Adultery Widows mom's grief and love

[devil_143]

Hello, I'm Meena. The story I'm about to tell didn't happen today but 5 years ago, in 2021. At that time I was 40 years old, and it had been two years since my husband died. I have a son named Karthik; he was nineteen then. 

I got married at a young age; all I knew was home, my husband, and my son. When my husband suddenly died, I was devastated. Not knowing what to do next in life, I was at a complete loss. My son, too, fell into depression after his father passed away. 

He stayed in his room at home, never going anywhere. He had no one to talk to, and since I was the one struggling, he couldn't look after me. For company, he kept a small computer box in his room and would always be staring at it. He wouldn't even speak properly to me.  

After my husband died, I got his job, and my life became somewhat clear. Then I decided I had to somehow fix my son. That day I came home from work in the afternoon; the food I'd set aside for him was still there, so I took it on a plate, opened his bedroom door, and was shocked. 

On the computer in his room, an old Malayalam movie was playing, in which a woman lay in a bra and panties while a man hugged her. Watching it, my son was grabbing his penis and stroking it.  

My head spun, the floor gave way, and the door creaked as I grabbed onto it. My son immediately turned to look at me, and I stood there, stunned, holding the tray in my hand. But he simply got up, took the tray from me, and shut the door. 

I froze in shock and just stood there, listening to the sound of that porn video without stopping. I couldn't sleep at all that night. Who could I tell about this? If I told anyone, wouldn't they talk badly about my son? They'd blame me, saying I didn't raise him properly.  

Then I consulted a therapist and told him about my sorrow. He clarified a few things. He said that people who are very close in a relationship or who are overly attached to someone, and who are unable to properly express their grief when that person leaves, behave in this unusual way. 

He said it's common for kids to do this; some will let go on their own quickly, while others will after they've fully expressed their sadness. Since the computer was right there, I asked, “Are you looking at it because it's here? Should I take it away if you want.”


He said that if I were to rush into anything, it would make him extremely angry, and then it would be difficult to control and protect him. He told me I would have to be patient and that only I could handle him and bring about a change with patience. Hearing that from him made me even more scared. 


I was worried, not knowing that my son was about to quit this habit. The next evening when I came home, I hesitated and went to his room, slowly opening the door. On the computer, another Malayalam blue film was playing—a scene of a woman bathing with a towel wrapped around her. 

I closed the door and walked away, deciding that I had to be patient with him, just as the doctor had said. In the morning, before going to work, I was saying to my son, “Sweetheart, Mom's going to work. I've left food for you, so please eat. Afterward, if you need anything, just tell me, and I'll definitely get it for you... for you...” 

Then my son said, “Buy me a porn CD,” and went inside. I wasn't expecting this. Is that something a son asks his mother for? The doctor had told me to avoid making him angry. 




In the evening, as soon as I finished work, my heart grew heavy again. How could I buy what my son had asked for this morning? What if someone saw me? What would they think of me, and what would the shopkeeper think? But considering my son's condition, I made up my mind.  

I took an auto and went to the place where CDs are sold. At the far end, a small shop was tucked away from the others, and the crowd was thin. Summoning my courage, I went in. There was only a young man inside, and when he asked, “What movie do you want, ma'am?” my tongue tied up. 

I was like, “Umm, it's this…” movie,“ he said, pulling it out. ”Tell me, ma'am, is it a Tamil movie or an English one? There's a new Harry Potter movie out, we've got Jackie Chan's Karate Kid, there's a Tangled animated film for the kids—what do you want?“ I mustered up my courage and quietly said, ”That movie." 


He looked surprised at first, then he understood and stared at me in amazement. I felt a tingling all over. Then he gave me a strange look, pulled a CD from underneath, and put it in a black plastic case. Since I can't come and go every day, I said, “Add three more…” Give me three more…“ I said. He looked at me in disbelief, then pulled a CD from under the counter, put it in a black plastic case, and handed it to me. I couldn't come every day, so I said, ”Give me three more…" Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't want to show them in front of him. I handed him the case from my bag; he took it, went inside, and shut the door. Oh God, why like this?
I felt like crying, but I didn't want to show it in front of him. I handed him the cover from my bag; he took it, went inside, and shut the door. I looked up at the sky and said, “God, why are you doing this to me?” Then I went to my room, collapsed onto the bed, and before I knew it, I fell asleep. 

A week later, after he had finished watching the CD I bought him, he came to me asking for another CD. Imagine my situation. But I had no other choice; I prayed to God to help my son get out of this somehow and left. 


It was the same street again, and I was torn between going to the same shop or trying somewhere else. I decided to just go there and get it over with, rather than risk embarrassing myself at a new place. 

With some hesitation, I stepped into the shop, and the young man noticed me. Another boy was there buying something, and the young man said, “Hey, here, get what you need and get out of here,” and he left. 



I hesitated and went to stand there, and the young man himself picked up a CD from below and asked, “How was our shop's CD, ma'am?” I stood there, flustered, unable to say anything. He placed the CD on the counter and said, “This is a Malayalam blue film, Madam. The actresses in it are really hot... just like you,” and then he put it back in his bag. 

As he spoke to me so brazenly, I felt like a bug was crawling on my foot. I stayed silent, and he continued, “Ma'am, this CD is a new release, an English movie, the sex scenes are insane... and then there's this African one, that one's huge...” Lastly, this is a Japanese one, it lasts a long time…" he said, putting it in the case. 



Every word he said made my body shudder. As soon as he was done, I paid him and rushed out without saying a word. For the sake of my son, I have to endure all this humiliation. God, when will he ever understand? 

But he didn't understand. As soon as he finished watching those pictures, he asked me for something new again, even telling me, “Go find something even better.” I don't want to go back there again—the shopkeeper has already started talking to me as if I'm a slut.  

I didn't know how to put a stop to this. Just then, I heard someone talking in the office, 'Why the hell do you have to go there and wander around? The internet is here now, and ACT is giving unlimited plans. If you go to the theater, they'll just nag you to buy this and that, driving you crazy,' he was saying, and that's when my brain kicked in. 



Okay, I decided that today I'd buy from that shop one last time, and before this runs out, I have to get an internet connection set up at home. 

This time, as soon as I entered his shop, he greeted me with a sly smile, “Welcome, ma'am. I was starting to think you weren't going to come… but you did.” I silently told myself, “Be patient, Meena.” 


“Ma'am, here's the Malayalam film you always buy. The special thing about this one is that Aunty Reshma is fully nude for the first time. She looks absolutely stunning—you'll definitely like it,” he said, placing it on the cover. 

His nerve was growing, but I couldn't even tell him to be quiet. ‘Next, ma'am... an English movie, some serious fucking. And he even flips that girl over and fucks her. Ugh, watch it and tell me,’ he said, looking at me, and put that one in too. 

‘Ma'am, you're going to love this one. The guy in it has a huge dick, and you'll cum just from looking at it, I bet. And not only that, ma'am, watch how he fucks her in the mouth and shoots his cum in her mouth—it's unbelievable.’ He said that and put it in too.

I was just thinking, “When will he ever finish talking so I can leave?” He took out the last CD and held it up in front of me. “Ma'am, I've specially picked this one out for you,” he said, beckoning me closer. I didn't move; I wondered what he was planning to do. 


He slowly came forward and said, “This one has a real MILF just like you—a video of some little boy getting fucked like crazy,” and as he placed it in the case and handed it to me, he added, “That MILF is your color, your height, just like you…” boobs... ass... everything the same size, ma'am," he said, handing it to me. 

I was stunned. It felt so awkward, like he was talking about me so crudely to my own face. I tried to pull the cover away, but he wouldn't let go; he held on tight. When I looked at him, lust shone in his eyes. I understood the sexual hunger he had for me. 
What's more, he wouldn't stop and asked, “Ma'am, will you get fucked like that aunty?” I felt hot from head to toe. I grabbed the cover and pulled, and he let go. As I fumbled in my bag for the money, he said, “No, ma'am.” 

I looked at him, and he said, “You're a regular customer, and you're my special customer. Please give it next time you come, ma'am.” I'm thinking, “If I can just get away today, that's enough—what's the point of a next time?” “No, no, I'll give it right now. Here,” I said, holding out my hand. 
He grabbed my hand with the money and said, “Madam, what's with giving me money and pushing me away? I don't want cash, Madam. Instead—” he pulled me, and in fear I said, “Instead…?” I asked, “I'm the one offering money, please.” He said, “You're not that type, so that's good. Then show me your ass along with your panties and go.” 

I was shocked. I looked at him pitifully and pleaded, "Please, I'm not that kind of person.. I'll pay you myself, please,“ I pleaded. He said, ”You're not that kind of girl? Good. Then show me your ass along with your panties, or I'll give you porn CDs wherever I see you." 

My head was spinning. First he asked for just my panties, and now he wants to see my ass too. Did I get myself into this by giving in? What should I do now? I was feeling a bit brave, thinking this was the last day of my life. Did he notice? What will I do, God? I thought frantically to myself. 

I looked around the shop for anyone else besides his hand. No one was there. He said, “Mmm, hurry up and take it off, ma'am.” I slowly lifted my sari up to my knees, slipped my hand inside, pulled off my panties, and gave them to him, my hand trembling. 


The guy who bought it put it to his nose and sniffed, “Aaaah, sssss, ma'am, your pussy smells amazing…” “Sssss,” he said, sniffing and licking my panties in front of me, “Sssss mm, if your panties taste this good, imagine your pussy, mmmmm,” then he said, “Mmm, show me your ass too, ma'am.” 


 I hesitated, "That… someone..' I said, and he understood, opened a door behind him, and there was a small room. He went inside and called me in, and I froze in fear. 


He understood and said, “Don't worry, ma'am, I definitely won't fuck you. I just want you to show me your ass, that's all.” I summoned my courage and went inside; my vision blurred, but I steeled myself. 


He said, “Mmm, hurry up and show me your beautiful ass,” so I turned around, lifted my sari, and showed it to him. He said, “Aaaah, ssss, ma'am, in every porn I've seen, no one has a butt like this, ma'am… Aaaah, ssss, what size is it… about a 38, right? Aaaah, ssss, nice round shape… wow,” and just then I heard a slurp-slap kind of sound. 



I turned around to see him admiring my ass and stroking his cock. I immediately turned back; he was masturbating while looking at my ass. A shiver ran through my entire body, and I forgot to pull my sari down.

He used it and said, “Ahh ssss Madam ahh, this round I want to spread your ass cheeks and lick it to my heart's content ahh ssssss ahh. I want to fuck your ass right now and anoint this ass with my cum, Madam ahh ssssss ahh ssssss…” He said that and sprayed his cum, some droplets flying and landing on my ass, and when I came to my senses I quickly pulled down my sari. 

Without looking back, I grabbed the CD, went outside, hailed an auto-rickshaw, and went home. The whole way, my eyes welled up with tears, but I couldn't even cry. I, who was once so dignified, am now standing in some small room, showing my ass to some stranger. 


He sees it and jerks off, getting his pleasure, and I can feel his little cum on my ass. All this is for whom? For my son, but he doesn't care about any of it. He just came straight in, took the envelope, and went to his room.
I couldn't get that incident out of my head completely. Two days later, I got broadband service and told my son, “You don't need to go out for that anymore; you can watch it right here.”  


I felt a little relieved that I wouldn't have to go to places like that anymore. I wouldn't have to show anything to anyone. But I knew that this peace of mind wouldn't last long. 

[Uvaaaa]

Nice plot and I'm waiting for you update what is going to happen

[Paty@123]

Good beginning

[devil_143]

I couldn't completely shake off what happened at that store. Two days later, I bought broadband service and told my son, “You don't need to go out and buy it anymore—just watch it right here.” 


From now on, I don't have to go to places like that anymore. I felt a bit of relief that I didn't have to show anything to anyone. But I later realized that that relief would only last a short time. 


After I gave him an internet connection, he never came out cleanly. He was always in his room watching porn. His condition kept me from sleeping. No matter how many times I asked, he wouldn't even come out to eat. 


Day by day, I was at a loss, not knowing what to do about his condition. One day, when my younger brother came from the village, I forced my son to come out for that day only. While he ate with us, he didn't say a single word. As soon as he finished eating, he immediately went back to his room. 



When my younger brother asked me, I hid the fact that he was watching porn and, crying, told him all my other worries. Seeing how worried I was, my brother took my son outside and gave him an hour-long lecture. My son, who listened patiently, then went back into the room without saying a word. 


My brother, fed up, went off to town, and I, resigned to my fate, washed everything and went into the bathroom to do the laundry. Just then my son burst in, glared at me, and angrily asked, “What are you telling my brother about me to embarrass me?” 



I remembered what the doctor had told me then: ‘Under no circumstances should you provoke him.’ And here he was, glaring at me right in front of my ex. Not knowing how to handle him, I stammered, 'I...I didn't...say...anything...' 

“You didn't say anything, so he just went and talked to me like that… you're the one who kept complaining… what am I supposed to do with you…” he said angrily, then scooped up the water from the bucket and poured it over me. In that rush, my sari slipped down and I was soaked to the skin. 

Since I was at home, I wasn't wearing a bra, so my nipples were poking through my jacket, soaked in water. I didn't notice it at first; I was just thinking about what to do to calm my son down. 


My son didn't notice it either; in his anger he said, “If raising you was that hard, maybe you should just go,” and then he poured half of the water from another bucket over me—only then did his gaze fall on my chest. 


This time my white jacket was completely soaked, revealing my breasts. I felt my son's angry gaze slowly soften, and that's when I realized he was looking at my breasts. 

As soon as I felt like my son was looking at my breast, my hand instinctively went to pull up my sari, but I stopped myself because he would get angry again. That could have endangered his life. I just stood there. 

The moment I thought my son was looking at my breast, my hand instinctively went to pull up my sari, but if I did that, he would get angry again. That could endanger his life. I just stood there. 

My son staring at my breast like that made my whole body tingle; I felt like just crumpling up and sitting right there. Up until now, I had endured the lewd words of some man and even shown my ass to him, all for my son's sake, and this was for him too. I just stood there. 



My son, still staring at my breasts, slowly poured the rest of the water over me. Watching it run down my body made me even more embarrassed, and his anger seemed to subside. He said, “Don't do this again,” and rushed to his room. I stood there, motionless, for a few moments. 


What a thing to do. Would any mother stand there showing her breasts to her son? I stood there for my son, for his well-being. I didn't know any other way out that day. 

Days passed, and there was no change in my son's condition. I couldn't focus properly on my work either. A week later, by chance, I noticed the door to his room was ajar. I quietly peeked inside. 



My son wasn't there; he might have gone to the bathroom. Fine, at that moment I saw a plate on the table where he'd finished eating, so I quietly went in and picked it up. As I did, my hand brushed the mouse cable and it moved. 

As soon as the mouse moved, the computer screen suddenly turned on, and I was startled. Then, calming myself down, I picked up the plate and looked at the screen. It looked like some kind of bathroom. Thinking it was some kind of porn, I turned away, but then suddenly something hit me. I stared at the screen and realized it was my own bathroom—the very one I shower in every day. 


When I was showering, I saw my own bangles that I had hung on the wall, and my clothes from yesterday sitting in the corner... I didn't stay there any longer; I moved away immediately. 


Has my son been secretly watching me and his mom shower, making porn videos of us all this time without my knowledge? How could he have the heart to do something like this? Maybe I should have covered my breasts when he came into my bathroom to pour water that day. 


It's over, it's all over. What do I do now? What if I just don't go there? If I do that, my son will know I found out. I can't even imagine what he'll do then. 


Starting with little porn clips and now watching his mother bathe as if it were a porn movie… tears welled up in my eyes, and I wiped them away. By now he must be sitting in front of his computer; it's time for me to bathe… what am I to do… 


I went straight to the bathroom, staring at the floor… I thought, what if he comes back? I took a deep breath and slowly removed my sari. Now I was standing in my jacket and petticoat. 

My son must be watching all this; it felt like I was doing it right in front of him. Next was my jacket… but my hands wouldn't lift. I forced my arm up and undid the first button. My breathless breasts got a little air. 


I undid the next clasp, and half of my breast was exposed. My son must be watching… thinking of that, his… I gasped again as I undid the last clasp and my entire breast sagged. I felt like I was standing naked right then. 


Tears welled up in my eyes, and without looking up, I took off my jacket. Half-naked, with my breasts hanging, I stood there showing them to my son through the camera. I tried to calm myself, thinking I could just take off my skirt next, pour some water, and get out of there quickly. 



The skirt's tie came undone and it slipped right off, leaving me standing there completely exposed. As tears welled up, I suddenly poured the cold water over my head, my tears mixing with the water... but would my son understand any of this? That I'm doing it all for him. 

Would he get angry if he found out? Would he stop everything? Or, I wondered, seeing my naked body, would he do the very thing I feared he might be doing? Just then, the door opened and my son walked in. 


I stood there naked, looking at him pitifully, and he took my hand, pulled me, and stood me under the camera he had in his bathroom. “Stand like this and shower... turn around every now and then... and when you lather up with soap,” he said, pointing up at the camera, “do it while watching this...” Turn around, show your ass to the camera, and lather up," he said, and then he left. 79 


I couldn't process what had just happened. Had my son just told me how to pose for his camera? Did he tell me to show my body, even knowing I was aware of the camera… 80 

I stood there motionless for a moment, and the next, I stood in front of the camera my son had set up, showing him my body as I bathed. I took the soap and, just as he told me, soaped myself, showing everything—my breasts, my pussy, my ass—to the camera. 

You can think whatever you want of me for doing this, but for my son, for his life, if I show my body and he masturbates watching it, then in the end I have to show it, right? 


As I finished showering and was changing into other clothes, my son came back again and said, “Superma, take the same shower like this every day.” It was the first time he had spoken to me, and then he left. At that moment, I felt a new confidence that my son would definitely get better. 


With that hope, I started showing my butt to my son in the bathroom every day. In the belief that he would surely
 get better...  

But what did he do... I'll tell you in the next part...

To be continued... 

[Jeshwanth]

Very nice writing, it has originality, please continue. Waiting for next update.

[Jeshwanth]

waiting for the new update.

[Subani.mohamad]

Excellent....waiting for more updates

[devil_143]

While I was in the bathroom showering, my mind kept asking me the same question over and over: Is this right? Even though I know my son is watching through the camera, isn't it wrong for me to shower like this, exposing my naked body to him? 

But I kept repeating to myself the same answer I always give myself: “This is for his own good; if he really wants to be okay, he has to do this,” I told myself as I stood properly in front of the camera and caressed my breast. 

As I was thinking about this and rubbing my pussy, my son suddenly walked in and said, “You've been rubbing your pussy for a long time; turn around and show me your ass,” and then he left. I did as he said, turned around, and rubbed my ass in front of the camera.


As I was thinking about this and rubbing my breasts, my son suddenly came in and said, “You've been rubbing your breasts for a long time—turn around and show me your ass,” then walked off. I did as he said, turned around, and rubbed my ass for the camera. 


Finally, after finishing my shower, just as I was about to leave for the office, my son came up to me and said, “I want a digital camera, go buy one,” and went back inside. Thinking I could just buy one and give it to him, I inquired, only to find out how exorbitant the price was.

I realized I would have to pay a whole month's salary for it, and I was at a loss for what to do. I was also worried about what my son would do if I went without buying the camera. Just then, the peon at the office saw me walking in with a sad face and asked what was wrong. I told him about the camera. 

He said he knew of some shops where you could get old cameras at low prices, so that evening I went to those shops. In two of them they wouldn't give me the price I'd asked, and they wouldn't lower it either. So I went to the last shop and asked, and he quoted me a slightly lower price. But even that was more than I had, so I haggled with him and tried to get it at half price. 

He said he couldn't do that much. I tried, and just as I was thinking, “This isn't going to work; let's head out,” a voice came from behind me: “Hey, you bastard, what are you doing haggling with the lady like this?”  


As soon as that voice spoke, I didn't turn around; instead, I froze, because I knew that voice. Wasn't that the voice of the guy whose shop I'd gone to, the one I'd lifted my sari in front of to show off my ass? How could I ever forget? Yes, it was him, that young man from the lingerie shop... but how did he get here? 

As I was thinking, the guy standing right behind me said, “Dude, man, you can't haggle with a lady like that… you have to give her the price she's asking.” The vendor asked, “What, man, are you kidding? You want me to sell this camera for half price? Are you crazy?”
The guy standing behind me immediately said, “Pssst, hold on, buddy. We can take half the money up front and settle the rest however the madam wants.” The vendor looked at him in confusion, and he turned back to me and said, “What's up, madam? You haven't been by the shop lately. I had some top-quality pictures taken just for you…” and then whispered softly so only I could hear, “Madam, your ass I saw that day is still right in front of my eyes.” 

The moment he said that, goosebumps ran all over me. For a second I thought about running away, but the next moment my son came to mind and I just stood there, motionless. 

By then the vendor said, “Oh, so this is the woman you mentioned the other day… You shouldn't have held back, man—she's really something…” Tears welled up in my eyes. I held them back as best I could. He then asked me, “Tell me, ma'am, how are you going to pay the rest of the price for the camera?” 


My throat was dry, no words came, my clenched hands went numb.. I stammered, "I.. don't want to.. I'll... change...' I choked out the words. He cut me off. 'What, Madam? Is this like a porn movie to you? Just your ass isn't enough, Madam... Hmm, let's do something else. Take it all off.' 


My ears burned at that word, and I looked at him with terrified eyes. He continued, ‘Take everything off and stand naked. Me and my friend will watch your naked beauty and cum all over you,’ and I shook my head, saying I couldn't. 
Immediately he said, “Then you don't have to fuck. But instead, you have to suck our cocks.” I was shattered. This young man looking at me was telling me to suck. What kind of person am I? Even my husband has never asked for anything like this. And here today, this guy... he's telling me to suck his cock. 

“Please don't say things like that… I… I can't do all that…” I said. He replied, “Decide which of the two is best and tell us yourself, ma'am. We can even give you a lower camera count.” I stood silently, and he continued, “Are you going to take it off?” I lowered my head. 

Immediately he said, “Dude, pull that door shut… come on, Madam, let's go inside.” Bowing my head, I stepped into the small room inside the shop. As soon as I stood there, both of them pulled out their cocks and said, “Mmm, hurry up and take them off, Madam.” I kept my head bowed and, without looking up, removed each piece of clothing, becoming naked before two unknown young men. 




As each garment fell to the floor, the two of them moaned, "Aahh sss ooh Madam… mmm how did you manage to contain these breasts in a bra… Ah, how big... Mmm, take off that skirt too... Ahhh, that red panty is awesome, ma'am... Ahaha... Take that panty off and give it to me, ma'am, I'll keep it safe," they said, stroking their cocks. 

I stood completely naked before them, and it felt like my skin was being peeled off and my whole body was on fire. The two of them came and stood beside me, “Ssss ahh, Madam, what beauty, Madam…” Mmm, you're a sex goddess, ma'am… what breasts… what pussy… ah, what an ass… ah, I still can't believe a hot, shapely woman is standing naked in front of us…" they said, beating me. 


Both of them stood in front of me and behind me, close by, describing me and stroking their cocks. My mind was screaming, “Just a little more time, grab the camera and run without looking back... I have to do this for my son.” I kept thinking that. 

No matter how much I told myself, my body couldn't accept standing naked like this in front of strangers; my whole body was tingling. But the two of them weren't done. ‘Mmm ahh ssss Madam... take the camera for free, will you just spread your pussy for us, bitch? Ssss ahh look at my dick, see how hard it's gotten for your beauty,’ they said as they hit me. 
One of them said, “Ma'am, I'm really craving it—let me feel your big ass…” “Ssss ahh,” one of them moaned, and another said, “Ahh ssss, I don't want your ass; just give me a little milk from those ripe tits, ssss.” I pleaded, “Please, don't talk like that…” 

I feel weird. Please, you're probably my mom's age… Please hurry up and finish what you're doing and let me go, sir," I pleaded. 

As soon as I said that, they both paused for a moment, looked at me, and said, "Yes, ma'am, you're exactly our mom's age… 

“And seeing your big ass, ma'am, it really reminds me of my mom,” one young man said, and the other said, “Yeah, dude, my mom's the same way—she's got tits just like that, and she's got a nice, plump butt too,” as they started stroking their cocks again. I was shaken. 

I couldn't say another word after that. But the other two were saying, “Ahh Madam, ssssss, don't you get itchy looking at our cocks? Ahh ssss Madam, ahh, isn't your pussy dripping? Ahh ssss, ahh, come on, bend over and show us your cunt! Ahhhhh, like I fucked my mom, I'll fuck you too, ahh ssssss, you cunt!” one of them shouted. 

Another guy said, “Ahhh ssss, come here, whorey madam, just like I tore my mom's pussy apart, I'll tear yours apart too… Ahhh ssssss, ahhh, I'm going to shoot my cum in your mouth,” and then continued, “Do you have a kid, bitch? Haven't I fucked you yet?” Ahh ssss,“ he said, ”if there was another guy here asking for it, you fucking slut would've jumped on him and fucked him without a second thought." They laughed. 

I stood there, enduring their disgusting talk, without saying a word. What else could I do? How could they possibly know my situation? Finally, both of them came, and as I tried to move, they yelled, “Where the fuck are you going?” and shot their cum all over my ass. 

I glared at them in disgust as they both picked up my bra and panties and said, “That's for the rest of the money, ma'am.” I wiped away the mess, got dressed, and came home with the camera.

When I gave the camera to my son, the smile on his face made me realize that this was all worth it. After giving him the camera, I went into the bathroom to wash up and mentally get over the humiliation they had put me through.

But there my son was standing with the camera I had bought, and I stood there confused, not knowing what was going on. 

[Jeshwanth]

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[devil_143]

I glared at them with disgust as they both picked up my bra and panties and said, “This is for the change, ma'am.” I wiped away the humiliation, got dressed, and came home with the camera.  

The look of joy on my son's face when I gave him the camera was worth all the humiliation I had endured, I thought to myself. After giving him the camera, I went into the bathroom to shower, trying to wash away the mental anguish from their humiliating actions. 

But there was my son standing with the camera I had bought, and I stood there, confused, not understanding what was happening. He checked the camera and said, “Hmm, hurry up.” Confused, I slowly stepped inside and looked at him questioningly. He looked back at me and said, “Hmm, hurry up and get undressed...” 

It felt like a ton of bricks hitting me. Was this why he asked for the camera? Did my son want to film me bathing naked? Was this why I had bared my body in front of just anyone? 

My son, impatiently saying “pssh, I'm telling you to hurry up and take it off and come shower,” I slowly turned to untie my sari, but he said, “pssh, look at me and take it off like this.” What could I do? I did as he said. 

I stood completely naked in front of my son as he stood there with a camera. 

Even before, when I stood in front of those two in that shop, I felt disgusted, but how can I describe the feeling of standing like this in front of my own son? I couldn't even cry in front of him, or scold and chase him away. 


My son photographed every part of my body with that camera. “Mmm, now go take a shower…” he said, and like a doll controlled by a key, I moved on my own and started bathing. While I was soaping up, he said, “How long are you going to just wash your hands? Scrub your breasts good and squeeze them too.” 


I felt like I was about to faint right then. I couldn't come right then, I thought. What could I do? I showed him my breasts and soaped them up, rubbing them well. My son, without any hesitation, said, “Mmm, that's great. Now, just like that, lather it on your stomach and then go down and put it on your pussy.” 

My hand trembling, I lathered up with soap and reached down to my pussy. My son moved his camera in close and filmed it for a little while. Then he said, “Mmm, good, pussy's enough now. Turn around and work your way up from your thighs to your ass.” 


As soon as I turned around, the tears I had been holding back started to flow on their own, As I was soaping my ass, my son said, “Ah, that's it, lift it up a little more.” I lifted my ass, thinking to myself how he was treating his own mother like the women in the porn movies he watched. 


As soon as I finished my shower and he left, I just sat on the floor. I must have been there for over an hour, feeling like half my body had melted away. I mustered all my strength and finally got up to go to my room. 

When I got to my room and saw my son was there again, I undid my towel and stood naked in front of him. My son, still with no expression on his face, said, “Stay right there. Come lie down on the bed.” 

I floated to the bed, as if pushed by an invisible force, and lay down naked. After taking a picture of my entire body, he said, “Spread your legs and show me your pussy.” I spread them, and my son took a picture of my pussy. 

"Mom, squeeze both your breasts with both hands and look at the camera," he said, then climbed onto the bed and held up my old camera in front of me. I too gently squeezed my breasts and looked at him. 


My son said, "Mmm, squeeze it well, grab it and knead it." Wondering when he'd ever finish all this, I grabbed both my breasts and squeezed and pinched them just as he'd said. Then he said, "Mmm, that's it—just like that, put your nipple in your mouth and suck it," and I looked at him pitifully as I tried to bring it to my lips. 


Because my breasts are large, my nipple reached my lips. I tilted it up a little and did just as my son said. Do people really do things like this? I'm sucking my own breast... When will my son ever get some sense? I kept sucking, lost in thought. 136 


'Mmm, enough sucking, pinch your nipple with one hand and put the other hand on your pussy,' he said. So I did, but then he said something else and I broke down, 'Mmm, you innocent little slut… are you going to stick your finger inside your pussy and play with it…' Fuck yourself with your finger and look at the camera, biting your lip nicely," he said. 

I stopped everything and looked at my son, begging, but he just glared. That was it; my finger slid right into my pussy. Just as he said, I bit my lip, squeezing my breast and looking at my son with my finger inside me. 

I couldn't look at my son's face for a long time. Would any mother ever finger herself in front of her son like that? I closed my eyes. 

It's been a year since my husband died… and a year since I've felt any pleasure… My mind had never gone there before… Why, even when I stood naked in front of those two despicable young men, I felt nothing… But then, in that state, without realizing it, my finger slowly explored the depths of my pussy. 

My hand massaged my breasts alternately. My lips began to moan without my realizing it. Waves of pleasure surged within me, flowing from my pussy, and I gasped for breath. I opened my eyes to see my son getting out of bed and walking away. I closed my eyes again.

The next day, I left the house before my son woke up and went to work. My mind was full of yesterday's memories. Even though my son had told me to do this and that, I shouldn't have hesitated at all. 

Damn, what must my son be thinking of me... He already treats me like dirt. I'm so worried about what else he might do that I didn't even hear anyone calling me. 

I was so deep in thought that I didn't even hear someone calling me loudly. When I finally looked up, I saw Penn standing in front of me asking, "Ma'am, what happened?" I said, "Nothing." Then he asked, "Ma'am, did you get the camera?" I replied that I had, thanked him, and went back to my work. 

I was hesitant to go home again after work. I was afraid to go to my house. As soon as I entered, I rushed to my room, and my son wasn't there. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. 

Just as I was about to collapse onto the bed in relief, I noticed a bag on it. Next to it was a scrap of paper with something written on it: "Only put on what's in the bag—no underwear or bra." It seemed my son had decided to cast me as the heroine of the porn movie he was about to watch. 

There was only one piece of clothing in the bag. I pulled it out and saw it was an apron I only wear when I'm cooking. My son is telling me to wear just that.
I undressed completely and put it on, but it didn't even fully cover my breasts. With no other choice, I walked through the hall, and my son stood there holding a camera. He looked at me and said, "Go to the kitchen and make the food." 

He followed me, camera in hand, as I went. "Walk nicely, wiggling your ass," he said, and I did just that. Since it was only an apron, there was nothing else to cover my backside. As I started cooking, my son filmed everything I did. 

After putting everything on the stove, I looked at him and my son said, "Hmm, lift your clothes and show me your pussy." So I showed it to him. "Hmm, that's great… now rub your pussy and show me," he said, so I rubbed my pussy and showed it to him. 


"Mmm, that's right, keep fingering yourself while you cook… every now and then turn around and show me your ass," he said, and I finished cooking while fingering my pussy. Just when I thought he'd let me eat, he said, "There's a carrot next to you—pick it up and stick it in your pussy." 

My jaw trembled again with fear. "Karthi, it's coming… Mom…" I said, but he snapped, "Psh, we can talk later. First pick it up and shove it into your pussy." My hands shaking, I slowly lifted it and gently slid it into my pussy, moaning softly in pain. 

My son kept saying, "What the hell are you doing? Stop that, turn it around, and think about it—stick it in and pull it out," so I immediately slid the carrot into my pussy and started thrusting it in and out. Each time the carrot went in and out of my pussy, my moaning grew louder and louder. 

My son said, "That's it, fuck me hard, fuck me hard… squeeze my tits, you cunt," and I did exactly as he told me. After a while my legs started trembling, and as I knelt there inserting and pulling out a carrot from my pussy, I moaned loudly and
 came, and my son placed the camera in front of my face and recorded it. 

[devil_143]

"Mmm mmm… sss mmm ooh… ah… sssss ha… haaang…" My nightie had been pulled up to my thighs, my finger was probing my cunt, and I lay on the bed, slowly moaning with my eyes closed. 

My son wasn't near me, yet he was the very reason I was doing it. He had made me suffer for his sake, reminding me of pleasures I had forgotten and forsaken. 

Because of what he did, I was now alone, pleasuring myself by fingering my cunt. It's been three days since he got hold of a camera, and during those three days he's not only made me pose in all sorts of ways and take pictures, but he's also made me do whatever he wanted. 

I was made to do the housework naked, made to lie on my back for him, had carrots, cucumbers, and sometimes a pen shoved into my cunt, and was often made to wiggle my arse, I forgot I was his mother and, fearing his anger, did everything to humiliate myself like a porn star. 

Lately, he has even started talking to me in a very vulgar way, quite casually. No matter how humiliatingly he treats me, I have hope that he will change his mind and we will go back to the way we were, at least because of what I am doing. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't pray to God for that.

The next morning, as usual, as soon as the bathroom shoot was over, I headed off to the office. It's only when I'm at work that I can be a little more at ease, free from thoughts of my son and what he might do next. 

But over the past three days, I had been somewhat unsettled by my son's behaviour. I hadn't been able to concentrate properly on my work. Determined to finish off the backlog of work today, I was engrossed in my tasks when the peon suddenly called me. 'Madam… Madam…' I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. He said, somewhat flustered, 'Madam, the boss wants you to come to his office urgently.' 

This is the only place where we can be a little at ease; I was anxious that even that would now be disturbed, so I hurried into the manager's office. The manager wasn't there. I stood for a moment, stunned, and looked around the office, but there was no one. 

Then, something I hadn't expected happened. Suddenly, someone came up from behind and held me, pinching my breasts through my jacket. For a moment, I couldn't make sense of it; my legs wouldn't move and I couldn't utter a word. It was my office peon, standing behind me. 

What nerve he had—in broad daylight, in the manager's office, with him away, a peon was groping my breasts. I was about to start berating him when he spoke. 'Oi, don't start acting all holier-than-thou and giving me the third degree. I know all about your filthy ways, Madam,' he said, squeezing my breast even harder. 

As I opened my mouth again to ask what the hell this dog knew about my behaviour, he said, 'You're the one who lifted your arse for a porn CD, you bitch. The lads said they know how you got that camera…' Mmm, you were really shaking it, weren't you… mmm," he said, gently licking the nape of my neck with his tongue, and a shiver ran the length of my spine. 

God, what a huge mistake I've made. It was because of him that I went to those shops and asked about the camera. In the end, that lad with the pirated CD, that shopkeeper, and him—are they all in on it? I've just walked straight into a trap like this... Not only have I gone everywhere and shown my body to just anyone for my son, but now this peon, who has always treated me with respect, has in a single day started treating me like a prostitute, talking to me so filthily and touching me like this... Ugh. 

With all this racing through my mind, I couldn't bring myself to say a word to him. I didn't even know why I was still breathing. I was trapped by him, and I had no idea how to break free. 

He said again, 'Mmm, now I get it, you little minx, how you're so curvy... I can't stay here for long. What are you doing? In a bit, come a little way behind our office; there's a derelict building there.' And with that, he left without even waiting for my reply. 


I could breathe again the moment he left me. What am I to do now? Should I run away from here? I don't want this job, I don't want anything... I could run away... But if I did... how would I cope with my son, with no job and no money? I couldn't fathom when or how he would change next. My God, what am I to do now? 


Ten minutes later, I checked to see if anyone was watching at the back of the office and slowly made my way to the spot he had indicated, where the peon was standing. 'Come on, Madam… is this spot nice and secluded and comfortable? Now then, hurry up and lift your sari to show me your beautiful cunt,' he said. 
I mustered up my courage and said to him, 'Look, I'm not like that… over there… that shop… I'm not that sort of person… please understand.' I said it, half-swallowing my words, but he acted as if he hadn't heard any of it. 'What are you babbling on about, madam…' Show it quickly, Madam, before the others come looking for you," he said. 

I was on the verge of tears, and when he said again, "Show me your cunt," I grabbed my sari and slowly lifted it up. Little by little I lifted my sari, exposing my cunt to my office peon. He said, "Fuck, mm, what a lovely shape you've got… is it with that fat you show it off to everyone, one by one?" 


A single tear fell as I stood there, holding up my sari and showing him my cunt, without saying a word. He said again, "Mmm, just turn around and show me your big arse, madam." So I turned around and showed him my arse. 


He moaned, 'Fuck, what a fat arse you've got... You wiggle this to get every bloke hard... Sss... Mmm ssss aah, you whore cunt... Aah ssss.' I turned to look at him, and he was wanking while staring at me.

He called out, "Madam, that's enough of the ass show, turn around and come here," and I, terrified, slowly moved towards him. He was stroking his cock with one hand and, with his other, touched my cunt, and the remaining tears streamed down my face of their own accord. 

'Mmm, sss, Madam, your pussy is so smooth, even without a husband you seem to keep it well maintained…' Mmm sss ahh," he said, stroking my cunt. He then slid his hand down my back and cupped my arse. "Ah ssss ah, your arse is so soft, like cotton wool, mmm sss ah. I bet you take a good arse-fucking, eh?" he said

My heart was pounding, I kept praying that no one would come down this side, and on top of that, he was being rude and talking down to me. 

He again said, 'Mmm, nice big tits, cunt. Mmm, ah, sss, ah, you fucking bitch, ah, fuck, ahhh, look at my cock, see how it's throbbing for you,' and he shook it faster, then further 'What are you saying, you cunt? Your husband's not here, is he? I'm going to fill this horny cunt of yours with my cum,' he said, and as he shot his load, his cum trickled down my thigh. 



When I got home from work and opened the door, I felt exhausted, both in body and mind. My son was standing in the hall with a camera. As I was about to go to my room, he stopped me and said, 'Undress right here.' 

I sighed deeply and stripped right there in front of him, standing naked. He said, "Good, keep fingering your cunt and come and sit on the sofa," then held the camera in front of me. I kept touching my cunt as I walked over and sat down. 

My son casually said, "Mum, stick a finger in your cunt and put it in your mouth and suck it." So I did just that and tasted my own cunt. He then said, "Very good. Now spread your legs wide and keep rubbing your cunt… it's itching…" Come on... tell me to come and fuck you,' he said, and I froze, terrified. 


As soon as I fell silent, my son said, "Can't you do as you're told, you cunt?" and came over to me, grabbed my legs and spread them, took my hand and placed it on my cunt. "Now say it properly, just like I told you…" pussy' and then stood in front of me again to film. With a slight tremor, I said, 'Come on… my pussy's itching… come and fuck me.' 

My son said, 'Mum, that's brilliant. Keep fingering yourself... sexily, tell me how much your pussy itches, tell me to put my cock inside you... and then, mm, yeah, my nipple is hard for you, come and bite it, say it sexily.' And then he started filming. 

What else could I do? 'Ahhh, ooh, ah, you bastard, look how itchy my cunt is, ahhh, ooh, come and shove your cock inside and fuck me, ahhh, ooh, mmm, haa... Look how my nipple is standing up for you, ahhh, come and bite it, ahhh, ooh,' I said. 

My son said, "Oh, super, now turn around and show me your arse, and don't stop fingering yourself." So I stood there, showing him my arse and continuing to finger myself. 'Ahhh sssss ahhh come on, my cunt is aching, ahhh come and mount me and fuck me, ahhh ssss ahhh take it, ahhh pull my pussy juices out, ahhh ssss ahhh ahhh ahhh' I screamed as I headed towards my climax. 

I slumped onto the sofa and my son happily said, 'Very good, Mum, you did brilliantly,' before walking away. It was all for that happiness, wasn't
 it? I picked up my clothes and went to my room. 

To be continued… 

[devil_143]

"No, please, listen to what I'm saying for a moment," I pleaded. "Madam, no more of this pleading, please. Just hear what I have to say for a little while, and then you're free to go back to your work," said the peon. 

I was pleading with him, holding my jacket in my hands, my breasts hanging partially hidden by my bra. "I'm not that kind of girl, please... my situation is different... God, how can I make you understand? Please," I begged him, on the verge of tears. 

He, without batting an eye, said, "Madam, you're a good family woman. I'm not saying you're not. But I like good family women like you to act like whores. So, Madam, take off your bra too." 


What more could I say? Could I tell him about my son's condition? Could I tell him that I came to buy porn for his sake? Or could I tell him that I got caught by the shopkeeper at the porn shop and ended up showing him my ass? 


Can I say that my son's madness went so far as to photograph me naked, that I bought the camera for that very reason? Can I say that I showed my naked body to just anyone for that camera? Can I say that because of that situation, today this peon under me, in this broken old building behind my office, is asking to see me naked? You tell me. 
Can I tell you how my son's madness went so far as to photograph me naked? Can I tell you that I bought the camera for that very reason? Can I say that I showed my naked body to just anyone for that camera? Because of that situation, can I say that today, in this broken-down old building behind my office, this peon under me is asking to see me naked? You tell me.


As I struggled to say any of this, this worthless peon said, 'Quick, strip, you bitch! I'm busy, you know.' 'Like you've never shown it to anyone before, you slut. Get that fucking pussy off!' I cursed my fate and stripped naked for him. 

"Sssshhh, fuck, what a body you have, ma'am. Ah, nice and plump and fat. Sssss, are all the good family cunts like this, you whores? Ssssss," he said, coming closer to me. My body trembled, and a chill ran through me. 


The peon said, "What, you're shaking just from me touching your tits? Oh, you holy-shit cunt. What are you trying to tell me? With a pussy this big and tits this big, any guy would grab and squeeze them—you fucking cunt." And with that, he grabbed my tits and squeezed them. 


'Fuck, what an ass,' he said, giving it a light smack. When it jiggled, he said, 'Looks like you've stored all your fat right here. Mmm, sss, what a jiggle.' He smacked it again. I immediately slapped his hand away, but he just laughed, pulled me close, and grabbed my ass, and I writhed like a worm. 


'Ah, you whore cunt, ahh, sss, ahh, sss, mmm, you want to see my dick, bitch? See how big it got from you… You want to see it, you whore?' he asked. I sobbed, 'P…please… enough… I'm leaving.' 


He said, "What's the hurry, bitch? Come on, look at my cock, slut," and pulled his dick out of his pants—it was hard and huge. He continued, "Look, you whore… "Ssss, is my cock bigger than your dead husband's?" he said, and I started crying. 

As I cried, I looked at him, begging, and he took my hand and forced it to grab his dick. I stood there crying and holding his dick, and he rubbed my pussy and said, "Aah, ssssh, shake it, bitch... Aah, ssssh, shake it," but I just stood there motionless. 


He immediately said, "Won't you shake it? Mmm, it's your pussy's fat that's making you not want to," and as he pushed his finger into my pussy, an electric current ran through my body and my hand automatically started stroking his cock. I cried out in my mind, "God, why have you made me like this? Why do I get turned on by every man's cock? What am I going to do with this filth?" 


He said, "Aahh ssss aahh, that's it, my whore madam aahh, shake it aahh ssss aahh mmm aahh ssss aahh madam aahh ssss mmm, your pussy is amazing, baby.." "Aaaaaah, sssss, shake it, aaaah, that's it, my whore madam, aaaah, fuck, sssss, aaaah, mmm, aaaah, ssssss, aaaah, madam, aaaaaah, ssssss, mmm, your pussy is amazing…" He continued, "Aaaaaah, ssssss, madam, aaaah, your hand is like this, aaaah, fuck, if I lay you down and ram my dick into your pussy, aaaaaah," and as he kept saying "Aaaaaah, ssssss, shake it, aaaah," he shoved his finger into my pussy and I cried while stroking his cock.  


He continued, "Aaaah sssss Madam aaaah, your hand feels so good aaaah. Fucking hell, if I lay you down and shove it into your pussy aaaahhhhhh aaaah aaaah," and he came all over my hand. 

As soon as he finished cumming, I trembled away from him, pulling out of his penis. "Aah, aah, you're so intoxicating, Madam... Alright, I'll head out. You get dressed and come," he said, and I picked up my clothes with trembling hands and put them on.  


After putting up with the peon's antics at the office and coming home, I felt completely exhausted and my heart felt heavy when I saw my son in the living room. Then, without paying him any mind, I was about to go to my room when my son said, "Mom, come here."
My mind and body were already exhausted, so I said, "No, sweetie... later," and collapsed onto my bed. As I closed my eyes, thinking about my sorrow, sleep came rushing over me. After a little while, something kept me from sleeping, so I opened my eyes to see my son standing before me, furious. 


 I stared at him, and he said angrily, "You're getting too fat, you bitch. Hmm." My exhaustion slowly faded, and fear spread through my entire body. "Sweetheart… it's me… I'm just tired… that's all…" I said, but he yanked my sari off in one swift motion and threw it, and I tumbled off the bed onto my stomach. 

Before I could even process what was happening, I was on the floor as my son, still seething with rage, yelled, "I called you, won't you come, you stupid cunt?" and, cursing me, he quickly yanked off my skirt. I lay there in my panties on the floor. I was at a loss, not knowing how to calm him down. "Honey.. Listen to your mom... honey,' I stammered. 

My son, still not having calmed down from his rage, said, 'What the fuck, listen you cunt... Are you gonna show me that ass or not? You fat-assed whore,' and with that, he ripped my panties off and threw them aside. 


I panicked, "No, it's not like that, darling... I'm just tired... Sweetheart, listen to what Mom is saying.." I was saying, when he slapped my ass hard. I didn't expect it and screamed "Aaaaaah." He continued, "Fuck, you arrogant bitch with that big ass, huh?" and slapped my ass again. 

He then grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he stood up. As soon as I was on my feet, he ripped my jacket and bra off at the same swift motion and threw them aside. I knew that anything I said at that point would only make him angrier, so I stood there, remaining silent and not breaking his hold. 

He grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled, while squeezing my breast with the other. 'You're going to show your big tits to anyone who comes along, so why won't you show them to me when I ask? Tell me, bitch,' he said, pulling my nipple. I cried out in pain, 'Aaaah, no, I won't show you.' 


"What are you going to show me, huh, bitch?" he said, slapping my breast. I cried out, "Aaaaaah, I'll show you my breasts." He immediately grabbed my hair and dragged me into the living room. 


In the hall, still gripping my hair, he looked at me and said, "Your whole body is just flab everywhere. I'll teach you a lesson… only then will you learn your place." He pressed my head down and said, "Get on your knees, bitch," and I knelt.  

My son held my hair tight, looked at my face, and asked, "Whore cunt, will you come when I call you from now on?" as he pinched my cheek. I replied, "Mmm." He immediately said, "Ah, show me, bitch… I'll start with your mouth." I looked at him and opened my mouth, and my son took his dick out and put it in my mouth. 


I looked at him pitifully. "What the fuck are you looking at, slut? Suck it, bitch," he said. I sucked my son's cock. It was the first time I had ever sucked a man's cock. What was I doing? The cock of the son I gave birth to was in my mouth. Oh God... 

Even though I thought this for a moment, the next moment I saw my son's angry look and started sucking his cock well. My son, meanwhile, grabbed my head and shook it while screaming, "Aaaah, ssssuck it, aaah, cunt, aaaah, ssssss, mmm, suck it, whore, aaaah, ssss, bitch, aaaah!" 

Little by little, his grip and speed increased, and his cock pounded my mouth. Unable to handle my son's pace, I gaped, and he thrust deep, hitting my throat. My mouth watered as I looked up at my son, and he fucked my mouth.  

After a little while, when he pulled his dick out, I coughed. He grabbed my head and straightened me back up, and saying, "Just looking at your face makes me so fucking angry, you whore," my son slapped my cheek with his dick. I was overcome with an indescribable sorrow.

He said, "What, you trying to act all sad, huh? Ssss, you fucking whore, aaahhh," and as he rubbed his dick on my face, my son came all over it, covering my entire face with his cum. "Stay just like that so you'll look bearable to watch," he said and walked away. 

 I knelt there, my son's cum still dripping down my face, and he came back with a camera and started filming me. 

[devil_143]

Yesterday, in a single day, I ended up getting the cum of the peon who works under me in my hand and my own son's in my face. How much more depraved can I get? After being raised so well, after growing up the way I did, I'm being humiliated and suffering like this today... Is there no way out of this? 


This is what ran through my mind over and over all night. From now on, I have to do whatever my son says. If I ignore him... oh God... I can't bear his anger and his actions. And his penis, my son's penis in my mouth... it still makes me sick to think about it. 


After I got out of bed, showered, and finished cooking for both of us, I went to him as soon as he called me. When he saw me, he said, "Mom, why are you still wearing clothes? Take them off," and without hesitation, I stripped naked.  

As soon as my son said, "Should I tell you everything? Hmm, start," I sat on the couch, spread my legs, and showed him my pussy while fingering myself, and he took pictures of it. My son said, "Don't just finger yourself; keep talking dirty." 


I immediately said, "Ssss ahh my pussy is itching, baby... Ahh ssss ahh come on... Come and put your dick in my pussy, ahh... Ahh ssss it's itching so much, baby... Ahh ssss come and put it in and move it..." "Aahh ssss, come on, aahh, bite and suck my tits, aahh sssss, lie me down and fuck me to your heart's content, aahh aahh… sssss," I moaned as he filmed it. 


My son said, "Mmm, now take your finger out of your pussy and put it in your mouth and suck it. Then tell me to put my dick in your mouth." Without hesitation, I took my finger out of my pussy, put it in my mouth, and sucked it. Then I said, "Mmm, come here and put your dick in my mouth, mmm." 



My son then said, "Psh, say it sexier… 'I'll suck it,' 'I'll slurp it,' like you did yesterday." He reminded me of what happened the other day, and for a moment I thought about it and my heart pounded. 


Still, as my son told me, I said, "Mmm, put your dick in my mouth, mm, I'll suck it good… Mmm, I want to suck your big cock, lick it, put it in my mouth, and suck it until you shoot your cum all over my face, sssss mmm," I said, and my son filmed that too. 


As soon as I said that, my son held his camera in one hand, pulled down his shorts with the other, grabbed his dick and stroked it, and stood close to my face and said, "Mmm, suck it." 


I didn't expect this at all. Thinking that if I didn't do what he said he'd shove it into my mouth like yesterday, I did everything he asked. But now he's got the camera in one hand and his dick pointed right at my face in the other, telling me to suck him. I looked at him pitifully. 


My son said, "What are you looking at? Mmm, put my dick in your mouth and suck it good, savor it." I gently took his cock, slowly parted my lips, and slid it in myself; my lips were already wet. 

I sucked my son's dick and pulled it out, and he kept filming while saying, "Mmm, suck my dickhead good." So I did just that. Then I licked his entire dick and balls, put it in my mouth, and started sucking on my own. 


As I was sucking my son's cock, he held the camera in one hand and took pictures, while holding my jaw with the other. He applied a little pressure, and I stopped sucking and opened my mouth wide. My son then started thrusting his cock into my mouth. 

He picked up the pace, and drool dripped from my mouth. Meanwhile, my son filmed himself fucking my mouth with his cock. After a little while, he was about to cum, so he shot it right in my mouth, splattering all over my face, saying, "Oh oh oh shit." Then he pulled his dick out, fiddled with the camera, and I stood up, panting. 



My son looked at the camera and angrily stared at me, "Fuck you, you stupid cunt, what are you thinking buying a camera? Look, the battery died already... Damn it, the camera died right as I was about to get my cum all over your face." He yelled at me, and I stood there, confused and out of breath. 

My son, even angrier, came closer and pushed me onto the couch, then slapped my thigh hard. I cried out in pain, "Shaa." He then said, "Look, you fucking camera cunt, where the hell did you get this? The battery dies like this every time…" and slapped my other thigh. 


Not knowing what to do, I said, "It's just that..." as he grabbed my pussy hair and yanked, "Shut up, you stupid cunt... can't even buy a decent camera..." Mmm," he said, pulling and tugging even harder, and I writhed in pain. My son, not stopping, slapped my pussy and shoved his finger deep inside, thrusting and twisting it as he said, "I don't care what you do, but I want a new battery by this evening." 

I screamed in pain, "Aaaah, buy it... Aaaah, I'll get it... Aaaah!" After fingering my pussy for a while, he smeared the wetness on my thigh and said, "Get it right and buy it, you fucking bitch," and walked away. 

When I picked up that camera and held it in my hand, I remembered the ordeal I went through when I bought it. I couldn't go back to that store again. I took the camera to other shops. 

Everyone gave the same answer. They said they didn't have that kind of camera and that I should ask at the place where I bought it. I didn't have the courage to go back there, and I was afraid to go home without getting it fixed and face my son. 


 With a trembling heart, I went back to the shop where I'd bought the camera, and the two young men greeted me with smiles. "Come on, ma'am, we knew you'd come," one of them said, and the other added, "After all, our dicks keep showing up in their dreams, don't they, ma'am…" 

In a trembling voice I said, "This… camera battery… isn't working… can you replace it… Hmm, please replace it," I said. Without changing their expressions, one of them said, "It's just the battery, right? We'll definitely replace it. You don't have one, do you, ma'am?" The other said, "Yes, ma'am. Please come inside; we'll definitely replace it for you." Without waiting for my reply, they both went inside.

Sighing at my fate, I glanced outside to see if anyone was coming, then slowly entered the back room of the shop. When I went inside, I saw that both of them were naked, standing there with their cocks in their hands.

They had already made me stand naked in this very spot, humiliated me with filthy talk, and jerked off, spraying their cum all over me. I wondered what they were going to do now. To make matters worse, they were acquaintances of my office peon. He must have told them all the humiliating things he did to me at the office.

As I was thinking all this in desperation, they both said, 'Hmm, Madam, what are you still standing there for.. Psssh, hurry up and get undressed... the customer is about to arrive...' I decided I might as well show them my body quickly, get the payment, and leave, so I took off my clothes. 

I stood naked again in front of the two young men, showing my body, The two of them came up to me and one said, 'Aah Madam, ever since I saw you like that the other day, I couldn't sleep.' The other said, 'And I've never seen a body this plump and luscious anywhere else, Madam.' 


The two of them stood beside me, slowly stroking their cocks and watching me. I couldn't take it and looked away, when they did something I didn't expect at all. They both hugged me. Their bodies pressed against mine, and every hair on my body stood on end, freezing me in place. 

Both of them hugged me and said, 'Aaaah, ssss, Madam, aaaah, you're so soft and supple, girl... Aaaah, ssss, Madam, aaaah, what a body you have,' and I came to my senses and said, 'Oh God, please, guys, let me go...' Please... I'm feeling weird... Please, don't do it like last time... Don't do this to me," I pleaded. 
They kept groping me relentlessly, "Sssshhh, Madam, with a body like this, how can you not let us grope it? Sssshhh, mm, and that ass... Sssshhh, nice and plump and swollen, sssshhh, how it jiggles, aahhh," one of them said, grabbing and shaking me, while the other said, "Just the ass?" Fuck, even these tits are so fat and hanging... Ssssshhh, ahh," he said, squeezing my breast. 
Oh God, what is this? They're just groping me like this. What am I to do? What if they go on at this pace and... me... Oh, that must not happen," I prayed to myself. 

The two of them hugged me tight, caressing every part of my body. Every time their bodies brushed against mine, their cocks rubbing against my thighs sent shivers through me. 


One of them pinched my nipple and, sniffing my neck, came up and looked at me. "Ah, Madam, grab my dick and stroke it," he said. I pleaded with him with my eyes, but he grabbed my nipple and pulled it. "Do it, Madam," he said, and I took hold of his dick. 

Seeing this, the other man also placed his dick in my other hand. Now both of their cocks were in my hands. They said, "Wank it, Madam, mmm," and I slowly wanked them. They both groped my breasts and ass, moaning, "Aahh, sss, aahh, wank it, Madam, aahh, sss. Do you like our cocks, Madam? Aahh, ssss, Madam." 

As they moved to other places and touched me, they came to my pussy. I took my hand off their cocks and moved away, but they both asked, "Don't you want the batteries?" I said, "Please, sir... I'm about to cry, please let me go." They asked again, "Do you want the batteries? Or not?" 

I said in a crying voice, "I want it." They said, "Then stand with your legs apart." I broke down sobbing, tears slowly streaming down my face as I stood with my legs apart. "Sssshhh, even at your age, you cunt, you've kept your pussy in good shape, sssshhh, mmm. You want the battery, right? Then spread it open, bitch," he said, and I, trembling, did exactly as he told me. 
'Sssss ahh Madam, it looks like I need to fuck your pussy right now and fill it with cum. Come lie down, bitch, we'll fuck you and give your pussy some pleasure,' he said. I clasped my hands together and pleaded, 'Please, sir, don't say that... I'm not that kind of person...' Mmmhmmm...' I cried, 'I don't want to... mmm... I'll suck it... just please don't do this.' 
They looked at each other and said, "Alright, come and kneel down and suck our cocks, Madam." I decided this was much better than being bangd by them, so I knelt before them.

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Both of them waved their cocks in front of my face. I grabbed both of their cocks, stroked them gently, and slowly put one of them into my mouth and sucked, making him moan, "Aaaaaaah, Madam, aaaaaaah, ssssss, mmmmm." 

The other one, unable to wait any longer, said, "Oh, hurry up and suck my dick too," and as I took his cock into my mouth, he closed his eyes and moaned. I had just sucked my son's dick a little while ago, and now I'm sucking some stranger's dick for him... And what's more, I had never even sucked my husband's dick while he was alive. 

I took turns sucking both their cocks, and they both moaned, "Aaaah, Madam, aaaah, ssss, you suck so well, you bitch, aaaah, ssssss " 'Aaaaaah, ssssss, fuck, aaaaaah, just watching you kneel and suck like this is making me cum, you bitch, aaaaaah, sssssss, suck my cock like that, you cunt,' " said one of them, while the other said, "Aaaaaah, ssssss, you fucking whore, aaaaaah, just seeing you kneel and suck like this is making me want to cum, you bitch, aaaaaah, sssssss, your mouth was made for this, you cunt, aaaaaah, sssssss, suck my cock like that, you slut." 

Both of them said, "Aaaah ssss Madam, your mouth was made for sucking dick, you know? Aaaah ssss especially your face, it's so fucking sexy, you cunt! Aaaah ssss." One of them said, "Yeah bitch, take our cum all over your face. That's the price of batteries," he said, and then both of them shot their cum all over my face. 

 Before I left, he said, "Madam, next time make sure your pussy is ready," and without a moment's hesitation I hurried home. 
To be continued… 
As soon as I entered the house, my son looked at me and said, "Battery."  


I handed it to him, and he eagerly took it, mounted it on the camera, then smiled, hugged me, and said, "Superma, take a shower and get ready for the night shoot." He went to his room, and I, unable to say anything, went to mine. 


After taking a bath and putting on a sari, I sat in front of the mirror, looking at myself, wondering what kind of pornographic pictures my son would take of me next. I couldn't bear to look at myself in the mirror; I turned away.  



In these few days, I've been called everything from 'mom' and 'madam' to 'whore,' pussy... whore... I was called many degrading names. 

I have stood naked in front of many people and been humiliated; the ultimate humiliation was having the cocks of strangers, not just my own son's, in my mouth... ugh... how can I look at my own face... I turned away.

My son opened the door, came in, and looked at me. "Mom, what are you doing in this dress? Didn't you see the bag on the bed?" Only then did I notice it. 

My son said again, "Pfft… what are you doing? Fine, hurry up and change that sari… I'll be right back," and then he left. 

I opened the bag and inside was a white sari, then a white jacket, and then a white petticoat. I understood: my widow's attire. A single tear rolled down the corner of my eye. 

My son came back into my room, and I stood there in the white outfit he had bought, dressed in widow's attire. 

My son said, "Superma… shall we start?" and turned on the camera. "Mom, now walk here with a sad expression, stand in front of me, look at the camera, and let your sari fall."

I was truly sad, so I walked over, stood in front of my son, let my white sari fall, and stood there with my white jacket showing. 

My son said, "Mom, great. Keep looking at the camera and feel your breasts. Do it with that same sad expression." So I reached out and felt my jacket.

My son then said, "Supermom, now squeeze it… tell me, 'My husband isn't here to grab this, so will you come and squeeze my breasts?'" and I said it, lightly sobbing. 



I really started to cry hearing this. Sobbing, I said, "This… to hold… my husband isn't here… could you… could you come and squeeze it for me, please…" My son's face lit up. 

Then my son said, "Very good. Now take off your sari completely, and while rubbing your pussy on your skirt, say it." 

When I hesitated, he said, "C'mon, ma'am... Say it like you did for your tits. Your pussy is burning... My husband isn't here... I need to get off every now and then... And then add a little more sexiness to it... And when you're done, look at the camera and say you'll lift your skirt and show me." 


I was on the verge of tears, sobbing as I completely undressed my sari, placed my hand on my petticoat and rubbed my pussy, saying, "It's so hot down here…" 

As my son glared, I rubbed my pussy again and said, "My pussy is so hot... my husband is the one to fuck it right now..." No... my pussy is aching so much for a dick... will you come... will you put out the heat in my pussy... let me lift my skirt and show you my pussy...' I finished in a crying voice. 

My son said, "That's awesome. That's it. Now slowly lift your petticoat, show your pussy, and invite him to fuck. Keep saying that your husband isn't here. You have to beg while crying." 


I cried, not sure if my son realized I was really crying or not, as I slowly lifted my sari up to my waist. 

Showing him my pussy, I said, "Look… see how wet my pussy is… it's all wet without my husband… I can't stand the heat in my pussy anymore. Please, I'm begging you, come and fuck my pussy. Ah... give me your real cock. 

"Please... come fuck me and put out the fire in my pussy with your cum," I cried. 

My son held the camera in one hand and grabbed my blouse with the other, pushing me, and I fell onto the bed. As he filmed me, he grabbed my blouse with one hand and pulled it, and it came loose, freeing my large breast and making it jiggle. 

My son lifted my skirt, took a picture of me, and said, "Beg, you cunt." 

I cried, begging, "Please, I don't have a husband right now, my pussy is itching so much... hurry up and stick your dick in my pussy and fuck me... I want your dick..." 

My son squeezed my breast and asked, "Do you want a dick? Do you want my dick?" I said, "Yes, please, baby." 

He then asked, "How many days have passed since your husband died?" Tears choked my throat. With my son glaring from behind the camera, I cried, "A year." 

My son forced my legs apart and, pinching and squeezing my breast, said cruelly, "You fucking cunt... your husband died less than a year ago, and already you're spreading your legs for some pussy pleasure, you whore?" 

Completely unexpectedly, my son shoved his dick into my pussy in one swift thrust. 

I snapped out of my shock and asked him, "Honey, what are you doing?" My son slapped my cheek and said, "Fuck, just act right." 

"Say it, you bitch, does your pussy itch? Aaaah, aaaah, do you want a man's pleasure?" my son asked, thrusting his cock into my pussy with one hand while holding the camera and grabbing my thigh.

As I was getting fucked by my son, I said, "Sssshh ahh ahh yeah, my pussy is itching... ahh ahh ahh that's why I'm spreading my pussy." 

As my son fucked me, he said, "Ahh ahh, you whore cunt! Ahhh, I know you're a proper slutty cunt... I can tell you're a bitch who's always looking for a dick just by the way you shake your ass when you walk," and he fucked me faster. 

Every word from my son pierced me, and my tears streamed down like a river. My son said, "You whore cunt, ssss ah ah ah, will you sleep with your own son now that your husband is dead?" and then he slapped my breast. 

As I cried, I said, "Yes, for my pussy's itch... Ahhh ahhh ahhh to satisfy my pussy's itch... with my... ahh ahh own son, ahhh ahhh I will spread my cunt for you, ahhh ahh." 

My son's speed increased even more. In the next two thrusts, he came, pouring his cum all over my pussy and collapsed beside me

He left after gasping, "You're a good actress... awesome," and I, without stopping my crying, cried my heart out, telling myself I would never cry again. 

The next day, thankfully, the peon wasn't there at work. I thought I could work in peace, but just then, I got a call from him. He asked me to come to the same place. I groaned, "Oh God," and went there, only to be in for another shock... and a surprise, too. 

In that old building, the peon was making a woman who worked in my office, about ten years older than me, bend over completely naked and was fucking her ass hard, making her scream. 

As soon as he saw me, he said, "Aaaah, sssshhh, look at this cunt... a good family woman like you... Aaaah, sssshhh, what a plump, round ass you have... How the fuck are you so curvy after eating all that rice and yogurt?" and he slammed his dick into my aunt's ass and started fucking her. 

He then said, "I was planning to fuck you, Madam... but Aunty came along. Seeing your plump, full body just drove me wild... so I can't just leave you alone either. Hold on a sec, I'll be right back." With that, he kept groping my aunt's ass. 

I was in the spot where my aunt was, and it was terrifying to see. The peon pulled his dick out of my aunt's ass, grabbed her by the hair, and forced her to her knees, shoving it into her mouth. My aunt coughed, unable to handle it. 

He pulled out of her mouth and called, "Ma'am, do you want me to take you somewhere private? Come on, come suck my dick and get my cum." I slowly knelt beside Ma'am, took the peon's stinky dick in my hand, and put it in my mouth, and he grabbed my head. 

I slowly sucked and he said, "Mmm ssss aahh suck it, aahh Madam, aahh ssss. This mammy doesn't know how to suck at all... aahh ssss." 

He pressed Maami's cheek and said, "Watch closely, you slut... how a real blowjob is done... Ahhh sssss Ahhh ssss Mmm ahhh Madam, I'm about to cum, you slut... Take it on both of your good family women's faces!" and with that, he came all over them. 

After the peon left, I gave Maami her clothes, and she took them without saying a word. I gently asked, "What happened, Maami?" 


To that, she said, "That bastard said the water wasn't coming in the bathroom and told me to go because no one would be here. So I came here." 

I started to say, "He took a picture of it... to blackmail..." but Aunty cut me off. "No, honey. I just lifted my sari and sat down here in a corner." 


"That bastard followed me and grabbed me right when I was going to pee, and he even peed on me... ugh," she said. 

I asked, "Why didn't you try to do anything? You should have just beaten him up and taught him a lesson." She said, "It's not like that. When he was doing it, I don't know what came over me... I was a little... crazy, and I spread my legs for him myself." 

I glared at her, and she grinned wickedly, "Don't look at me like that... what am I supposed to do? 

I was so dry, but the moment he touched me, I got wet." She said it casually and sauntered away in front of me. 

At that moment, I thought, "Oh God, why do people like this keep tormenting me?" 


Ahh ahhh ssss haaah ahhh ssss that's it, ahh baby ahh rip mom's pussy ahh ssss mmm ahh fuck me hard ahh ssss my pussy itch isn't going away ahh ssss ahh fuck my cunt ahh ssss rip it. 


"Aahhh ssss baby, aahhh ssss mmm aahhh," I moaned as my son filmed me, fucking my pussy with his cock while I lay naked on my bed. 

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The guy who was fucking me stopped mid-stroke, pulled his dick out, and said, "Mom, now turn around and get on your knees in doggy style. I'm going to fuck you from behind like that. Keep looking at the camera and scream. Then tell yourself you're a whore… say 'slut,' understand?" "Sexy, right?" he said. 

 I immediately stood up, turned around, showed my ass to my son, got on my knees, looked back at him, and said, "Sss come on, baby, fuck your mom like a dog… fuck me… 

"Sssshhh ah, it's for you, baby, that this whore is showing her ass. Sssshhh, come and fuck your mom," I said, and my son said, "Ah, that's awesome, look how hard my dick gets hearing this... You're the real heroine of a porn movie," and he slapped my ass. 

After playing with my ass for a while, spreading my pussy and sliding his cock in, I moaned, "Aaaaaa Aaaaaa Ssssss baby, that's it, slowly push it into Mommy's pussy, aaa ssss hmm aaa it's all for your cock. 



My pussy is aching, ahhh, this whore's cunt is only for your cock... Ahhh, that's it, fuck me, baby," I said. 

My son, filming the whole thing, said, 'Aah sss superma, aah very good... scream louder, with more passion...' as he fucked me. I said, 'Aaaah sss aaaah baby, fuck me faster, aah... Mom's pussy is only for your cock from now on, fuck me like that, aah...' 

"Ahh, from now on this whore's daughter's ass has to lift itself up for your cock. Fuck it like that, rip it apart! Ahh, sss, baby, ahh, sss, tell me this bitch's pussy is only for my son's cock and fuck me, ahh, sss, ahh!" I screamed, possessed by a frenzy. 


My son, in a frenzy, threw his camera down, grabbed my hair, and fucked me like a madman, shooting his cum into my ass. I collapsed onto the bed. 

'Mom, you're unbelievable. You're such an amazing actress...' Even a real whore wouldn't scream like that, damn it, you bitch," my son said, and without my realizing it, a small smirk flashed across my face. My son then said, "Pfft, I held back from cumming in my frenzy to fuck you. It's okay, we can do it later," and walked away. 

I slowly got up and took my son's cum from my ass with my finger. Looking at it, my body didn't feel disgusted, embarrassed, or ashamed; instead, I brought it to my nose and smelled it. The semen from my son's cock went up my nose and intoxicated my brain. 

I told him about the sorrow I felt the last time he fucked me two days ago, when he thought even my crying was an act.

But for the next two days, my son fucked me relentlessly—morning, noon, and night—in his room, my room, the kitchen; the thoughts inside me that had been holding me back just slipped away without my realizing it. 

Little by little, I began to do it without any hesitation, just as my son asked. Every time my son fucked me, the juices from my pussy kept flowing... The smell of my son's cock started to give me a kind of high...

And now, his cum... I put the cum from my son's cock that was on my finger into my mouth and sucked and tasted it


What did this all mean? Why was I behaving like this? Had I really become a whore? Was I addicted to the pleasure of my pussy, or had I become submissive to my son's cock? I couldn't understand anything and fell asleep.

In the afternoon, I woke up, took a shower, got dressed, and started cooking. Then my son came and said, 'Mom, you're acting like you're really enjoying getting fucked... you're shaking your ass well... you're talking dirty... but still, something's missing... I don't know what it is.' I was cooking, not understanding anything. 

My son continued, "I've had you strip completely and dance, I've had you cook, I've fucked you on the bed and pounded you from behind... but still, something's missing, bitch." I hesitated, "Do you want to..." and my son said, "Say it, ma'am." 

Hesitantly, I asked, "Do you want to try it in my ass?" He said, "Hmm, I haven't fucked you in the ass yet... I could fuck you in the ass right now, but it's not that, it's something else." As he was thinking, the doorbell rang and someone called out, "Gas, ma'am." 

I said, "Honey, take the empty cylinder outside, I'll get the gas book." As I told him to go, my son stopped me and smiled. I asked, "What?" My son said, "One minute," and walked away. 

The guy came in with a towel and his camera. "Hmm, hurry up and take it off and just wear this towel," he said. I looked at him, confused. My son said, "Damn it, hurry up and take it off, bitch." I immediately took it off, handed it to him, and stood there wearing only the towel. 

My son said, "I'll hide. You go just like this and tell him to change the cylinder. Then you have to talk sexily... Keep untying and re-tying the towel often." I was scared and asked, "Honey, what if he does something to Mom?" 


As the doorbell rang again at the gate, my son glared at me, saying, "What's the matter, bitch? You fucking slut, take it! Mmm, just the thought of it is so hot. Act like you're seducing him, you whore... you're so wet." I told him I was going and walked away, but my son hid and turned on his camera. 

I, feeling a bit awkward, held the towel with one hand and opened the door with the other, and the boy who came to install the cylinder was momentarily stunned by my state. In a somewhat dazed voice, I said, "Cylinder? I just went to take a shower, and I came back. There's no one else in the house..." No... can you just come in and... change it for me?" I asked. 

The boy was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Um, yeah, sis... okay." I opened the door all the way, and he rolled the cylinder in while staring at me. I shut the door and, pointing, said, "The kitchen is this way," letting go of the towel a bit so my large breasts were a feast for the boy's eyes. 

I immediately grabbed the towel, covering my breasts halfway, and said, "This thing just won't stay up... You go inside and swap it out and bring the empty cylinder... I'll go get the money." And with that, I went inside to get the gas book and the cash, but he just stood there watching my half-covered breasts with the empty cylinder in his hand. 

I gave him the gas book, and as I dropped the towel again, it fell to the floor before I could catch it. I had just shown the boy my entire body. I immediately bent down to pick it up, and when I saw his hard cock bulging in his pants, I couldn't help but smile to myself. I stood up and tied the towel back on. 

He froze for a moment, then looking up at me from the book, he said, "Akkā, is no one home?" My son had told me to speak in a way that would seduce him, and without even knowing how, I said, "Mmm, yeah, baby... no one's here..." 

He said, "Akkā, you're so beautiful." I shivered and said, "Thanks, buddy." He, getting bolder, asked, "Akkā, what do you eat to be so curvy?" I replied, "Mmm, nothing special, I just eat normally." 



He said, "Akkā, you're so beautiful." I shivered and said, "Thanks, buddy." He, getting bolder, asked, "What do you eat to be so curvy?" I replied, "Hmm, nothing special, I just eat normally." 

He laughed and said, "Don't lie, sis. I've never seen anything this big." I asked, "What?" He said, "Your... mind, sis." At first I was confused, then I realized he was talking about my breasts. I laughed and asked, "Did you measure it?" He handed me the tape measure. 

Before I could give him the money, my towel came undone and fell. I thought for a moment to pick it up, but then I decided to just cover myself with the money instead. The boy's mouth dropped open, and he looked around before moving closer to me and touching my pussy directly.


I pretended not to notice, and while he kept rubbing my pussy, he grabbed my breast with his other hand. I counted and said, "Here's eight hundred rupees, keep the change," and handed it to him. He took it, put it in his bag, hugged me, and said, "I'll give it to you next time," as he squeezed my ass. 


I pretended not to notice, and while he kept fingering my pussy, he grabbed my breast with his other hand and felt it. I counted it and said, "Here's the eight hundred rupees, I've made change for it." He took it, put it in his bag, hugged me, and pinched my ass, saying, "I'll give it to you next time I come." 

I stood there without stopping him, and he took my breast into his mouth and started sucking it, saying, "Ahh, sister, sss, I've never seen a woman like you, sister, ahh ssss aaaah," and as he continued to suck my breast, he squeezed my ass. 


I stood there without stopping him, just as my son had said. The boy took off his pants, touched my pussy, and said, "Aunty, ahh, oh my god, you're amazing, Aunty. This is the first time I've ever touched a woman's pussy." 

He rubbed my pussy, spread my legs, held my thigh, and pushed straight into my pussy. "Ahh sis, ssss, oh my god, ahh sis, your pussy is amazing," he said, and he fucked me standing right there. I took his cock and moved my hips. 

In just a little while, he came, and as he pulled out, his cum dripped onto my thigh. He hugged me and kept caressing me, saying, "Aaaah, sissy, thank you."
Then he let me go and put on his pants, and I wiped his cum. He picked up his cell phone and went to the kitchen. As I came to the door, he went again and touched my breasts, pussy, and ass before leaving.

As soon as I closed the door, my son came running, pushed me onto the sofa, spread my ass, and said, "Whore pussy, Ahhhhhh Ssssss Ahhhhhh," before putting his dick into my asshole. 'Aaaaaah ssssh aaaaaah, this is it, you whore of a mother, this is what I was talking about,' he said, slapping my ass as he tore it open.

I was already hot from the little fuck I'd gotten from that boy, and my son's savage assault sent me over the edge, and I came, ' Aaaaaah, son, aaaah, ssss, oh god, aaaaaah, it hurts, aaaah, don't stop, aaaah, asssss, rip your mother's ass, aaaah, ssss, aaaah, aaaah, rip your whore's ass, aaaah, ssss,' and I came. My son flipped me over and put his dick in my mouth. 



I was already hot from the little fuck I got from some boy, and I came from my son's frenzied assault, ' Aaaaaah, son, aaaah, ssss, oh god, aaaaaah, it hurts, aaaah, don't stop, aaaah, asssss, rip your mother's ass apart, aaaah, ssss, aaaah, aaaah, rip your whore's ass apart, aaaah, ssss' and as I came, my son flipped me over and put his dick in my mouth. 

In the same frenzy, I sucked my son's cock and drank all his cum, and then my son collapsed beside me, panting. 

The next chapter of my life began right here. 



In my son's room, we were lying naked on his bed, and I was awake, stroking my son's head. My son had fallen asleep, tired from fucki
ng me, while showing me the video he took of how he fucked me all night with that gas cylinder. 

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I couldn't even describe the pleasure I felt when my son, in that video, looked like he was in a kind of frenzied trance as that boy groped me and fucked me, driving it deep into my pussy. It seems my son likes watching another man fuck me like it's a porn movie and getting turned on by it, more than him fucking me himself.  



I even liked the way he fucked me so wildly. And yesterday, the amount of cum my son released was more than ever before. 

While my son was still sleeping in the morning, I took his camera and went to my office. After looking at some work for a while, I looked for the peon. I realized he was looking for me too, so I pretended to be afraid and said okay, then went to that old building. 

Before the peon came, I turned on the camera and hid it. As soon as he arrived, he asked, "What's the matter, ma'am? You came to me today—what's so urgent?" I continued to act even more scared. 

I kept saying, 'Please, baby... I came to tell you to leave me alone... please, baby... listen to what I'm saying... I feel weird even standing here... my whole body is tingling.' 

The peon stopped me and said, 'Don't act so innocent, ma'am... You sucked my dick so nicely yesterday.. and today you're acting all innocent.. Hmm, don't worry, Madam.. I'll fuck you good until your pussy itch is satisfied.. You saw that aunty yesterday.. Even this morning, she came and called me to fuck.. and you're just here acting all innocent," he said. 

I immediately fell at his feet and pleaded, "Please, sir, I'm not that kind of woman. Let me go." He immediately took advantage of the situation, bent down, and groped my ass. "So you're saying we can fuck in this position, madam? I'm fine with that," he said. 

While I was still pleading and holding his leg, he lifted my sari and grabbed my panties, pulling at them, and I stood up. He said, "If you take them off quickly, we can leave quickly. Otherwise, others will get suspicious and find out you're a slut."

He was right; if it took too long, it would be a problem for him. Even though I was there, instead of immediately taking them off, I pretended to cry as I slowly stripped off all my clothes. To be honest, I was even starring in porn movies for my son. 

As soon as I was naked, the peon pulled me, hugged me tight, and caressed my entire body, saying, "Come on, my big-ass Madam, my dick has been waiting for your pussy." Then he bent me over, squeezed my ass, spread it open, and fucked me. I looked at the camera, crying as I took his cock. 

The peon fucked me from behind until he was satisfied, then made me kneel and poured his cum into my mouth, saying, "Ahhh, you're like a born slut, made for drinking cum." He left, and I got up, cleaned myself up, got dressed, and took the camera. 

That evening when I came home, my son looked at me angrily and said, "You whore, where's my camera? Tell me what you did with it, you bitch!" I slowly took it out of my bag and played the video for him. 

My son watched it with wide eyes, and his dick got hard below. I knelt down, pulled his dick out of his shorts, and put it in my mouth and started sucking. My son kept watching me get fucked by the peon as I sucked his dick. 




I took my son's cock out of my mouth and asked him, 'Sweetheart, did Mom act like she was getting fucked good, hmm? Mmm, does my son like watching his mom get fucked by the boss?' and as I put his cock back in my mouth to suck, my son said, 'Aah, mmm, I like it so much, Mom...' Aaaaaah," he said. 

I took his cock out again and asked, "Mmm, wanna see the peon's cock go into Mommy's pussy? Mmm, how does it feel, baby?" and then I started sucking again. My son said, "Aaaah, mmm, I love it when that peon fucks your pussy from behind, aaaah, mmm, I love how your big tits are shaking.. Ahh sssss," he said. 

He continued, "Aahhh, sssss, it's going to be so hot watching you cry while he fucks you raw. Aahh, ssss, aahh, ssss, aahh, Mom, aahh, Mom. Aahh, ssss, aahh, Mom, now he's cumming in your mouth, Mom. Aahh, asssss, it's so fucking hot watching you cry while you suck his big dick." 

I stopped sucking and looked at him. My son put down the camera, grabbed my head, and pushed me onto the sofa, where I lay on my back. He pulled my head again, and it dangled by itself. 

He kept fucking my mouth fast, saying, 'Ahhh ssss, you fucking whore cunt, ahh a dick in your mouth, I don't just want a dick in your pussy, bitch. I want to film you getting fucked in all your holes at once and fuck you again, you cunt. Ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck me, you whore! Ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, you fucking cunt! Ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he said, fucking my mouth with a crazed look. 

A moment later, just before he came, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and his cum sprayed all over my face and chest. As I gasped and sat up, my son said, "Now pose like you're spreading your pussy, you whore." So I spread my legs and sexily posed, showing my pussy. 

This time, I entered the shop without any hesitation, and the two young men who had cum in my mouth earlier welcomed me with smiles. "Come on, ma'am… We were wondering why we hadn't seen anyone yet, and then you showed up. Why are you standing there? Hurry inside… We're both ready," they said. 



 I said, "It's not that, guys… I need a memory card…" I said, and they both replied, "You just show us your pussy, ma'am… we'll insert as many memory cards as you want." I pleaded, "Please, not there… I don't want it to happen again like last time." 

The two of them said, "No, ma'am. It's already too late. Our cocks have been insisting for a long time that they see your pussy. You can come and show it yourself, ma'am... or if you want to show it right here, that's fine too. We're ready."
I pretended to think for a moment and said, "Not here, guys. I'm a little scared. If you want..." They stared at me, and I trailed off, "How about we go to my place..." 

One of them said, "Door delivery... that's done. Let's go, Ma'am, we can leave right away." I asked, "The memory card?" The other one replied, "I already took it, Ma'am. Hurry up." They then put me in their auto and headed for my house.

I was in the middle, and the two of them sat on either side of me, groping me the entire way to my house. The auto driver watched and enjoyed it through the mirror. When we reached my house, the three of us got out. 

As the two young men and I went inside, the three of them were shocked and surprised to see me. For the first time, I looked at all three of them with a mischievous smile and said, 'Instead of you three getting me one by one, I'll show all three of you at once...' Whoever wants to fuck who, wherever, come and fuck," I said, letting my sari slip off. 

The three of them looked at each other in surprise again, then pushed me together into my room. They all tore off my clothes and began licking my body, while my son hid and filmed my porn movie. 

After my husband died, I became the heroine of my son's porn pictures. My son hides and films other men fucking me, and then he watches it and fucks me with a wild passion. 

Until a year ago, I only fucked my husband, but after he passed away, I've been fucking many cocks, regardless of age. 

With time I fully transformed my self in to a complete whore which focuses on pleasure rather than money my son condition also improved with time 

No matter how many cocks fucked my pussy, I only began to feel completely fulfilled when my son fucked me, watching the porn videos I'd acted in with such eagerness and calling me filthy names. Now I'm 45 my body and personality both are changed along with time 

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