own bedroom and easing the door shut behind her without a sound. Ahmed poked his head out into the hallway, glanced around, scratched his head, and then shuffled back to his bed, muttering, 'Must have been the wind or something.'

Once safe in her room, Aisha collapsed onto her bed, her body still buzzing from the intense session. She slid her fingers into her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, scooping out the sticky mixture of ***** seed. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she licked them clean, savoring the salty taste. 'I need more of this tomorrow,' she whispered to herself, her mind already racing with anticipation. Exhaustion finally overtook her, and she drifted off into dreams filled with endless thick cocks surrounding her.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains as Ahmed left for college early, kissing her cheek goodbye. 'See you later, Mom. Have a good day!' Aisha showered thoroughly, washing away the physical evidence, but the fire in her body refused to be quenched. Drying off, she grabbed her phone and texted Raj: 'Come over today with your friends. I want a full gangbang. I need those ***** cocks filling every hole of mine.' Raj's reply came almost instantly: 'It's all set. Be at my garage at 2 PM. Come hungry, Aisha ji.'

Under her modest abaya, Aisha dressed like a slut: a sheer black bra that barely contained her heavy tits, no panties, and a short skirt that rode up with every step. She walked over to Raj's place, her pussy already dripping in excitement. The garage door was half-open, and inside, three shirtless men waited, their pants bulging obviously. Raj, with his muscular build; Vikram, fat but with a massive low-hanging cock; and Sameer, young and lean with an impressively long dick.

'Aisha ji, these are my brothers in arms,' Raj said with a grin, locking the door behind her. Aisha let her abaya drop to the floor, revealing her slutty outfit. Their eyes locked onto her curves, especially the bulges in their pants. 'I am your '. whore now,' she declared boldly. 'Use me however you want.' The men laughed heartily. 'That's the spirit,' Vikram rumbled, stepping forward first.

Vikram pulled her close, his rough hands grabbing her tits and squeezing them hard. 'These are big udders, perfect for ***** milk,' he growled, ripping off her bra. He latched onto her nipples, sucking and biting until they were raw and marked with teeth imprints. Aisha moaned loudly, 'Oh yes, bite them harder!' Sameer moved behind her, flipping up her skirt and shoving two fingers straight into her tight ass. 'This pindhi ass is begging for it,' he said, spitting on her hole for lube before pushing deeper.

Raj unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock, slapping it against her face. 'Open up and suck it, slut,' he commanded. Aisha dropped to her knees on the oily garage floor, her mouth watering. She opened wide, and Raj thrust in deep, his balls slapping her chin as he gagged her throat. 'That's it, take it all,' he grunted. Vikram pulled out his short, thick cock next and fed it into her mouth, stretching her cheeks wide. 'Good girl, choke on it,' he said while Sameer jerked his long dick over her head.

She rotated between them eagerly, sucking one cock while jerking the other two with her spit-slick hands. 'Mmm, your ***** lunds taste so fucking good,' she mumbled around a mouthful. They took turns facefucking her relentlessly. Vikram came first, blasting hot cum down her tonsils. 'Swallow every drop!' he ordered, and she did, though some overflowed from her lips. Sameer followed, painting her forehead with thick ropes. 'Wear it like makeup,' he laughed. Raj held back, saving his load for her pussy.

They stripped her completely naked and bent her over the car hood. Vikram lay underneath, guiding her pussy onto his cock. His belly slapped against her thighs as he rammed upward, stretching her wide. 'Fuck, you're tight even after all that sucking,' he groaned. Raj shoved his cock back into her mouth, while Sameer lubed her ass with spit and pushed in slowly. Aisha screamed around Raj's dick, 'Yes! Fill all my holes! Fuck me everywhere!'

The triple penetration was brutal and intense. Their bodies slammed together, making the car rock on its suspension. Sweat poured off them as they pounded her without mercy. Vikram grunted loudly, 'Here it comes!' and flooded her womb with his cum. He pulled out, and a gush of seed spilled out. Sameer sped up in her ass, her cheeks clenching around him until he shot ropes deep inside. Raj yanked her hair back and throatfucked her until he erupted, forcing her to swallow his third massive load.

But they weren't finished. They switched positions seamlessly. Sameer took her pussy now, his long dick hitting her cervix with every thrust. 'Scream for me,' he demanded, and she did. Raj claimed her ass, now loose and slick from the previous pounding. Vikram slid his cock between her massive tits, tittyfucking her hard while pinching her sore nipples. 'These jugs are made for this,' he said.

Aisha came over and over, squirting onto the garage floor in messy puddles. 'Breed this '. bitch! Give me ***** babies!' she begged wildly. The men cheered, 'We'll fill you up good!' They rotated again, even attempting a double pussy stretch with Raj and Vikram both cramming into her cunt. The pain burned into pure bliss, and she howled, 'Oh god, it's splitting me apart—don't stop!'

Hours dragged on in the sex-stinking garage. Cum coated her everywhere: a mask on her face, glazing her tits, oozing from both holes. At one point, they pissed on her in a golden shower, marking her as theirs. Aisha opened her mouth wide, drinking it down eagerly. 'Yes, mark me as your property,' she pleaded.

Finally, they gave her their last loads in a pussy creampie gangbang. She lay on her back with legs spread wide, and one by one, they pumped into her overflowing hole, mixing their seed deep inside.

Aisha dressed on shaky legs, her panty-less pussy squelching with cum as she walked home, dripping trails behind her. Raj whispered in her ear, 'Tomorrow, more at our temple. Get ready for the ultimate taboo.' Her eyes lit up with forbidden excitement.

That night, Ahmed came home late. Aisha cooked dinner, her ass still sore and pussy throbbing happily. She sat gingerly at the table. Ahmed stared at her curiously. 'Mom, you're walking a bit funny today. And you smell... kind of weird. Like sweat or something.' She blushed deeply. 'Oh, it's nothing, beta. I'm just tired from running errands all day.' But under the table, hidden from view, she slipped her fingers into her dripping slit, fingering herself quietly while chatting.

The next day, with Ahmed off at college, Aisha met Raj, who drove her to an old abandoned temple on the outskirts. His friends waited now four, including a new guy named Karan, a tattooed thug with a cruel grin.

No words were needed. They stripped her clothes off immediately and laid her on the cold altar stone. Raj tied her wrists loosely to the pillars, spreading her eagle-wide. 'Tonight, we sacrifice this '. cunt to Shiva,' he announced mockingly. They chanted fake mantras as they pulled out their cocks.

Karan went first for her throat, fucking it brutally while holding her in a choke grip. 'Take it deep, whore,' he snarled. Vikram pounded her pussy mercilessly. Sameer worked four fingers into her ass, almost fisting her. Raj lightly whipped her tits with his belt, leaving red welts. 'Beg for more pain,' he said, and she did: 'Whip me harder! Punish this sinful body!'

The orgy exploded into chaos. She took two cocks in her pussy, one in her ass, mouth stuffed full, hands jerking others. They swapped endlessly, covering her in cum baths and bukkake facials. She drank cum from bowls they collected. One of them fingered her until she squirted a fountain of whore's juice,' they laughed. Aisha joined in, laughing crazily.
As the sun set, they untied her, her body crusted with dried cum. Raj drove her back, dropping her near home.

Ahmed was waiting when she slipped inside. 'Mom, where were you all day? I called a few times.' 'Just at the market, beta,' she lied smoothly, though her veil had suspicious stains. He frowned but let it go.

The nights blurred into a haze of addiction. Aisha grew bolder. One afternoon, while Ahmed napped, Raj sneaked into their house. He bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her hard against the sink. Their thrusts were loud, skin slapping skin. Ahmed stirred in the living room. They froze, Raj's cock buried deep inside her. Ahmed yawned, 'Weird noise...' and went back to sleep. Raj resumed immediately, whispering, 'Quiet now,' before creampieing her quickly.

Another time, right after prayers at the mosque, Aisha met Raj in a nearby alley, still in her burqa. She dropped to her knees and sucked his cock through his open zipper, the public thrill making her soak the ground. 'People are walking by—hurry,' she urged between slurps.

She even bought a small ***** necklace, hiding it under her clothes. During prayers, she wore it and rubbed her pussy against the prayer mat, fantasizing about their cocks.

Ahmed started suspecting more. One day, he spotted hickeys on her neck. 'Mom, do you have a boyfriend or something? What's going on?' She slapped his arm lightly. 'Mind your studies, Ahmed! Don't ask silly questions.' But inside, her pussy got wet at the thought of being caught.

A week later, the big plan unfolded: Raj's party at his house, filled with ten ***** men. Aisha dressed as a slutty bride in a low-cut red lehenga, no underwear. She entered the backyard tent as a 'surprise for the guests.'

The men cheered wildly. Raj announced, 'Gentlemen, feast on this '. randi tonight!' The gangbang was epic. It started with her dancing seductively, hips swaying, tits spilling out. Hands groped her everywhere.

They formed a circle around her as she knelt in the center. Cocks whipped her face playfully at first. 'Suck us all, one by one,' Raj ordered. She did a round-robin blowjob, deepthroating each, licking balls hungrily. Cum facials layered on thick—ropes hitting her face from every angle.

They lifted her onto a table, legs spread wide. A queue formed for her pussy, each man getting five minutes before swapping. 'Next! Pound that hole harder!' they shouted. Her pussy turned raw and gaping. Then the ass train: doggy style in a chain, one after another reaming her backdoor.

DPs and triples everywhere. Airtight setups with cocks in every hole. They rolled her through positions—double cowgirl stacks she rode like a pro.

The finale was a massive bukkake. All ten stroked over her as she posed with tongue out. 'Cover me completely!' she begged. Ropes hit her from all sides until she swam in a pool of cum.

She cleaned every cock orally, swallowing remnants. 'Delicious,' she purred.

Raj drove her home at 3 AM. Ahmed was asleep. Aisha snuck to bed, her body wrecked but ecstatic.

Morning came with Ahmed banging on her door. 'Mom! Wake up! You're late for everything!' She groaned, her pussy aching gloriously, flakes of dried cum peeling from her skin as she rose.

Her addiction deepened. She skipped prayers for more fucks. Raj got her a small 'Om' tattoo on her hip and pierced her nipples with dangling chains.

One super risky time: Ahmed's college fest. Aisha attended, but hid Raj in the car. After Ahmed's stage performance, she slipped out for a backseat frenzy. Windows steamed up as he fucked her senseless, students milling nearby.

Ahmed searched later. 'Where did Mom disappear to?'

Back home, her obsession hit a peak. She confessed to Raj, 'I want Ahmed to watch... or even join someday.' Raj's eyes widened. 'That's next-level kinky. We'll plan it slow.'

But that very night, during dinner, Ahmed confronted her. 'Mom, I know everything. I saw you from the backyard fence, fucking Raj and his friends. And you always smell like ***** cum these days.'

Aisha gasped, her fork clattering to the plate. Ahmed's eyes burned with anger... but there was a noticeable bulge tenting his pants?

(To be continued)

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Aisha's heart stopped dead in her chest as Ahmed's words hung in the air like a thunderclap. The clatter of her fork hitting the plate echoed in the quiet dining room, the remnants of their simple dal and rice dinner suddenly forgotten. She stared at her son, her face draining of color, her mind racing through a whirlwind of panic and shame. Under the table, her thighs clenched involuntarily, a fresh trickle of arousal mixing with the dried remnants from the night's debauchery still hidden beneath her loose salwar kameez.

'Ahmed... beta, what are you saying?' she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, forcing a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes. She reached out a trembling hand toward him, but he pulled back, his chair scbanging against the floor.

'I saw it all, Mom,' Ahmed repeated, his voice steady but laced with a mix of fury and something else—hurt, confusion, maybe even curiosity. He leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto hers. 'Last week, from the fence. You were in Raj uncle's backyard, on that table, with all those men. They were... they were taking turns with you. Laughing, calling you names. And you were loving it. Begging for more.'

Aisha's breath hitched. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her kameez as forbidden memories flooded back—the rough hands, the relentless thrusts, the hot spurts filling her up. 'No, Ahmed, you must have misunderstood. It wasn't like that. I... I was just—'

'Misunderstood?' Ahmed cut her off, his tone sharpening. He stood up abruptly, towering over her at the table. 'I heard everything. "Breed this '. bitch!" That's what you said. And the way you looked, covered in their... their stuff. Mom, how could you? We're '.s. Dad would roll in his grave.'

Tears welled up in Aisha's eyes, but beneath the guilt, a twisted thrill stirred in her core. She noticed the bulge in Ahmed's pants again, more pronounced now, straining against the fabric of his jeans. Her son, her own flesh and blood, was aroused by this? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, making her pussy clench. 'Please, beta, sit down. Let me explain. It's not what you think. Raj... he helped me when I was lonely after your father passed. It started small, but... it grew. I couldn't stop.'

Ahmed hesitated, his chest heaving with emotion. He paced a few steps away, running a hand through his hair. 'Lonely? That's your excuse? For letting a bunch of ***** guys use you like some cheap whore? I followed you a few times, you know. To the garage, that old temple. I saw the marks on your neck, the way you walk funny sometimes. And tonight, when you came home, you reeked of sex. Sweat and cum, Mom. Their cum.'

Aisha stood up slowly, her legs shaky, and moved closer to him. She placed a hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles. 'Ahmed, I'm sorry you saw that. But it's my life. Your father is gone, and I... I have needs. Raj and his friends, they make me feel alive. Desired. In ways I never knew.' Her voice softened, almost pleading. 'Don't hate me for it.'

He turned to face her, his eyes dropping briefly to her chest, where her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath. The outline of her pierced nipples, a secret gift from Raj, poked through the thin material. Ahmed swallowed hard, his bulge twitching visibly. 'Hate you? Mom, I... I don't know what to feel. It's wrong. But when I saw you there, moaning like that... it did something to me. I couldn't look away.'

Aisha's eyes widened. She stepped closer, her hand sliding up his arm to his shoulder. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. 'What do you mean, beta? Did it... excite you?' The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her voice husky, laced with the same addiction that had consumed her.

Ahmed's face flushed, and he looked away, but he didn't pull back. 'I shouldn't say it. It's sick. You're my mom.'

'But you did see it,' she pressed gently, her fingers tracing down his chest. 'And you're hard right now, aren't you? Thinking about your mother getting fucked by those big ***** cocks.' The taboo words hung heavy, and Aisha felt a rush of wetness between her legs. She was crossing a line, but the fire in her wouldn't let her stop.

Ahmed groaned, his hands balling into fists at his sides. 'Stop, Mom. This isn't right.' But his body betrayed him, his erection throbbing as he shifted uncomfortably.

Aisha's resolve hardened. She glanced at the clock—late, the neighbors asleep. 'Let me show you it's okay. Just once. To understand.' Before he could protest, she sank to her knees in front of him, right there in the dining room, her hands fumbling with his belt. 'Ahmed, please. Let Mama make it better.'

'Mom, no—' he started, but his voice faltered as she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, his boxers tenting obscenely. His cock sprang free when she tugged them lower—thick, veined, already leaking precum at the tip. Bigger than she'd imagined for her 20-year-old son. Aisha's mouth watered, her addiction roaring to life.

'Oh, beta, you're so big,' she murmured, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly. Ahmed gasped, his hands gripping the table edge. 'This is wrong... but fuck, it feels good.'

She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lap at the precum, savoring the salty taste—different from Raj's, but just as intoxicating. 'Shh, just relax. Mama knows what to do.' She took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first, her lips stretching around his girth. Ahmed's hips bucked involuntarily, a low moan escaping him.

'God, Mom... your mouth is so warm,' he whispered, his resistance crumbling. Aisha bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing from all the practice with Raj's friends. She hummed around him, the vibrations making him shudder. One hand cupped his balls, massaging them lightly, while the other pumped the base.

Ahmed's hands tangled in her hair, not pushing, but holding on. 'I've jerked off thinking about it... about you with them. Imagining I was one of them.' The confession spilled out, raw and honest.

Aisha pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. 'Then let me be your first. Fuck Mama's mouth, beta. Use me like they do.' She dove back in, sucking harder, urging him on.

He did, thrusting tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, his cock sliding in and out of her eager mouth. 'Yes... just like that. You're better than any porn,' he panted. Minutes stretched as he facefucked her, her gags muffled, tears of effort streaming down her cheeks. Finally, he tensed. 'Mom, I'm gonna cum—'

'Give it to me,' she urged, pulling off just enough to speak before swallowing him whole again. Ahmed roared softly, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes down her throat. Aisha swallowed greedily, milking every drop, her pussy aching with need.

When he finished, she stood, wiping her mouth, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. 'See? It's our secret. No one has to know.'

Ahmed slumped back into his chair, dazed, his cock softening against his thigh. 'What now? This changes everything.'

Aisha smiled slyly, adjusting her kameez. 'Now, we explore. But tomorrow, I have plans with Raj. Maybe... you can watch? Learn more?'

He nodded slowly, a spark of dark curiosity in his eyes. 'Yeah. Maybe.'

The next day, Aisha texted Raj: 'Bring the boys to the house this afternoon. Ahmed knows. He wants in.' Raj's reply buzzed back: 'Holy shit, Aisha ji. This is gonna be legendary. We'll be there at 3.'

Ahmed skipped his afternoon classes, pacing the living room with nervous energy. Aisha prepared, showering and slipping into a sheer nightie that hugged her curves, her new nipple piercings glinting under the fabric. No panties, of course—her pussy already slick with anticipation.

The doorbell rang, and Ahmed answered, his face a mask of awkward excitement. Raj strode in first, followed by Vikram, Sameer, and Karan, all grinning like wolves. 'So, the boy's in on it now?' Raj clapped Ahmed on the back. 'Good man. Your mom's the best fuck in town.'

Ahmed blushed but managed a nod. 'Yeah. I... saw some of it.'

Aisha emerged from the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively. 'Welcome, everyone. Ahmed, sit on the couch and watch how it's done.' She dropped to her knees in the center of the living room, the men surrounding her like predators.

Raj unzipped first, his thick cock slapping her cheek. 'Suck it, slut.' Aisha obeyed, moaning as she took him deep. The others followed, cocks out and ready. Vikram grabbed her tits, twisting the piercings. 'Look at these—perfect for pulling.'

Ahmed watched, transfixed, his hand drifting to his crotch as Aisha rotated between the cocks, slurping and gagging. 'Mom... you're incredible,' he muttered.

Sameer noticed. 'Hey, kid, join in. Your turn for her mouth.' Ahmed hesitated, then stood, pulling out his hardening dick. Aisha's eyes lit up as she switched to him, sucking her son's cock while jerking Raj and Vikram.

'Fuck, beta, you taste like home,' she purred between licks. The room filled with grunts and wet sounds, the gangbang igniting in their family living room.

They moved her to the couch, bending her over the armrest. Raj claimed her pussy first, slamming in balls-deep. 'Still tight, even after all this.' Aisha cried out, pushing back. 'Harder, Raj! Show Ahmed how you own me!'

Ahmed knelt in front, feeding her his cock again. Vikram took her ass, stretching it wide. Karan and Sameer waited their turns, stroking themselves. 'Kid, you ever fucked before?' Karan asked Ahmed.

'N-no,' Ahmed admitted, thrusting into her mouth.

'After us, you get her pussy. Virgin to milf—nice.'

The pounding intensified, bodies slapping, Aisha's moans muffled by cock. She came hard, squirting onto the carpet. 'Yes! Fill me up, all of you!'

Raj pulled out and came on her back, hot spurts painting her skin. Vikram followed in her ass, grunting as he unloaded. Sameer took pussy next, then Karan in her mouth, making her swallow.

Finally, they stepped back, leaving Aisha a panting, cum-dripping mess. 'Your turn, son,' Raj said, wiping sweat from his brow.

Ahmed positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding easily into her soaked, gaping pussy. 'Oh god, Mom... it's so hot inside you.' He thrust experimentally, then harder, the sensation overwhelming.

Aisha arched back. 'Fuck me, beta! Give Mama your seed!'

The men cheered him on as he pounded away, his inexperience making it frantic and raw. 'I'm close—' he gasped.

'Cum inside! Breed me like they do!' Aisha begged.

Ahmed buried deep and erupted, his load mixing with the others, flooding her womb. He collapsed over her, spent.

As the men dressed and left with promises of more, Aisha pulled Ahmed into a hug, their bodies sticky. 'Welcome to the family secret, beta.'

But outside, a neighbor's light flicked on. Had someone heard? The risk just made it hotter.

(To be continued)

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The days blurred into a haze of secrecy and indulgence for Aisha and Ahmed. What started as a shocking revelation had twisted into something deeper, more addictive. Aisha woke each morning with a secret smile, her body still humming from the previous night's escapades. Ahmed, once so innocent, now stole glances at her during breakfast, his eyes lingering on the curve of her hips or the way her dupatta slipped to reveal the faint bruises from rough hands.

One evening, as the sun dipped low over the neighborhood, Aisha lounged on the couch in a loose robe, her legs parted just enough to tease. Ahmed sat nearby, pretending to scroll on his phone, but his gaze kept drifting. 'Beta, come here,' she said softly, patting the cushion beside her. Her voice carried that husky edge, the one that promised more than words.

Ahmed set his phone down and slid closer, his thigh brushing hers. 'What is it, Mom?' he asked, though he already knew. The air between them thickened, charged like before.

She turned to him, her hand resting on his knee. 'I've been thinking about what happened the other day. With Raj and the others. You were amazing. But I want more for us. Just us, sometimes.' Her fingers trailed up his leg, feeling the heat building.

Ahmed swallowed, his pants tightening. 'Mom, it's risky. What if Dad's friends find out? Or the neighbors? That light last time... someone might talk.'

Aisha leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. 'That's what makes it exciting, isn't it? The danger. Like when I first went to Raj's garage. Heart pounding, but I couldn't stop.' She kissed his neck lightly, her hand cupping the growing bulge in his jeans. 'Let me feel you, beta. Show Mama how hard you get for her.'

He groaned, unzipping himself without another word. His cock sprang out, hard and ready, the tip already glistening. Aisha wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly from base to head. 'So thick, just like your father was. But you last longer.' She pumped him slowly, watching his face twist in pleasure.

Ahmed reached under her robe, finding her bare pussy wet and open. 'You're soaked already,' he murmured, sliding two fingers inside her. She gasped, rocking against his hand. 'Because of you, beta. Thinking about your cock filling me up.'

They moved together, her strokes matching the thrust of his fingers. Aisha's free hand guided his head down to her breast, and he latched on, sucking her nipple hard, tugging the piercing with his teeth. 'Yes, bite it. Make it hurt good.' She moaned, her pussy clenching around him.

But Ahmed wanted more. He pulled his fingers out and stood, pulling her robe open. 'Bend over the couch, Mom. I need to fuck you now.' His voice was rough, confident—lessons learned from watching the men use her.

Aisha obeyed, arching her back, presenting her ass to him. 'Take me, son. Pound your mother's hole.' Ahmed gripped her hips and thrust in, his cock stretching her wide. She cried out, pushing back to meet him. 'Deeper! Fuck me like you own this pussy.'

He did, slamming into her with wet slaps echoing in the room. His balls smacked against her clit, building her toward release. 'God, Mom, you're gripping me so tight. Better than anything.' Ahmed reached around, rubbing her clit in circles as he drove harder.

Aisha's orgasm hit fast, her walls pulsing around his shaft. 'Cum inside me, beta! Fill Mama's womb!' He grunted, burying deep and unloading, hot jets coating her insides. They collapsed together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her.

'That was intense,' Ahmed said after a minute, kissing her shoulder. 'But we can't keep doing this at home all the time. Too close to getting caught.'

Aisha nodded, a sly grin forming. 'You're right. Let's go out. Raj mentioned a party at the old warehouse tomorrow night. His crew will be there, and some new guys. You can join fully this time—no more watching from the sidelines.'

Ahmed's eyes lit up with a mix of nerves and thrill. 'New guys? Like, strangers?'

'Yes, beta. ***** men from the market, truck drivers—big, rough ones. They'll use me hard, and you can too. Or just watch if you want.' She squeezed his softening cock inside her. 'It'll be our adventure.'

The next night, they slipped out after dark, Aisha in a simple black abaya that hid her lack of underwear, Ahmed driving the old family car. The warehouse loomed on the edge of town, dimly lit with cars parked haphazardly outside. Music thumped faintly from within—Hindi beats mixed with laughter.

Raj met them at the door, his arm around a burly man with a thick mustache. 'Aisha ji! And the boy. Come in, come in. We've got twenty guys tonight. All waiting for the '. slut.' He slapped her ass through the fabric, making her yelp.

Ahmed tensed but followed, his hand on her lower back. Inside, the space was cleared—mattresses and blankets strewn about, bottles of cheap whiskey passed around. Men lounged in groups, shirts off, eyes hungry as Aisha entered. Whistles and catcalls filled the air.

'Look at her,' one man said, a tall driver named Baldev. 'Bet that veili's pussy is dripping already.'

Aisha shed her abaya, revealing her naked body—curves on full display, piercings catching the light. The men cheered. She dropped to her knees in the center, surrounded. 'Use me, all of you. My son watches and learns.'

Ahmed found a spot on a crate, his cock hardening as the first man—Raj—shoved his dick into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, gagging as he facefucked her. Baldev knelt behind, spreading her cheeks and licking her asshole before plunging his fat cock into her pussy.

'Fuck, she's loose but tightens up nice,' Baldev grunted, pounding away. Aisha moaned around Raj's shaft, her body rocking between them.

More joined: one grabbed her tits, pinching and slapping them red. Another fed her his balls to lick. Ahmed stroked himself through his pants, mesmerized. 'Go on, kid,' Raj said between thrusts. 'Get in there. She's yours too.'

Ahmed stripped and approached, his cock out. Aisha pulled off Raj to suck him instead, her tongue swirling around the head. 'Beta, yes! Join them.' The men laughed, encouraging him as he took her hand to jerk another cock.

They rotated her like a toy—double penetration with two in her pussy at once, stretching her limits. Anal with a third in her mouth. Cum splattered her face, tits, back. She begged through it all: 'More cocks! Fuck this whore harder!'

One man, a wiry guy named Ravi, tied her wrists with a belt and whipped her ass lightly with his hand. 'Take it, bitch. For betraying your faith.' The sting made her squirt, soaking the floor.

Ahmed took his turn in her ass, the tightness making him groan. 'Mom, it's so hot and tight back here.' He thrust steadily while a stranger fucked her pussy, the friction driving her wild.

Hours passed in a blur of sweat, grunts, and her endless orgasms. By the end, Aisha lay in a pool of cum, body marked and spent. The men filtered out, slapping Ahmed on the back. 'Good job, son. She's a keeper.'

As they drove home, Aisha leaned against Ahmed, her head on his shoulder. 'That was wild, beta. But next time, we invite more. Maybe even at the temple again.'

Ahmed nodded, exhausted but hooked. 'Yeah, Mom. Whatever you want.'

But as they pulled into the driveway, headlights flashed behind them—a security officer car? Or just a neighbor? The night held more secrets yet.

(To be continued)

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Aisha's eyes widened as the headlights grew brighter in the rearview mirror. Ahmed gripped the steering wheel tighter, his heart pounding. 'Mom, what if it's the security officer? We smell like... everything.' He glanced at her, her abaya rumpled, hair messy, and faint streaks of dried cum on her skin.

She sat up straight, pulling the fabric around her. 'Slow down, beta. Don't panic. Maybe it's just Mr. Singh from next door, coming home late.' But her voice shook a little. The car behind them honked once, then pulled up beside them as Ahmed turned into the driveway. It was a black sedan, not a security officer cruiser. Relief washed over them as the driver rolled down the window.

'Raja? Is that you?' Aisha called out, recognizing the face. It was Raja, one of Raj's cousins, a stocky man in his forties with a beard and a gold chain around his neck.

He grinned, stepping out. 'Aisha ji! Saw your car from the road. Raj said you might be back late. Wanted to check if you need anything.' His eyes roamed over her, lingering on the way her robe clung to her curves.

Ahmed parked and killed the engine. 'We're fine, uncle. Just tired.' He got out, trying to act normal, but his legs felt weak from the night's exertions.

Raja laughed, clapping Ahmed on the shoulder. 'Tired? From what, boy? Raj told me you joined the fun tonight. Good for you.' He winked at Aisha. 'She must be worn out then. Let me help you inside.'

Aisha stepped out, her bare feet hitting the cool pavement. 'No need, Raja. We can manage.' But she didn't pull away when he offered his arm. Inside the house, the door clicked shut, and the tension from the drive melted away.

Ahmed locked the door and turned to them. 'That was close. I thought we were done for.' He ran a hand through his hair, still buzzing from the warehouse.

Raja nodded, settling on the couch without asking. 'Life's full of close calls, especially with a woman like her.' He patted the spot next to him. 'Come sit, Aisha ji. You look like you could use a drink.'

She hesitated, then poured three glasses of water from the kitchen— no alcohol in the house, but it was something. Handing one to each, she sat between them, her thigh pressing against Raja's. 'What brings you here really? Raj send you?'

Raja sipped, his free hand resting on her knee. 'Heard about the new guys tonight. Baldev couldn't stop talking about how you took two at once. Said your ass gripped like a vice.' He squeezed her leg gently. 'Thought maybe you'd want company to wind down.'

Ahmed shifted uncomfortably, but his cock stirred at the memory. 'Uncle, it's late. Mom needs rest.'

Aisha turned to her son, her hand on his thigh now. 'Beta, don't be shy. Raja's family. And after tonight, you know I don't mind sharing.' She leaned in, kissing Ahmed's cheek, then turned to Raja and did the same. The air grew heavy again, the scent of sex still clinging to her skin.

Raja's hand slid higher, under her abaya, finding her thigh slick with remnants from the party. 'Still wet, huh? Let me clean you up.' He pushed the fabric aside, exposing her pussy, red and swollen from the rough use.

Ahmed watched, his resistance fading. 'Mom... you sure?'

She nodded, spreading her legs. 'Yes, beta. Watch him. Or join.' Raja knelt between her feet, his tongue darting out to lick her folds, tasting the mix of cum from the men. Aisha moaned, her head falling back against the couch. 'Oh, Raja... that's good. Suck it all out.'

He lapped at her eagerly, his beard scratching her inner thighs. His fingers spread her lips, tongue plunging inside to scoop out the sticky load. 'Tastes like a dozen men in here. You really are a slut, Aisha ji.'

Ahmed unzipped his pants, pulling out his hardening cock. He stroked it slowly, eyes fixed on Raja's mouth working on his mother. 'Does it taste good, uncle? All that cum in her?'

Raja looked up, grinning with her juices on his chin. 'Best dessert. Want a turn?' He moved aside, and Ahmed leaned down, kissing her pussy tentatively at first, then bolder, sucking her clit.

Aisha threaded her fingers through his hair. 'Yes, beta. Lick Mama clean. Taste what those men left.' She bucked against his face, her arousal building fast.

Raja stood, dropping his pants. His cock was thick and veined, already leaking. 'My turn to fuck.' He positioned himself, rubbing the head against her entrance. 'Ready for more, whore?'

'Fuck me, Raja. Fill this '. pussy with your ***** dick.' Aisha pulled him in, gasping as he thrust deep. He pounded her steadily, the couch creaking under them.

Ahmed straightened, feeding his cock into her mouth. She sucked him hungrily, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the shaft. 'Mmm, beta's cock. So fresh compared to the old ones.'

Raja slapped her thigh. 'Old? I'll show you old.' He sped up, his balls slapping her ass. 'Gonna cum soon. Where do you want it?'

'Inside! Breed me like the others.' Aisha popped off Ahmed's dick to beg, then went back to sucking.

Ahmed groaned, face-fucking her gently. 'Mom, you're so full already. How do you take it all?'

She mumbled around him, 'Practice, beta. Lots of practice.' Raja grunted, burying deep and shooting his load, hot spurts mixing with the rest. He pulled out, cum dripping from her.

'Your turn, kid,' Raja said, stepping back. Ahmed took his place, sliding into the messy warmth. 'Fuck, it's slippery but tight.' He thrust hard, chasing his own release.

Aisha wrapped her legs around him. 'Cum in Mama, beta. Add to it.' Raja watched, stroking himself hard again.

Ahmed lasted longer this time, the slickness making it intense. When he came, he collapsed on her, panting. 'Love you, Mom.'

She held him close. 'Love you too. Both of you.' Raja chuckled, zipping up. 'I'll head out. See you soon, Aisha ji. Bring the boy next time.'

After he left, Aisha and Ahmed showered together, soaping each other's bodies. His hands lingered on her breasts, pinching the nipples. 'That was unexpected,' he said, rinsing her hair.

She smiled, soaping his cock. 'Life is full of surprises. Makes it exciting.' They dried off and slipped into bed, her body curled against his. Sleep came easy, but dreams were filled with more men, more nights.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains. Ahmed woke to Aisha cooking breakfast, her in a simple salwar kameez, looking every bit the proper widow. But he knew better. 'Morning, Mom. Sleep okay?'

She turned, smiling. 'Like a baby. You?'

'Yeah. But my body's sore.' He rubbed his shoulder, remembering the warehouse pushes.

She set plates down. 'Eat up. We have plans today.'

Ahmed raised an eyebrow. 'Plans?'

'Raj called. Wants us at the garage this afternoon. Some customers coming by—truckers needing a break.' She sat across from him, her foot nudging his under the table.

He ate quickly, excitement building. 'New guys again?'

'Yes. And this time, you can pick who goes first.' Her eyes sparkled with mischief. 'Or I can.'

By afternoon, they arrived at the garage, the air thick with oil and heat. Raj greeted them with hugs, his hands wandering on Aisha. 'Right on time. Three drivers inside, waiting. Big ones from Punjab.'

Ahmed followed her to the back room, where three men sat on crates, smoking. They were burly, shirts unbuttoned to show hairy chests. One, with a turban, eyed Aisha hungrily. 'This the woman Raj promised?'

Raj nodded. 'Aisha ji. '. beauty for you ***** bulls.'

She stripped slowly, letting them see her full figure. 'Use me however you want. My son's here to watch or join.'

The men stood, circling her. The turbaned one, Gurpreet, grabbed her tits first, squeezing hard. 'These are heavy. Milk them for us.' He pinched her nipples, making her gasp.

Another, Harjit, dropped his pants, his cock long and curved. 'Suck this, randi.' He shoved it into her mouth, holding her head.

The third, Sukh, knelt behind, fingering her ass. 'Tight hole. Ever taken three at once?'

Aisha pulled off to answer. 'Yes. Stretch me.'

Ahmed stripped too, his cock ready. He approached, and she took him in hand, stroking while sucking Harjit.

They lifted her onto a workbench, Gurpreet lying back so she could ride his thick cock in her pussy. Sukh lubed up with spit and pushed into her ass, the double stretch making her scream in pleasure. Harjit fed her his dick, muffling her cries.

Ahmed stood beside, jerking off until Gurpreet waved him over. 'Kid, fuck her mouth with me.' They took turns, her lips stretched around both heads.

The room filled with grunts and slaps. 'Pound that ass!' Raj cheered from the door. Aisha's body shook, orgasms ripping through her as they filled every hole.

Gurpreet came first, flooding her pussy. Sukh followed in her ass, pulling out to spray the rest on her back. Harjit unloaded down her throat, making her swallow.

Ahmed took the pussy next, slipping into the cum-filled warmth. 'So messy, Mom. Feels amazing.' He fucked her until he added his load.

The drivers dressed, tossing tips to Raj. 'Best stop ever. We'll be back.'

As evening fell, Aisha and Ahmed drove home again, her head on his lap. 'Another good day, beta.'

He stroked her hair. 'Yeah. But what about tomorrow? college for me, and you?'

She looked up. 'Work at the shop. But after... maybe we visit the temple. Raj said the priest wants a private session.'

Ahmed's pulse quickened. 'The temple? With people around?'

'Exactly. The risk.' She unzipped him, leaning to suck his cock as he drove carefully. 'Our secret life, beta. It just keeps growing.'

They arrived home sated, but the pull of more adventures lingered, promising endless nights of taboo pleasure.

(To be continued)

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The next day dawned with the usual routine, but the undercurrent of excitement buzzed between Aisha and Ahmed like electricity. Ahmed headed to college, his mind wandering during classes to the slick heat of his mother's body and the grunts of those truckers. By the time he got home, Aisha was already preparing, slipping into a modest dupatta that hid the lacy black bra underneath, her salwar kameez flowing loosely but clinging just enough to hint at her curves.

"Beta, eat something quick," she said, setting a plate of roti and curry on the table. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him. "We leave in an hour. Raj will meet us at the temple gate."

Ahmed shoveled food into his mouth, his cock twitching at the thought. "The priest... what's his name again? And what exactly happens there? People pray all day."

She sat beside him, her hand resting on his knee. "Pandit Sharma. He's known Raj for years. The temple's old, with back rooms no one uses much. He wants to... bless me, in his way. With a few others joining. The chants outside will cover the sounds." Her fingers traced up his thigh. "It'll be thrilling, beta. Fucking in a holy place, right under their noses."

He swallowed hard, pushing his plate away. "I'm hard already, Mom. What if someone walks in?"

Aisha leaned in, kissing his neck. "That's the fun. Now go change. Something casual."

They drove to the temple as the sun dipped low, the air thick with incense even from the car. Raj waited by the entrance, his smile wide as he waved them over. He wore a simple kurta, blending in with the devotees streaming inside for evening prayers.

"Aisha ji, Ahmed! Come, the pandit's waiting." Raj led them through the crowded courtyard, past families lighting diyas and murmuring mantras. Aisha's heart raced with each step, the forbidden thrill making her pussy throb.

They slipped into a side door, down a dim corridor lined with faded murals of gods and goddesses. The pandit stood at the end, a wiry man in his fifties with a white beard and tilak on his forehead. His eyes lit up when he saw Aisha.

"Namaste, beautiful one," he said, his voice low and reverent. "Raj has told me of your devotion. Come, the altar awaits."

Ahmed glanced around the small chamber, bare except for a low stone platform dbangd in red cloth, flickering oil lamps casting shadows. Two other men lingered in the corners—temple helpers, young and muscular, their lungis loose around their waists.

Aisha removed her dupatta, letting her hair fall free. "Pandit ji, I come to offer myself. Use this body for your pleasure." She untied her kameez, letting it drop to reveal her full breasts straining against the lace.

The pandit nodded approvingly, stepping closer. "A true devotee. Kneel before the altar." She obeyed, her knees on the cool stone, ass raised slightly. Raj and Ahmed stood back, watching as the pandit lifted his kurta, revealing a surprisingly thick cock already stiffening.

"Chant with me," the pandit instructed, but his words twisted into something erotic. He pressed the head of his dick against her lips. "Om... suck this holy rod, daughter."

Aisha opened her mouth, taking him in deep, her tongue swirling around the veined shaft. She bobbed her head, slurping loudly, the wet sounds echoing off the walls. The helpers moved in, one dropping his lungi to stroke his long, dark cock, the other groping her tits from behind, pinching her nipples until they hardened.

Raj whispered to Ahmed, "See how she worships? Your mom's a natural at this." Ahmed nodded, his hand adjusting his growing bulge. The thrill of the temple bells ringing outside, mixed with her muffled moans, made his pulse race.

The pandit gripped her hair, fucking her face steadily. "Good girl. Take the seed of Shiva into your throat." He thrust deeper, his balls slapping her chin. One helper, Vikram, knelt behind her, hiking up her salwar and yanking it down with her panties. Her pussy glistened, exposed to the sacred air.

"Wet already," Vikram murmured, spitting on his fingers and rubbing her clit. He slid two inside, pumping fast. "This '. cunt begs for ***** cock."

Aisha moaned around the pandit's dick, pushing back against the fingers. The other helper, Deepak, fed his cock to her hand, and she stroked it eagerly, her body rocking between them.

Ahmed couldn't hold back. He unzipped, pulling out his cock and stepping closer. "Mom, can I...?"

She pulled off the pandit with a pop, saliva stringing from her lips. "Yes, beta. Join the ritual." She turned her head, sucking Ahmed's cock while Vikram lined up and slammed into her pussy from behind. The force made her gasp, but she took it all, her mouth working Ahmed's shaft with expert suction.

The pandit watched, stroking himself. "Beautiful. Now, fill her holes as offerings." He moved behind, pushing Vikram aside briefly to rub his cock against her ass. "This back entrance—has it been blessed?"

"Many times, Pandit ji," Aisha panted, releasing Ahmed to answer. "Stretch it wide."

Vikram took her pussy again, and the pandit pressed into her ass, the double penetration making her cry out. Deepak shoved his dick back into her mouth, silencing her with thrusts. Raj joined now, his cock in her hand, the five men surrounding her like a circle of worshippers.

Ahmed stood to the side, jerking off furiously, the sight of his mother impaled and used in this holy space overwhelming. Her body jiggled with each pound, tits bouncing, sweat mixing with the lamp oil scent. The temple chants grew louder outside, a rhythmic backdrop to their grunts.

"Fuck her harder! Make the slut scream her prayers," Raj urged, slapping her ass cheek red.

Vikram came first, groaning as he pumped his load deep into her pussy. "Take it, randi!" He pulled out, cum leaking down her thighs. The pandit followed, burying in her ass and unloading with a chant-like moan. "Om... fill this hole with divine essence."

Deepak face-fucked her until he exploded, cum spilling from her lips as she swallowed what she could. Aisha gasped for air, but Raj was quick, flipping her onto her back on the altar. He spread her legs wide, thrusting into the messy pussy. "My turn to claim you here."

Ahmed approached her head, and she pulled him down for a kiss, tasting the cum on her tongue. Then she guided his cock into her mouth again, sucking while Raj pounded away. The other men watched, recovering, their cocks hardening at the sight.

"Beta, cum on Mama's face," she mumbled around him. "Mark me like the others."

He nodded, pumping faster until he pulled out, stroking to shoot ropes across her cheeks and lips. She licked it up, eyes locked on his. Raj grunted, adding his load inside her, mixing with the rest.

The pandit clapped slowly. "A fine offering. But the night is young. Rest, then we move to the inner sanctum. More devotees wait."

They cleaned up minimally, Aisha wiping cum from her face with her dupatta, her body aching deliciously. As they slipped back into the corridor, a group of worshippers passed nearby, oblivious. The close call sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through her.

Later, in the inner room—a hidden alcove behind the main idol—they gathered again. This time, four more men joined: older temple regulars, drawn by whispers of the 'special puja.' Aisha lay on a mat, legs spread, inviting them all.

"Come, Hindus. Defile this '. body in your god's shadow," she said boldly, her voice husky.

They swarmed her, cocks everywhere. One in her pussy, another in her ass, hands and mouths on her tits and clit. Ahmed and Raj took turns in her mouth, the overload of sensations making her orgasm repeatedly, her screams blending with distant bells.

One man, an elderly devotee named Mohan, fucked her slowly, savoring. "Your pussy milks me like a goddess. Cum for me." He rubbed her clit until she squirted, soaking the mat.

Ahmed watched in awe, then joined the ass fuck, double-teaming her with another. Her hole stretched impossibly, the friction intense. "Mom, you're taking us all so well."

Hours passed in a blur of thrusts, cum, and moans. By midnight, Aisha was covered in loads, her skin sticky, pussy and ass gaping slightly. The men departed one by one, sated and silent.

Raj helped her dress, kissing her forehead. "You were divine tonight, Aisha ji. The pandit wants you back weekly."

Ahmed supported her as they left, the temple quiet now. In the car, she leaned against him. "Beta, that was intense. Did you enjoy?"

"More than ever," he admitted, driving home. "The risk... it's addictive. What's next?"

She smiled sleepily. "Tomorrow, a family gathering at Raj's. His brothers and uncles. And maybe invite neighbors. Spread the word."

At home, they bathed together, his hands gentle on her sore spots. As they cuddled in bed, her hand on his cock, sleep came with dreams of endless orgies, the taboo flame burning brighter.

The following evening, Raj's house buzzed with relatives— a Diwali after-party, though the festival had passed. Laughter filled the air, plates of sweets passed around. Aisha arrived with Ahmed, dressed conservatively, but Raj's knowing wink set her pulse racing.

In the backyard, away from prying eyes, the real party began. Raj's brothers—tall, broad-shouldered men like him—gathered around a fire pit. Uncles too, grizzled but eager. Eight in total, plus Raj.

"Aisha, show them what you bring," Raj said, pulling her into the circle.

She stripped confidently, standing nude in the cool night air, firelight dancing on her skin. "Use me, all of you. My son watches."

The men cheered, clothes shedding. Raj's brother Vikash, the oldest, approached first, bending her over a bench and sliding into her pussy from behind. "Tight even after all that temple fun," he grunted, thrusting deep.

Another brother, Arjun, knelt in front, feeding her his cock. She sucked greedily, hands on two more dicks stroking them. Ahmed sat nearby, cock out, the family vibe twisting the taboo further.

Uncles joined, one pinching her nipples while fucking her mouth next. Cum flew early—Vikash pulling out to spray her back, Arjun down her throat. They rotated, her body passed like a prize: pussy, ass, mouth filled in endless combinations.

"Gangbang this whore!" Raj yelled, joining to double-penetrate her ass with an uncle, the stretch making her howl. Ahmed took a turn in her pussy, the familial cocks around heightening his arousal. "Mom, surrounded by them... it's hot."

She moaned, riding him while sucking another. "Yes, beta. Our family now."

The night wore on, the yard smelling of sex and smoke. Loads coated her inside and out, her orgasms shaking her core. By dawn, exhausted men slumped, but Aisha glowed, insatiable.

As they drove home, Ahmed's hand between her legs, fingering the cum-filled pussy. "Neighbors next? Like you said?"

"Soon," she whispered. "Mr. Singh saw us that night. Time to invite him properly. And maybe the whole street."

Their adventures escalated, boundaries shattered, the thrill of exposure looming larger with each forbidden step.

(To be continued)

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The days blurred into a haze of anticipation and fulfillment for Aisha and Ahmed. The morning after the backyard frenzy at Raj's, Aisha woke with a satisfied ache between her legs, the remnants of multiple loads still trickling out as she moved. Ahmed stirred beside her, his morning wood pressing against her thigh. She reached down, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and stroking slowly.

"Beta, last night was wild," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "Those uncles... they didn't hold back."

He groaned, thrusting into her hand. "Yeah, Mom. Seeing you take all those cocks, covered in their cum... I shot twice just watching. But you mentioned neighbors. Mr. Singh?"

Aisha nodded, climbing on top of him. She guided his dick into her slick pussy, sinking down with a sigh. "He's been eyeing me for months. That night he peeked through the fence during the truckers. Time to pull him in." She rode him steadily, her breasts bouncing as she ground her hips. "Invite him over tonight. Tell him it's a casual dinner."

Ahmed gripped her ass, pounding up into her. "What about the others on the street? The Gupta family? The young guys from next door?"

"One step at a time," she gasped, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone. "But soon. Imagine the whole block using me." The thought pushed her over, her walls clenching as she came, milking his release deep inside.

They spent the day preparing. Aisha cooked biryani and kebabs, her salwar kameez hiding the fact that she wore nothing underneath. Ahmed texted Mr. Singh, a burly Sikh widower in his forties who lived alone. "Uncle ji, Mom wants you for dinner. Come at 7."

Singh arrived punctually, his turban neat, eyes lighting up at Aisha's welcoming smile. "Aisha ji, smells wonderful. Ahmed, good to see you boy."

Dinner started innocently, small talk about neighborhood gossip and cricket scores. But Aisha's foot brushed Singh's leg under the table, then higher, rubbing his crotch until she felt him harden. He shifted, glancing at Ahmed, who just grinned.

"Uncle, Mom has something to show you," Ahmed said, standing. "Follow us."

In the living room, Aisha turned, untying her kameez and letting it fall. Her naked body glowed under the lamp light, nipples erect, pussy lips swollen from earlier. Singh's jaw dropped. "What... Aisha ji? This is..."

"Shh," she said, stepping close and dropping to her knees. She unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, uncut cock. "I've seen you watching. Now taste me properly." She licked the head, then engulfed him, sucking with hollowed cheeks.

Singh moaned, hands in her hair. "Yaar, you're a dream. That mouth..." Ahmed stripped too, stroking himself as he watched his mother blow their neighbor.

Singh didn't last long, the surprise too much. He grunted, flooding her mouth with hot spurts. Aisha swallowed every drop, then stood, bending over the couch. "Now fuck me, uncle ji. Fill this pussy."

He obliged, slamming in from behind, his belly slapping her ass. "Tight... so wet. You do this often?" He thrust hard, hands mauling her tits.

"Every chance," she admitted, pushing back. "My son too. Watch him join."

Ahmed moved in front, sliding his cock into her mouth. Singh's eyes widened but he kept pounding, the incestuous sight fueling him. "Your own boy? Bas, you're both sluts."

They spit-roasted her relentlessly, switching ends until Singh came again, this time in her ass, groaning as he emptied. Ahmed followed, painting her face with his load. Exhausted, Singh dressed, promising discretion but hinting at inviting friends.

"Bring them next time," Aisha said, kissing his cheek. "The more, the better."

Word spread subtly through the neighborhood. By the weekend, Raj coordinated a 'block party' in an empty lot behind the houses, disguised as a community bonfire. But the real fire burned hotter. Aisha arrived with Ahmed, her outfit a sheer sari that left little to imagination. Two dozen men gathered—neighbors, shopkeepers, even a few delivery boys who'd heard rumors. *****, Sikh, '., but united in lust.

Raj raised a bottle. "To Aisha, our queen! Strip and serve, ji."

She did, shedding the sari to stand nude before them, her body on display. Cheers erupted. Men circled, cocks out, hands roaming. A young neighbor, Ravi, twenty-something and fit, grabbed her first, lifting her legs and impaling her on his dick against a wall. "Aunty, your pussy's famous now."

She wrapped around him, moaning as he bounced her. "Fuck me hard, beta. Make aunty cum." Others waited, stroking. An older man, the local grocer, took her mouth, while two more sucked her tits.

Ahmed mingled, fucking a willing housewife who'd tagged along, but his eyes stayed on his mother. She was passed around like a communal toy: bent over crates for doggy style, laid on blankets for missionary, even hoisted between two men for double vaginal penetration, their cocks stretching her wide.

"Yes! Stuff that hole full!" she screamed, orgasming as they alternated thrusts. Cum dripped from every orifice, her skin shiny with it. Singh joined again, taking her ass while Ravi reclaimed her pussy, the DP making her squirt onto the ground.

The night devolved into chaos. Groups formed: three cocks in her at once, hands jerking the rest. She deepthroated one while riding another, her hands busy on flanks. Ahmed finally claimed her, pushing into her cum-soaked ass as the crowd chanted encouragement.

"Fuck your mom, boy! Breed her!" someone yelled.

He did, pounding until he added his seed. Aisha, delirious with pleasure, took load after load—on her tits, in her hair, down her throat. By the end, she lay in the center, body a canvas of semen, pussy and ass throbbing, utterly spent.

As dawn broke, the men dispersed, sated and sworn to secrecy. Raj helped her up. "You're legendary now, Aisha. The neighborhood's yours."

She smiled weakly, leaning on Ahmed. "Ours. But careful—the security officer might hear."

The thrill of exposure hung like a shadow, but it only heightened their games. Weeks later, the risk became reality. A nosy aunt from Aisha's side visited unexpectedly, catching whispers of the 'parties.' She confronted Aisha in the kitchen, eyes narrow.

"What's this I hear? You and Ahmed... with those ***** men? Shame on you! I'll tell the family, the imam!"

Aisha's heart pounded, but instead of fear, arousal stirred. She stepped closer, her hand brushing the aunt's arm. "Aunty, join us. See for yourself. No shame, only pleasure."

The aunt, Fatima, in her fifties but still curvaceous, flushed. "Insane girl. I should..." But curiosity won. That night, Aisha blindfolded her and led her to Raj's garage, where a small group waited: Raj, Ahmed, Singh, and two others.

"Trust me," Aisha whispered, removing the blindfold. Fatima gasped at the naked men, but Aisha pushed her down gently. "Let them show you."

Raj approached first, kissing Fatima's neck while Aisha undressed her. "Relax, aunty ji. We'll make you feel alive."

Fatima resisted briefly, but as Raj's fingers found her clit through her panties, she softened. Aisha sucked her aunt's tits, Ahmed stroking his cock nearby. Soon, clothes flew off, and Fatima was on her back, Raj's tongue lapping her pussy while she moaned in shock and delight.

"Oh god... this is wrong," she panted, but her hips bucked.

"Feels right, though," Aisha said, guiding Ahmed's dick to her aunt's mouth. Fatima hesitated, then sucked tentatively, her eyes widening at the taste.

The men took turns: Singh fucking Fatima's pussy missionary-style, grunting as she wrapped her legs around him. "Tight for an old one," he said. Aisha straddled her face, grinding her wet folds on Fatima's tongue, teaching her to eat pussy.

Ahmed entered Aisha from behind, the chain of bodies rocking. "Aunty's learning fast, Mom."

Fatima came hard, screaming into Aisha's cunt, then begged for more. They double-teamed her: one cock in pussy, another in ass, her holes virgin to such use. Cum filled her, and she reciprocated, sucking Ahmed while Aisha fingered her.

By morning, Fatima was hooked, promising silence and more visits. "Your secret's safe, niece. But share the fun."

The escalation peaked at a hidden farm outside town, rented by Raj for a 'retreat.' Fifty men arrived—neighbors, truckers, temple folk, even strangers from online whispers. Aisha and Ahmed, now inseparable in depravity, arrived as the stars of the show.

A massive tent housed the orgy, mats and pillows scattered. Aisha entered nude, a collar around her neck symbolizing submission. "All of you—use this '. slut and her son. No limits."

The horde descended. She was lifted, cocks invading every hole: pussy, ass, mouth, hands. Men rotated, her body airborne in a sling of arms, impaled continuously. Ahmed fucked her alongside them, his thrusts syncing with strangers'.

"Mom, so many dicks... you're drowning in cum," he said, kissing her cum-smeared lips.

She laughed through moans. "Join the flood, beta." Orgasms ripped through her, squirting arcs as fists rubbed her g-spot.

Fatima arrived midway, stripping to join, her mature body taken by groups. Mother and aunt side-by-side, scissoring while men jerked over them.

Hours turned to a blur: bukkake circles, where dozens unloaded on their faces; train lines, each man thrusting ten times before switching; even light bondage, Aisha tied spread-eagle for relentless pounding.

As the sun rose, bodies piled in exhaustion. Aisha, covered head to toe in drying semen, pussy raw and gaping, crawled to Ahmed. "This... is our life now. No regrets."

He held her, his own body marked. "Never. But we go deeper, quieter. The world's our playground."

Raj nodded from afar. "Rest. More adventures await—cities, beaches, who knows. But you're ours forever."

In the quiet aftermath, Aisha and Ahmed drove home, hands intertwined. The taboos shattered, boundaries erased, their bond forged in endless lust. The flame of forbidden desire burned eternal, a secret symphony of moans echoing into infinity.

(The End)

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