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title : Done sex with hyderabad andra couple - 3

Hello readers, how are you? It’s summertime, so when you are having sex, please be smooth and take it slow. It can be irritating for ladies otherwise. Get them in the mood, take them to the peak where they can’t hold back anymore, and enjoy.

Picking up where we left off: Sushanth had finished with Harshitha and was relaxing on the balcony, feeling tired. I went into her room. Looking at Harshitha’s beauty in the dim light of the zero-watt bulb, my lust increased.
She had no clothes on, her thighs were spread apart, and she was lying down peacefully. I sat next to her. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy. It was very hot.

Harshitha: “Hey Mahesh, it’s really hard. I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. I’ll try again this time.”
Me: “Okay.”

Meanwhile, Harshitha took her phone and called Sushanth, who was in the hall.

Harshitha: “Hey, baby, when you are right next to me, I feel like I can’t move properly.”

Sushanth: “Okay, baby, call me if you need me. Take care, I trust you.”

Harshitha: “If I need sex, I’ll call you,” she said, hung up, and put the phone on silent.

Harshitha: “Hey Mahesh, it’s up to you. Taste me as long as you want, I won’t stop you. I need that pleasure.

She placed a pillow under her hips and spread her thighs wide. There were ice cubes on the table next to the bed. I took one and started rubbing it around the edges of her pussy. She couldn’t control her legs. As I sat between her thighs and moved the ice cube slowly over her pussy, she reacted.

Harshitha: “Hey, idiot, why are you teasing me like this? Do you know how much this makes me crave it? It’s driving me crazy.”

As I rubbed her clit gently with the ice cube:

Harshitha: “Hmm, the itch inside my pussy is becoming unbearable.”

Her desire was peaking. She took her phone again and called Sushanth.

Harshitha: “Baby, I’m keeping the phone on so you can hear the desire I feel every day.”

She said, placing the phone on the table. Sushanth, from outside, was feeling the intensity of Harshitha’s experience.
Harshitha: “Hey Mahesh, increase the speed. I only get pleasure when I do it at this speed. Forget your pleasure; do you know how the itch inside my pussy feels? It’s driving me wild.”

As I kept rubbing her clit:

Harshitha: “You mental guy! The heat has started inside my pussy. Please, the itch is too much, control it!”
I took a Dairy Milk chocolate, cut it open, and started applying the cream all over her pussy, especially covering her clit completely. I moved between her thighs and touched the clit hidden within 
her pussy lips with my tongue.

She shook her legs. I let her legs be free. As I rubbed my tongue over her clit:

Harshitha: “Mahesh, the itch inside isn’t stopping, please don’t tease me.”

I took control of her pussy, using only my tongue between her lips, ensuring I hit her clit, tasting the chocolate cream. She was writhing like a fish.

Harshitha: “Sushanth, come inside! I want your rod in my mouth, my mouth is drying up,” she said into the phone.
Sushanth: “Hey, baby, this is the pleasure you wanted, right? Carry on. When the time comes for me to come in, I will. Keep that feeling going.”

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Title : Done sex with Hyderabad andra couple - Final

I kept moving my tongue in circles between her lips, going up and down, rubbing her clit rapidly.
Harshitha: “Mahesh, something is happening inside my pussy. I can’t hold it!”
Me: “Try! The more you hold it, the more the lust increases.”
Harshitha: “Keep that same speed!”

Her pussy had some curves, and though the lips were a bit large, her clit was small. Even though it was small, because she was in the peak of her mood, that clit stood strong, just like a hard-on. As I moved my tongue 360 degrees around it, Harshitha lost all control.
Harshitha: “Hmm, ah, ah, Mahesh! It feels so itchy inside my pussy. Do exactly that!”
The heat inside her was rising. I knew she was trying very hard to hold it back.

Harshitha: “Sushanth ( her husaband), this is it. This is the desire I feel every day; I want this kind of pleasure from you. Even if we can’t do it every day, I want this kind of pleasure at least once a week, baby,” she told Sushanth ( her husaband), who was listening to her voice.
Harshitha: “Sushanth ( her husaband), come inside, I want sex!”

As she said this, she started bucking, writhing, and suddenly reached her climax. She went through spasms, shook for a moment, and then went back to normal. She turned to one side. Just then, Sushanth ( her husaband) (her husband) walked in. I grabbed a towel, cleaned my face, and went to the hall.

The door was left slightly open. I knew Sushanth ( her husaband)’s lust must have peaked as well. I relaxed on the sofa in the hall. A little later, Harshitha started screaming from the bedroom. This time, the intensity of their fucking was even higher. It took nearly 12 minutes for the sounds to stop.

Sushanth ( her husaband) didn’t come out of the bedroom. I fell asleep while relaxing on the sofa.
Early morning at 5:30, Harshitha came and woke me up. I was still groggy.

Harshitha: “Hey Mahesh, shall we do face sitting?”
Me: “Hey, you are a bit heavy, it might be difficult.”

Harshitha: “I won’t put all my weight on you.”
Me: “It only works if you’re light.”
Harshitha: “I’ll make sure I don’t put force on you.”
Me: “Okay.”

She laid a bed on the floor. Sushanth ( her husaband) was in a deep sleep; there was no chance he would wake up anytime soon. It’s funny how men get tired after two rounds, but women remain very active. I washed my face and came back. She was ready.
I lay down on the bed on the floor. She spread her thighs, and her pussy was exactly over my face. Hot waves were coming off it. Balancing herself so she didn’t put all her force on me, she moved back and forth.

My tongue did its work between her pussy lips. As I moved my tongue around, her lust increased. Without me even realizing it, my tongue got stuck inside her pussy. She was jumping up and down, fulfilling all her pent-up desire.

In the middle, she pressed down hard on my face. She kept going until her lust was satisfied, climaxed on my face, and then relaxed on the bed. Her face was covered in sweat, and my face was covered in her pussy juices.

Harshitha: “Now my lust is fully satisfied. Thank you so much, Mahesh. I will remember this moment for my whole life.”

I got up and washed my face. She made tea and brought it. I drank tea and relaxed on the sofa. By the time I got up, it was 9:00 AM. Sushanth ( her husaband) was still hungover.

Harshitha: “You can stay here and leave tomorrow morning, right?”
Me: “No, I need some privacy. I’ll come in the evening.”
Harshitha: “Okay, thank you.”

Me: “You didn’t talk much yesterday, but now you’re talking quite a bit!”
Harshitha: “It’s nothing like that.”

Me: “Okay Harshitha, tell Sushanth ( her husaband).”
Harshitha: “Definitely, have dinner here too.”
Me: “Okay.”

I started from her room to mine. After reaching my room, I masturbated and went to sleep. 

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Title :  Online Cuckson - 1
   ( true story ) 

My name is Jayan. I am 20 years old and my mom Greeshma is in her late 40s. She is a very nice Nair woman from a good upper caste family. Everyone respects her because she is so traditional and modest. She always wears her saree properly pinned and dbangd so that not even a little bit of her navel is visible. She looks like the perfect conservative mother who does puja every morning.

My father works abroad and comes home only once a year for a few days. Mom and I live alone in our old quiet house surrounded by trees and empty plots. There are almost no neighbours so it stays very peaceful. At night you can only hear the ceiling fan spinning and sometimes dogs barking far away. I usually stay on my bed with my phone or studying while Mom moves around the house doing her work.

It is very late now. The whole house is dark except for the small glow of my phone screen. I am still feeling weak from the fever but I cannot sleep so I am slowly typing this on my small phone keyboard with my thumbs. The fan is clicking above me and the curtains are moving lightly. I need to write everything that happened today.
This morning the fever hit me hard. Burning hot and shivering. Mom got very worried and leaned over my bed. Her soft warm body pressed against me as she checked my forehead. She quickly called an auto. When the driver arrived our gate creaked loudly. He was a rough dark skinned muscular man in his late 30s with thick arms and a heavy mustache. The auto was small and cramped so Mom sat in front with him so she could hold me from behind.

As we drove on the broken colony roads every pothole made her body jolt. From the back seat I could not stop noticing how her heavy breasts kept rubbing and bouncing against his shoulder. Her pallu slipped down repeatedly showing the deep sweaty valley between them and the way her thick nipples poked clearly against the thin blouse. The driver changed gears often. His knuckles pressed and brushed slowly along the side of her breast each time.

He muttered something but i couldnot hear due to the engine noise. Mom only giggled shyly and said the roads were bad. Her thick thighs stayed spread wider than needed on the seat and his hand rested fully on her wide fleshy hip for long stretches. Every bump made her big round ass grind back against him. I watched it all silently. My stomach felt strangely tight and hot. The auto smelled of his sweat mixed with Mom's coconut oil. I kept telling myself it was nothing. Just the way we had to sit because of the small space.

At the small clinic the old grey haired doctor checked me quickly. He spoke very little. The waiting area had old wooden benches and a loud ticking clock. The tube light flickered. Then he told Mom to come behind the curtain for full payment and some special instructions. Mom smiled at me softly and said wait here kanna Mommy will handle it. I sat on the hard bed swinging my legs weakly. The dusty fan turned slowly above. For the next several minutes everything was quiet except low murmurs.

Then I heard it. Loud wet gulping sounds. Slow deep sucking. Heavy repeated throat swallows. Soft gagging noises. Mom's muffled breathy voice whispering something i cant make out. The doctor only made low satisfied grunts. Then he murmured something authoritative. I sat there fidgeting, looking at the items in his table. My heart pounded hard. I could not understand what was happening m The sounds went on for a long time. Wet. Rhythmic. Intimate. I fidgeted on the bed feeling this confusing mix of worry and strange heat between my legs.

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Title : online cuckson - 2

After almost ten minutes Mom came out. Her face was flushed deep red. Her lips looked puffy swollen and shiny wet. She quickly wiped the corner of her mouth with her pallu. Her saree was slightly crooked and one of her heavy breasts had red finger marks on the side. She smelled strongly of fresh sweat and something thick musky. She gave me her usual loving smile and said doctor uncle gave special instructions. Everything is settled kanna. Such an experienced old doctor.

The same driver was still waiting outside even though evening was turning dark and crickets had started chirping. Mom said it was better to take him back since he already knew the route. On the way home her hand rested high on his thigh the whole time. She said it was only for balancing. Her body pressed even closer against him. Everytime a streetlight illuminated inside the auto I could see her hand, the one near his thigh, gripping something and moving in a strange fashion.

Now it is deep night. Mom came to my room earlier wearing her thin nightie. She sat on the edge of my bed with her thick thighs spread and stroked my hair gently. She kissed my forehead and whispered do not worry Amal. Mommy will take care of everything. Just rest my good boy. Her phone buzzed twice with messages from Auto uncle . She silenced it quickly and smiled at me so sweetly. She picked up her phone and walked away while typing something on her phone.

I feel safe with her here but my mind keeps replaying everything on loop. The way her big soft breasts rubbed all over that driver. How her ass kept grinding back on him with every bump. Those long wet gulping and swallowing sounds behind the curtain while the doctor murmured. The frustrated ache in my chest is so strong and my cock has stayed half hard leaking under the blanket for hours.

Everything still looks completely normal on the surface. Just a helpful driver. Nothing else happened, probably right? I looked to the doorway. Amma left her door half open as always and every once in a while in the hour I could see a quick flash for a second from her phone, like when taking a picture. Maybe I am dreaming because of my fever. I should try to sleep now. The room is quiet except for this small phone screen and the fan spinning above me.

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Title : Online cuckson - 3

after that sex session then next this story happened few months back .

My name is Jayan. I'm 20, and my mom My sexy mom Greeshma is 48. Everyone in our area treats her like a proper, respectable Nair aunty who does puja at 5 AM, speaks softly, and never shows even a hint of skin. She always dbangs her saree perfectly, pallu pinned tight, not even a centimeter of her soft, deep navel visible.

But no matter how modest my mom tries to be, her body betrays her: 36D heavy tits that strain against the blouse, a milky waist, and a 40-inch ass that jiggles and sways with every step. The saree cloth clings to her wide hips and the deep crack of her ass when she walks. I've had to tell her to adjust it a couple of times so other guys would stop looking. She smells like coconut oil, sweat, and gulf perfume.

My father is abroad and rarely comes home, only sending money. So I have to accompany her to weddings.
After the wedding reception, Mom looked at me with that tired, innocent smile. "Auto or bus, Jayan?"
Because of what happened last time with an auto driver, I said bus. Big fucking mistake.

A crowded KSRTC bus arrived in five minutes. Mom got in through the front. I had to squeeze in from the rear door. Sweaty labourers' bodies, cheap perfume, and the stink of heat filled the air. I tried pushing toward the middle, but a gang of college boys blocked me, reeking of cigarettes. Behind me, drunk old men were laughing loudly, their hot breath on my neck.

I could see Mom clearly. She was holding the overhead rail with one hand, trying to balance. Her big breasts inside the blouse were pressed against the pole, the fabric already damp with sweat, dark patches forming under her arms and between her tits. The saree hugged her ass too tightly from behind. I really wanted to go near her and tell her to adjust it.

At the next stop, a massive wave of people shoved in. The college boys shifted and I finally slipped through, getting closer to her. But right then, a short, bulky, dark-skinned labourer in his mid-30s pushed through everyone until he was right behind the women. Unfortunately, he ended up directly behind my mom.

His face was almost in her hair. His crotch was exactly level with her round ass. The crowd kept pushing from behind, and I knew it was going to get worse, but not like what happened next:
The bus jerked forward and my crotch slammed into a metal pole at the same time. I screamed "fuck" internally. While I held my shriveled penis over my pants in pain, I looked at my mother and saw something even more painful.

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Title : Online cuckson - 4

The bus jerked forward and that dark, sweaty labourer didn't even pretend to be innocent. He planted his fat bulge right into the deep valley of Sexy my mom's saree-covered ass, slowly using the movement of the bus as cover. I watched in sick horror as his thick, dark cock head (clearly outlined through his lungi) nestled between her massive cheeks like it belonged there.

Sexy my mom stiffened. Her knuckles went white on the overhead rail. For a second her eyes widened in shock, those innocent lips parting. Then her eyelids fluttered as he gave a slow, deliberate hump, dragging his hard meat up and down the crack of her ass. The thin white saree material was so fucking tight I could see the shape of her asscheeks spreading around his bulge.

She didn't scream. She didn't pull away. She just breathed heavier, her huge tits rising and falling, sweat making the blouse translucent enough that her dark areolas were slightly starting to show through.

When the bus got moving normally, I saw his bulge emerge from my mother's ass. I could clearly see his thick cock head outlining his lungi. It was throbbing. It got worse when he made eye contact with me, somehow figuring out it was my mother's ass he was rubbing on. He grinned a little and looked outside.

While the pain in my penis subsided, I could hear the college boys murmuring:
"Aa vella saree udutha charrakk kando?"
(Do you see that whore in the white saree?)
One of the boys with a nicotine-stained tongue said to the other.

I was enraged. I knew he was talking about my sexy my mom because she was the only one in a white saree. I wanted to punch that guy and beat him up in front of my sexy my mom, but something in my cock twitched when I heard his friend's response:
Avalde kundi keri pidichalo?"
(Wanna grab a handful of her ass?)

I was shook. Here I was, my cock in slight pain while watching someone rub his dirty cock against my sexy my mom's ass, listening to those boys talk about grabbing a handful of the same ass. This shouldn't turn me on... but fuck, why was my cock twitching?
Next stop. More people, no one getting off.

The bus lurched to a halt and fresh bodies poured in like cattle. The crowd crushed tighter, forcing me closer to Sexy my mom but still two bodies away. That dark, sweaty labourer didn't move an inch. If anything, he glued himself harder behind her, his thick bulge now nestled deep between her massive 40-inch asscheeks like it owned her.

Sexy my mom's breathing had changed. Those heavy 38D tits rose and fell faster under the damp blouse, the thin white fabric sticking to her sweat-slick skin. Her dark, fat nipples were starting to poke visibly against the wet cloth. She kept her innocent face turned slightly away, staring out the window like nothing was happening, but her wide hips gave the tiniest, involuntary twitch every time the bus swayed.

The labourer felt it. He grinned again, eyes half-lidded, and rolled his hips in a slow, filthy grind. I watched his fat, dark cockhead drag upward through the thin saree, splitting her deep asscrack, then press down hard so the outline of her plump pussy lips briefly showed through the stretched material. The coconut oil and sweat smell from her body mixed with his cheap beedi stink.

One of his rough black hands was on the overhead bar right next to hers, his thick fingers brushing her soft wrist. The other hand stayed low, adjusting his lungi and leaking cock, "steadying" himself on her milky waist. His palm was on her hip, I'm sure some of his precum mixed with her sweat there. His thumb pressed into the side of her deep navel through the saree, squeezing the soft flesh.

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Title : Online cuckold son - 5

My cock was fully hard now, aching against my pants and crushing itself against the steel pole every once in a while. I hated it. I hated how my respectable mom was letting this low-class bastard use her fat ass like a cheap whore in public. But I couldn't stop staring. The college boys had pushed nearer too. One of them, tall and skinny with a cigarette pack in his pocket, openly stared at Mom's jiggling tits.

"Fuck man, look at those melons bouncing," he muttered just loud enough for me to hear. "That aunty's blouse is about to tear." His friend laughed low. "Her kundi is getting a proper massage from that guy. See how she's standing with legs slightly apart? Vedi aanu, da. (She's a slut, man.)"

Mom heard them. Her cheeks flushed dark red, but she only bit her lower lip and shifted her weight. That small movement pushed her huge ass back firmer into the labourer's crotch. He took full advantage, giving a slow, deliberate thrust, humping her properly now, his lungi-covered cock sliding up and down the entire length of her crack. I could see the wet patch forming on her white saree where his precum was leaking through.

The bus took a sharp turn. Everyone swayed hard. The bastard used it perfectly. He grabbed my mom's fleshy hip with one hand and ground his thick bulge right against her pussy from behind, pressing the saree deep between her thighs. For a second her eyes fluttered shut and a tiny, helpless whimper escaped her soft lips.

I was close enough now to smell her. That coconut oil, sweat, and gulf perfume now mixed with pure steamy arousal. Her pallu had slipped just a little at the side, revealing one inch of her creamy waist and the deep, sweaty navel she never let any other man see.

The labourer noticed me watching again. This time he didn't grin. He just stared straight into my eyes, slowly dragged his bulge out of her asscrack, and then deliberately pushed it back in deeper, folding the saree into her crack so the shape of her fat ass was completely outlined for anyone looking, all while staring straight at me.

Mom was sweating profusely. Her thighs pressed together. She was breathing through her mouth now, those innocent Nair aunty lips parted, a thin sheen of sweat on her upper lip.

The college boys were whispering filthier things.
"Imagine sucking on those black nipples..."
"Bet her pussy is dripping down her thighs already..."
"Bro, is that her son standing there?"

My own cock was leaking in my pants. I wanted to drag her away. I wanted to punch that dark bastard. But mostly I wanted to keep watching what would happen when the next big bump came.

The bus groaned forward again, engine rumbling as it picked up speed on the highway. The crowd surged with the motion, smashing everyone tighter together. I was now only one sweaty body away from Mom, close enough to see the droplets of sweat sliding down her neck and disappearing into the deep cleavage.

The dark labourer had both hands on her now. One dark, thick, calloused palm stayed planted on her milky waist, fingers digging into the white flesh while his thumb kept circling the edge of her hidden navel through the thin saree. His other hand "slipped" lower, openly cupping the lower swell of her massive ass cheek like he was steadying himself. He squeezed. Hard. The white fabric sank deep between her cheeks under his grip.

Mom's breath hitched. Her soft, innocent lips stayed parted as he rolled his fat, lungi-covered cockhead up and down her crack in long, deliberate strokes. The wet patch on her saree had grown darker, spreading. Whether it was his precum or hers, I couldn't tell anymore. Probably both.

She didn't remove his hand. She just stood there, respectable face burning with shame, breathing heavier while this low-class bastard used her fat ass like it was his personal fucktoy. I hated it all.

"Ente ponnu mone..." one of the college boys whispered behind me, voice thick with lust. "Avalude blouse-il ninnu nipples kanunnu. Parich edukan kollam." (Her nipples are visible through the blouse. Looks like we can just pluck them.)
Another one chuckled. "That dark fucker is lucky. I'd pay to grind on that big white ass for five minutes." Their words made my cock throb painfully hard. I was leaking steadily now, a wet spot forming in my own pants. I hated how turned on I was watching my own mother get humiliated in public.

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title : online cuckold son - 6

The labourer grew bolder with the next sharp turn. He pulled My Sexy mom's hips back against him with both hands and gave a slow, powerful hump, practically dry-fucking her ass now. His thick dark meat dragged right over her pussy from behind, pressing the saree deep between her plump lips. I saw her thick thighs tremble. A tiny, helpless "mmh..." escaped her throat, so soft only I and the bastard behind her could have heard it.

Her pallu had slipped more. Two full inches of her creamy, sweat-glistening waist were visible now, that deep navel shiny and inviting. The labourer didn't waste it. His rough fingers traced the edge of her navel, then boldly dipped inside for a second, twisting slowly like he was fingering it. My Sexy mom's hand shivered on the rail.

He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear, and I heard him whisper something in crude Malayalam. I couldn't catch all of it, but I heard "kunna" (cock) and "pundachi" (prostitute) clearly enough. My Sexy mom's ears turned red, but her ass pushed back against his bulge in response, almost imperceptibly.

The college boys noticed everything. "Fuck, she's enjoying it," one breathed. "Look at her pushing that fat ass back on him. Proper bus slut, right bro?" The sharp stink of the labourer's precum-soaked lungi and the unmistakable musky scent of her wet pussy leaking through the saree reached my nose. Another big speed-breaker was coming up ahead. The bus driver never slowed down for them.
The labourer felt it too. He adjusted his stance, spread his legs a little wider, and gripped my mother's wide hips with both strong hands, positioning his throbbing bulge right against her soaked cunt from behind like he was about to mount her properly when the bus hit the bump.

The bus hit the big speed-breaker hard. Everyone lurched forward violently. The dark labourer used it as a gift from god. He yanked My Sexy mom's wide hips back with both rough hands and thrust forward at the same time. His thick, lungi-covered cock slammed right between her thighs from behind, grinding hard against her soaked pussy through the thin white saree. The fabric sank deep between her plump cunt lips. I saw the obscene outline of her fat pussy clearly molded around his fat dark meat.

My Sexy mom's eyes rolled back for a second. A low, shaky "Aaaahh..." slipped from her innocent lips before she could bite it down. Her dark, thick nipples were rock hard and clearly visible, poking like two shameless bullets. He didn't stop. As the bus steadied, he kept her pulled back against him and started humping my respectable Nair my Sexy mom's cunt from behind like a street bitch. The wet patch on her saree grew darker and bigger, her juices mixing with his leaking precum, turning the white cloth almost transparent over her ass and pussy.
One of the college boys whistled low. "Bro, she's getting fucked standing."

That broke the last bit of restraint. The labourer grinned at me, then boldly slid one hand under My Sexy mom's pallu and shoved it inside her saree. His thick black fingers disappeared under the fabric and found her bare, sweaty waist. He squeezed her soft flesh hard, then moved lower. I watched his arm flex as he pushed two rough fingers straight into her dripping pussy from behind, saree still between them, finger-fucking her openly in the crowded bus.

My Sexy mom's thighs trembled badly. Her mouth hung open, breathing like a whore, sweat pouring down her neck into her deep cleavage. She tried to keep her "respectable" face, but her hips were rolling back onto his invading fingers on their own.


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Title : online cuckold son - Final

The college boys moved in. The tall one with the cigarette pack pressed against her side, openly grabbing one heavy tit through the blouse and squeezing it hard. "How are you, aunty?" he groaned, pinching her fat nipple and twisting it. The second boy reached from the other side and mauled her other breast, pulling the pallu completely off her shoulder. Her deep, sweaty navel and soft belly were now fully exposed to half the bus.

I was frozen, cock throbbing painfully, leaking like a tap. The labourer pulled his fingers out, yanked his lungi aside, and pulled his cock out--thick, dark, veiny, uncut, and dripping. Without any shame he rubbed the fat naked cockhead up and down Mom's soaked saree-covered slit, then pushed the cloth aside with his fingers and pressed his bare cock against her Nair pussy.

One hard thrust and half his thick meat disappeared inside my mother's cunt in the middle of the crowded KSRTC bus.
Mom moaned loudly. A proper slutty moan that made heads turn. "Uhhh... ayyo... aaahh..." she whimpered, but her ass pushed back greedily, swallowing more of his dirty labourer cock.

He started fucking her properly, long, deep strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her thighs. Her massive asscheeks rippled with every thrust. The college boys held her up, one sucking on her exposed nipple through the wet blouse, the other squeezing and slapping her tits while whispering filthy shit in her ear.

She came hard within a minute. Her whole body shook, eyes rolled back, soft respectable mouth open in a silent scream as her pussy clenched around that low-class cock. Fresh juices ran down her thick thighs. Mom's body jerked with every spurt as another small orgasm ripped through her while she felt him empty inside her.

He stayed inside her for a long minute, grinding slowly, making sure every drop stayed deep. When he finally pulled out, a thick string of cum stretched from his cock to her gaping pussy before breaking and dripping down her saree.
The college boys didn't waste time.

The tall skinny one with the cigarette pack moved first. He bent my mom down and turned her face toward him, pallu completely off her shoulders now. He rubbed his hard cock over her soft cheek, smearing precum across her innocent lips.
"Open your mouth, aunty," he whispered.

Mom hesitated for just a second, eyes glassy with shame and lust. Then her plump lips parted. He pushed the head of his cock inside slowly, letting her taste him. She closed her eyes and started sucking slowly. Hesitant at first, then deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she took more of his length. The wet, obscene sucking sounds mixed with the bus noise.

While she bobbed on his cock, the second college boy lifted one of her thick legs slightly, pushed her saree higher, and slid his own cock into her freshly creampied pussy. He fucked her with long, lazy strokes, pushing the labourer's cum deeper with every thrust while she moaned around the dick in her mouth.

The tall boy grabbed her hair and started face-fucking her properly, pushing deeper until she gagged softly, spit dripping down her chin onto her heaving tits. "Good slut... suck it like that," he groaned. They took turns after that.
She came again and again, once while choking on a cock, another time when two of them sucked her nipples at the same time while fingering her cum-filled cunt. I just stood there watching my modest, puja-doing mom get used like the biggest bus slut, my own cock shooting hands-free in my pants.

We finally got down at our stop two hours later. Cum stains covered the back of her saree, her pallu barely covering her bitten and sucked tits, fresh loads still leaking down her inner thighs. She walked slowly, legs shaky, but held my arm like the innocent mother everyone knew.

At home she took a long bath without saying a word. That night, while I jerked off remembering everything, she came into my room wearing only a thin nightie, no bra, nipples still swollen. She looked at me with those same soft eyes, cheeks flushed.
"Tomorrow there's another wedding function, Amal," she whispered, voice husky. "We should take the bus again... it's cheaper."

She smiled shyly, turned around, and walked out, her ass swaying, already knowing exactly what kind of mother she had become. And she knew I would never stop her.

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Title : Andra Couple first time Cuckold fantasy - 1

I met a couple on this site. They are 37 and 32 years old. They are Telugu by origin, but they are currently living in Tamil Nadu. Her name is Nalini age 32 chubby white color body damn sexy ass shape .  They have a sex desire already I have fucked one time then this is second session fucking meet at pub party . She wants the place to have a pub-like atmosphere—somewhat public, but with the room kept mostly dark and only a few lights, creating a dimly lit ambiance. She wants someone to dance with her that guy must gym body he fuck her like mad rough sex front of husband . so read it story how happened like that .

They started their journey by car. She looked over at her husband. The lights of the oncoming cars briefly illuminated his face before plunging him back into darkness. She observed his finger tapping on the top of the steering wheel, his knuckles not exactly white, but getting there.

"Relax, baby. Yes, I'm sure." She reached over and patted his thigh. He'd worn his best dark slacks that hugged his body, showing off his trim physique. The dark blue dress shirt and cufflinks, with his black leather shoes capped off the outfit, making him look even more handsome than usual. "We don't have to do anything." He turned to look at her as the lights flickered over him. She saw the concern in his eyes, and it warmed her heart.

"I know that, silly." She grinned at him, then flipped her long, brunette hair over her shoulder. "We talked about this. Several times, if you remember." She raised her eyebrows at him. Nodding, he turned back to the road, his head craning to read the sign for the upcoming exit. He sighed. "Okay. I just don't want you to feel... I don't know. Pressured?" He shrugged.

"Look, neither of us really know what to expect at this place. Let's go, have some drinks. Sue told us there's dancing, and that's always loads of fun." She rubbed his thigh, her hand moving up and over his crotch.
He glanced over at her, one side of his lips raised in a half smile.

"And then maybe we'll wander around, get the feel of the place. See what it's like when they do... that."
"Alright," he said as he exhaled loudly, the tension draining out of him. "That sounds like a plan."
She moved her fingers around his flaccid cock. "Who knows? Maybe you'll find some big-titted blonde, and I'll find myself all alone while you're off fucking her."

He chuckled. "That'll be the day." He turned and looked at her, taking in her striking looks. Silky brown hair fell between her shoulders, framing her elfin face with dark green eyes and ruby red lips. His eyes quickly traced down over her breasts before turning back to the road.

"Do you think this is too much?" She tugged at her short red dress that rode up several inches above her knees. It wrapped around, with one thin string of fabric that she tied in a bow, holding it together. One tug and she'd show everyone what he saw every day.

Her boobs were works of art. Larger than a handful, they fit her body to perfection. Firm enough to not flop around obscenely when she went without a bra like she had this night.

"No, my love. You are incredibly beautiful. That dress fits you perfectly."
"Is it dangerous?"
His eyebrows rose. "Dangerous?"
"Yeah, silly. How many times did you walk by and untie it and I didn't even know?"
He laughed, then nodded. "Well, if we're out there dancing and you feel a draft, check the knot."
She squeezed his stiffening cock, making him jump. "Hey!"
"Careful, buster! You better hope no one unties me."
"Well, we are going to a sex club. That'd be the place for it, I guess." He grinned over at her, then turned back to the road.

"You're so bad! I've only got my thong on under this." She shook her head and looked out the side window. "We're way out there, huh?"
He nodded. "Yeah, it's about thirty miles out of town. We get off on the next exit."

They took the off-ramp, then followed a dark country road a few more miles before turning into a driveway that had two stone lions on either side. "This must be the place." They both looked through the windshield at the brightly lit mansion that came into view as they rounded the last turn in the driveway.

Pulling up, a sharply dressed valet welcomed them, and Pavan showed him their invitation. He pointed the way, then got in their car and drove away. Nalini put her arm through her husband's as he led her up the wide stone stairs toward the tall, ornate wooden doors. It opened as they approached and the sound of loud, thumping music spilled out into the still night.

They paused at the door, looking around, and then Nalini tugged at his arm. "Come on, it'll be fun. Look at this place!"
He took a deep breath, then stepped over the entrance into a wide foyer. It arched high overhead, and through a broad arch in front of them, they could see a smoky dancefloor with turning lights that pulsed to the strong, pounding music.
Stopping by an ornate desk, they checked in and provided their information and invitation. After a moment, the clerk welcomed them and gave them an overview of the club, then wished them a wonderful evening.

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[Hotguy143]

                               Title :  Lady constable fucked with me - 1

I met someone who shared his desires with me. How I met her and what happened between us—read the story to find out. His name is Ganesh He is 40 . and her name is Vaishnavi. She is 32 years old and extremely beautiful. She works as a constable in the security officer department.

It took me a long time to finally meet her, but eventually, the meeting was a success. ( with husband support )
I’ll tell you the whole story in her own words. Read it and enjoy .

I am a security officer head constable Vaishnavi. My husband’s name is Krishnan. He is an insurance agent. I have a son, Surya. He is doing his bachelor’s degree in a nearby college. I was a traditionalist woman until this happened in my life. Let me start the story.

    (  The reason I had to be so forceful was that she liked it that way. She had a particular fantasy, and that’s why I did it that way. )

                                                 *******

One day I came home after long hours of duty. I found my son with contusions and cuts all over his face. He was crying. I was dismayed by seeing him like that. My husband was cleaning my son’s wounds with a cotton sponge. On seeing me enter the house, my son started shouting,

“Mum, Mahesh thrashed me in the playground”.

I got enraged hearing that. “Where is this bastard’s house?” I asked furiously.
My husband told me Mahesh’s whereabouts. He said, “Honey, you go and ask him to leave our son alone”.

I rode my scooty to his house. I was in my khaki uniform. As soon as I reached his house, I parked the scooty and walked towards the door. Before I press the calling bell, a fine-looking boy in his twenties opened the door. “Come in, madam,” he said with a mannish voice.

I was very angry until I saw him. He had a pair of dark brown magnetic eyes which I cannot see directly. His face was covered with an evenly grown thick beard. He was lean as well as athletic. He had a body of a boxer in a lightweight category. He was neither tall nor short, it was the perfect height as I would say. He had a macho body language.

I stood there frozen for a second. And suddenly, I regained my senses. After removing my boots, I walked into his house without saying anything. He closed the door and followed me.

Me: Do you know why I am here?

Mahesh: Did Gopal father gave a complaint or something?

Me: Actually no, I am Gopal mother.

Mahesh: I didn’t know that Surya had such a hot mother.

(I started to blush and smiled a little.)

Me: Where is your mom, I need to talk to her?

Mahesh: I am afraid that my parents won’t be here until tomorrow morning.

Me: Ok. Let me come to the point..(before finishing my sentence, he intervenes.)

Mahesh: Do you want a cup of coffee or something?

Me: I didn’t come here for coffee.

Mahesh: Then why are you here, aunty?

(I gained all my confidence and started to talk.)

Me: I am here to warn you that if you don’t stop bullying my son, you will have to face serious consequences.
Mahesh: You and I both know why I bully your son. He is a weakling, a crybaby. It is natural for the stronger to prey on the weaker.

Me: How dare you? (I slapped him!)

Mahesh (comes closer to me): I always like ascendant women like you. Enough talking about your son, let’s talk about your husband, darling.

(I raised my hand to slap him again but this time he held my hand.)

Mahesh: I know your husband is a wimp. That’s why you are here to confront me. He is not even a man to face me. I know you are dying for a real man inside.

Me: That’s not true, you prick. (I tried hard to free my hand from his hand.)

Mahesh: Darling, you are a terrible actor. I can tell by your face that you need a real man to tame you.
Me: You are holding the hand of a security officer officer against her will. You can go to jail for this, are you aware of that?
Mahesh: Come on, I am not holding your hand against your will. This is what you desire, darling – a manly touch. (he let my hand go free.)

Me: I can arrest you for what you have done. But I don’t want to spoil a boy’s life. Stop bullying my son and I will forgive you.

Mahesh: Farling, I am going to touch your breasts and I am 100% confident that you are not going to stop me from doing it. (Saying that, he put his hand on my breast over my uniform and started cupping it).

Me: Take your hand off my breast (I said it in a smothered voice).

I was slowly giving myself into his touch. My primal urges started to take control of me. He knew very well how to handle a woman’s breast.

Mahesh: So, why are you not taking my hands off your body? Your hands are free now.

I didn’t say anything.

Mahesh (taking his hand off my breast): I will not touch you unless you ask for it).

My pussy started to moisten. I wanted his touch badly. I wanted him to satisfy me. I was decent looking woman. I had 34D size breasts with equally gigantic buttocks. I had blubbery belly hid under my tight uniform.




story to be continue ...

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                   Title :  Lady constable fucked with me – 2

My plump cheeks were full of pimple scars and I had a grey and black ponytail till my shoulders. My silver nose piercing was right next to a mole in my face. Many of my senior officers longed for me. I never entertained them. But this was different. I was feeling like a teenage girl falling in love for the first time.

Me: I want your fingers to caress me. (I muttered)

Mahesh :What? Say that looking into my eyes.

Me: I want you to run your hands all over my body (I burst out) looking straight into his eyes.

He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me towards him.

Mahesh :I am going to make you whine like a whore. Your son needs a real man as a father. I will father him.
On saying that, he placed his lips over my lips. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue into my mouth. His tongue explored my mouth. I hugged him tightly.

He took his hands and snatched my buns. He started pressing it vigorously. Both of our bodies were melting onto each other. We both started to interchange our saliva.

Mahesh : moved his head apart to broke the kiss. A cord of saliva connecting his lips with my lips broke as he moved his head away from mine. He took his hands and started unbuttoning my khaki shirt. And soon, I was in my black shimmy (camisole). My red bra strap was visible now.

In a blink of an eye, he removed my shimmy. He kissed on my bosoms over my bra. My erect nipple was ready to pierce through my bra. His hands slowly reached for my bra hooks. Soon my bra fell on the floor.

Now, I was In front of him wearing only pants. He buried his head in between my both boobs and started to rub his face there. I felt his beard brushing against my boobs. His hands were pinching and twisting my nipples. A blasting moan came out of my mouth.

My hands reached his pants and unbuttoned his jeans. He was wearing black trunks. I pulled down his trunks till his knees to release his python free. It was a cleanly shaved and circumcised penis. It was about the size of a pornstar’s tool. It had a dark pink glans.

Story to be continued ..

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Lady constable fucked with me - final

I knelt down before him and kissed over his balls. He took his cock and rubbed it over my lips. His precum was now moisturizing my dried lips. I opened my mouth to take his cock rod inside. It was much bigger than I thought. It was twice the size of my husband’s cock.

He slowly started to piston my mouth with his rod. It reached my throat. My tongue coiled around his cock. Meanwhile, I was massaging his balls with my both hands. He started emitting a tacit moan. He mouthfucked me for about 10 minutes.

My jaws started to ache. I signalled him to stop. He took his cock out of my mouth. He still didn’t cum. His cock was now harder than ever. He now undressed himself and stood nude in front of me. I was standing semi-naked in front of him.

He took his hand and begin removing my pants. I helped him a little to remove my pants. Now he could see my brown panties drenched in my vaginal fluids. He slid two of his fingers into my panties and begin rubbing it. I was in paradise and started to moan.

Then he took his fingers out of my panties and started licking it. Shortly after that, he removed my panties too. I couldn’t believe that I was standing nude in front of my son’s bully waiting to be fucked by him. I used to keep my privates clean. My red swollen pussy lips were dripping my vaginal honey on the floor.
He made me turn and started spanking my ass. I was moaning out of pain and pleasure.

mahesh : From now on, you should not have sex with your husband. Your pussy belongs to me. You are exclusively mine.

Me: I am only for you, baby. I am your whore.

mahesh : You should tell our little dirty secret to your husband. If he is not happy with our relationship then, you should leave him.

Me: Yes, I will leave him. I will do anything for you.

My son’s bully made me lie on the floor. He positioned himself over me and started to rub his penis over my vaginal lips. I outspread my legs as far as I could. A slow moan came out of my mouth.

All of a sudden, he inserted his penis into my pussy. “AHHHHHH  ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhahhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ” came out of my mouth. He began ramming my pussy. The liquids from my pussy started flowing like a river. I was in a euphoric state.

His thrusts began increasing in pace. Our moans echoed everywhere inside the house. He fucked me in the high tempo for about twenty minutes. Then he withdrew his penis out.

He took a cushion from the sofa and placed it under my butt. Now my pussy was several degrees steeper to his penis. He inserted his penis inside me again but, this time my son’s bully rammed my pussy slower. His penis reached the deepest corners of my pussy. It stretched my pussy to its limits. I had never been fucked like this before. His penis touched my cervix. A pulse passed through my whole body and made it shiver. I could also feel his muscles tightening.

I buried my nails on his back. We both looked into each other’s eyes. We both had an orgasm. My vagina erupted like a volcano. Several ounces of vaginal syrup oozed out of my womanhood. My son’s bully shot his warm watery cream inside my vagina. We both lay on the floor nude, breathing heavily for a few minutes.

Then my mobile phone started to ring. The call was from my son. It had been almost three hours after I left home. I attended the phone and said, “Mom is coming home, honey”. I came back to my senses.

I got dressed and left the place. I rode my scooty back to my house. When I reached my house, my son asked me, “what did you do to him, mom?”. I replied to him, “He’s been taken care of, honey”.
Then I went into the bathroom to take a bath. When I opened my pussy lips to clean, a few drops of his cream came out.

I could feel my hips hurt a little. When I went to sleep that night, my guilt of cheating my husband was subdued by the temptation of getting fucked by Mahesh again. He used me like slut ... with his friends also .

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