The next morning I got up with butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking about what I had learned. My mother and Shyam Uncle were actually doing naughty things with each other for most of the night! I was shocked and amazed to how daring they both were, doing dirty stuff while my father was at home. But I was wondering, did they do it in the living room sofa or were they using Mom-Dad’s bedroom? I felt a cold shiver when the thought of them fucking each other right beside my sleeping Dad, crossed my mind. But I immediately dismissed the thought realizing that this was impossible. No way could they have dared to do that!
I went downstairs to the living room and saw that no one was there on the sofa. But the sofa was still a mess and this meant Uncle Shyam had left early. It was 7:00 AM in the morning and my mom and Dad were still asleep. Truth be told, I was half-expecting my mother to stay asleep after what she must’ve endured last night. I went to the bathroom.
I went to the bathroom and inside, to my surprise, I saw my mom’s nighty that she was wearing last night, hanging from the bathroom clothesline. Wow, does that mean that she’s sleeping naked in my parents’ bedroom right now! I know Dad is still there and it’s totally natural for husband-and-wife to be sleeping in the nude. But the thought of my mom’s naked, chubby frame laid down on the soft bed caused my limp prick to twitch a little. But there was more.
I went downstairs to the living room and saw that no one was there on the sofa. But the sofa was still a mess and this meant Uncle Shyam had left early. It was 7:00 AM in the morning and my mom and Dad were still asleep. Truth be told, I was half-expecting my mother to stay asleep after what she must’ve endured last night. I went to the bathroom.
I went to the bathroom and inside, to my surprise, I saw my mom’s nighty that she was wearing last night, hanging from the bathroom clothesline. Wow, does that mean that she’s sleeping naked in my parents’ bedroom right now! I know Dad is still there and it’s totally natural for husband-and-wife to be sleeping in the nude. But the thought of my mom’s naked, chubby frame laid down on the soft bed caused my limp prick to twitch a little. But there was more.
I noticed that the nighty hadn’t been washed yet, which meant it still had some clues as to what happened last night. I picked it up off the clothesline and began to examine it. As I was going through the fine silk garment, I noticed some odd things – parts of nighty where my mother’s luscious breasts would normally fit still had dried up wet patches on it and it looked like the patches had become bigger than when I saw them last night in the kitchen. This meant someone had been sucking on her grape-sized nipples even more last night, hence the wet patch. I moved further down and noticed that parts of her nighty had become very rough, and there were yellow stains on several portions of the lower-side of the nighty. I sniffed it and as I took in the aroma, a feeling of lust and shock overwhelmed my being. The smell was a mixture of cum, urine and a strong musky aroma that I normally get while sniffing my mom’s used panties. Wow! My dick immediately got rock hard and I started sniffing the material vigorously and even began licking it eagerly with my tongue. I was consumed with lust thinking about all the naughty things Uncle Shyam and my sweet, homely, mature mother would have done last night. I then took off my shorts and my 6-inch dick sprang to life. I then wrapped part of the nighty over my aching prick and started stroking it up-and-down over the length of my shaft.
"Ohhhhh…mommy….ahhhh…mmmm….feels sooo good, mother!", I head myself uttering those words as I came closer and closer to orgasm.
My eyes fell towards the small hidden camera inside the bathroom and just as I was about reach the pinnacle of my arousal, I stopped! I needed to save my cum so that I would be able to see what had actually happened last night. I placed the nighty back on the clothesline and I noticed a part of my precum had actually stuck to the nighty. I smiled evilly, thinking how sexy it would be for my mom were to wash this piece of cloth with her soft, bare hands while my cum was still freshly clinging to it.
I then put on my pants and quickly gathered the memory-card from the bathroom camera. I took the same from the kitchen and the living room, but was unable to access my parents’ bedroom because my mom and Dad were still asleep there. My heart was pounding with anticipation. I was slightly nervous about what I would see in those tapes. But I wanted to see them anyways.
As I was about to enter my room, I saw my parent’s bedroom door pry open and to my amazement, my mom slowly creeped out from inside. My heart started beating rapidly when I saw her. This time she was wearing a red color blouse and petticoat only. Two of her blouse hooks were undone causing a good portion of her milky white bombs to spill out of the flimsy cloth and form a deep cleavage in between. Her petticoat was tied just above her waist, and as a result, the inviting folds of her tummy and her deep, juicy navel were in full view. I imagined she had changed into this last night after the naughty session with Uncle Shyam.
She was still half asleep when she stepped out of the room and was constantly yawning. After noticing me standing near my room and staring at her awkwardly, she immediately appeared a bit scared. "Hey…why are you staring at me like this?", she asked in a stutteringly nervous manner.
I quickly turned away and said, "No, nothing. Actually, last night I saw you enter your bedroom wearing a nightgown. And now, in the morning you’re dressed in a blouse and petticoat…"
My sweet, innocent mother’s face immediately turned red. Obviously she could not tell her own son the truth so she was fumbling for words. After a good 30 seconds, she replied, "Actually, I was feeling hot last night wearing that huge nighty. So, I changed into something more comfortable as soon as I got in." A clever answer, no doubt. But I internally smiled knowing the real reason.
Anyways, after the small talk, I went inside my room and locked it. I had a strong urge to watch the tapes, but decided to wait until the house was empty and I had a chance to grab the last camera from Mom & Dad’s bedroom.
The opportunity came two hours later. My Dad and mom had gone out to the market after having breakfast and this was the chance I was waiting for. I quickly went inside their bedroom and grabbed the memory card from inside the camera, that was hidden in the bookshelf directly opposite to the queen-size bed. My heart started beating rapidly again and my cock twichted inside my pants, because of the guilty thoughts of watching what had happened last night between my mother and Uncle Shyam.
My parents would be away for at least 2-3 hours depending on traffic and this was my chance to watch my mom get thoroughly molested by this perverted neighbor of ours. I turned on my PC and as I was trying to figure out which memory card to put in first, I remembered the time last night when my mom had accidentally spilled some whisky onto her nighty as well as Uncel Shyam’s pants. After that incident, she had gone to the kitchen to clean up her nighty and Uncle Shyam had gone to the bathroom. But they both took nearly 15 minutes to come back to the living room. I knew something was fishy so I wanted to check that out.
I downloaded last night’s kitchen and bathroom videos on to my PC from their memory cards respectively and then proceeded to watch both videos simultaneously in my VLC and Real Time Players. I skipped to the part where my mom entered kitchen right after the drink was spilled.
"Uff….I can’t take this anymore! Why did he have to tell him to stay for a drink?!", my mom murmured to herself, obviously she was extremely upset at my Dad for asking Uncle Shyam to stay for a drink. His presence was making her super uncomfortable. Plus the fact that Uncle Shyam tried to grope her tits right in front of her husband was making her even more edgy and fearful.
She started cleaning out the portions of the nighty where the drink had spilled. She first applied water on it causing that portion of her dress to become quite wet. As a result, it was easy to make out the outline of her fleshy tummy over the fabric. Realizing that, she quickly started wiping it off with a paper towel.
Meanwhile, I heard the bathroom door open. I immediately switched screens to see that it was Shyam Uncle who had entered the bathroom. This part I remembered, so again I switched screens onto the kitchen because it was obviously more exciting to see my mother in that state trying to clean up her mess.
Two minutes later, I could hear the bathroom door shut. Over the audio, I could overhear the loud sounds of me and my Dad chatting with each other about my studies, in the living room. Suddenly, my eyes got fixated on the camera as I saw Uncle Shyam slowly and silently creeping up behind my mother like a lion stalking his prey. She was completely unaware of this because she was facing the basin (sink) and was busy cleaning up the mess on her nightgown.
Almost immediately he pounced on her from behind, grasping her mouth with one hand to stop her from screaming and with the other hand he grabbed the chubby circumference of her waist. My mom was initially startled by the sudden assault, but Uncle Shyam whispered something in her ear (which I couldn’t hear) and she slowly started to calm down.
As soon as she became completely stable, Uncle Shyam slowly removed his hand from her mouth and brought it slowly down to her luscious right breast. Although my mom had become completely calm, I could clearly see the fear on her face. "What are you doing, Shyam Babu? Please let me go. My husband and my son are just in the next room. Please let me go for now.", she whispered and pleaded.
"Dhuss…those two are busy chatting! And your husband himself invited me for a drink! So what’s the issue?", he said and cupped her right breast gently. My mother tried to release Uncle Shyam’s grip, but he was too strong. My cock became rock hard watching her struggle like that.
"No no, please Shyam Babu. If either of them come up here then my life will be ruined!", she pleaded as Uncle Shyam’s grip on her right mammary became tighter and his left palm started roaming across her belly area, trying to trace my mom’s deep, juicy navel over her nightdress.
"Shut up, you slut! As it is I’m holding your lovely tits after a long time…", he commented while fondling my mom’s right breast, "…and now you’re playing hard to get? No way! And didn’t I tell you slut, to always wear revealing clothes when I come over!", he gently squeezed her right nipple to remind her.
My mom immediately bit her lip to stop herself from moaning at the pleasure and pain. The scene was so erotic that I couldn’t help but stroke my hard prick over my pants. "Ahhhhhh…", I moaned in place of my mom just out of sheer pleasure that I was getting while watching this sexy video.
Uncle Shyam finally found her navel and expertly began rolling his fingers over my mother’s overtly sensitive belly-button, causing her to shudder and shake in excitement. "Please stop! I feel strange. I’m telling you I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were coming tonight. Please let me go for now. Someone might come in the kitchen.", she pleaded again.
But Uncle Shyam was too excited to let go so easily. He turned her around suddenly, giving her no time to react. Then staring into her frightened eyes with his own lusty look, he leaned closer as my mom leaned backwards and finally his lips met hers. Then an all-out frenzy broke out as Uncle Shyam hugged her roughly and pulled her close, while continuing to smooch her. My mom tried to resist but since she couldn’t make a sound , lest we hear her. After a few seconds, she reluctantly started responding to his kiss. The old pervert then stuck out his tongue in the middle of the kiss and began poking between her juicy lips, trying to pry them open. My mother again tried to resist, but ultimately gave up and opened her wet lips, allowing his tongue to invade and disappear inside the warmth of her mouth. I watched in awe as Uncle Shyam and my mom kissed passionately, their tongues wrestling back and forth. My hard dick was now almost close to spewing its load, but I somehow managed to control myself.
They broke the kiss after nearly 3 minutes, after which Uncle Shyam’s huge hands again went back to her large mammaries. He squeezed them roughly as my mom closed my eyes and almost started sobbing. After a while Shyam Uncle stopped and his eyes were fixed on her heavy jugs. I noticed what exactly he was staring at. Owing to the constant pressing and squeezing, my mom’s nipples had become hard and were jutting out from the fabric of the nightgown. Uncle Shyam’s eyes grew bigger and like a curious little boy who just received a new toy, he began circling and poking her nipples with both fingers. No sooner he opened his mouth and began sucking them hard, over the dress.
My mom clutched the edges of the kitchen sink in sexual excitement and again bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning. Her whole body was shivering as the old pervert continued to suckle her nipples with increasing passion. He kept on alternating between the right nipple and the left. He was going crazy and his eyes looked like that of a hungry lion devouring his prey!
He then grabbed my mother’s left hand and shoved it inside his trousers. My mom was too excited to protest and I could make out from the movement of her hands inside his trousers, that she was stroking him vigorously.
I too clutched my cock with both hands, trying to prevent myself from exploding inside my own boxers. After a while, Uncle Shyam stopped. His eyes were still red with lust as he looked at my mom and said, "Ishhhh…whore, it’s only that you’re husband is here that I’m leaving you now! But tonight, I’m gonna eat you out!".
Saying that, he left the kitchen. My mom was still panting. She must’ve orgasmed because all the tit-sucking. She turned around and started straightening herself. After a few seconds, I walked in and I knew what happened after, so I stopped the video.
But it was one hell of a rush! Even though I had stopped myself from cumming, that scene gave me a raging hard-on. I also realized why the area around her nipples had a wet patch on her nighty, when I entered the kitchen last night. I felt so erotic thinking about what had happened and I felt even more excited thinking what more had happened last night. Thinking about that, I inserted the memory card of the camera that was inside my parent’s bedroom.
I skipped to the part where my mom and Dad had entered the room, after my Dad was heavily drunk. My mom laid him on the queen-sized bed and he was immediately asleep. As a matter of fact, my Dad even started snoring. "What a waste of a good hot woman?", I thought when I saw him laid out like that while my mom remained unsatisfied. The time stamp read 11:00 PM.
Nothing happened for the next one-hour so I started fast forwarding the video. Right at midnight, I stopped the fast-forward as I was shocked at what I saw. Although the bedroom was quite dark, I noticed someone very quietly open the door and silently creep inside the room. From the physical frame and the minimalistic light coming from outside, I understood that the guy was indeed Shyam Uncle!
My dick became stiff like a pole as I stared into the screen, watching this hot scene unfolding in front of my eyes. I couldn’t believe the audacity of Uncle Shyam to walk into my parents’ bedroom especially when my Dad was sleeping there. He was careful not to make a sound as he slowly etched his way towards the queen-sized bed, on the side where my mom was sleeping. She was lying on her back with her head tilted away from my Dad, her mouth slightly open and jet-black hair fanned across the pillow.
I could see Shyam Uncle holding his cock over his flimsy trousers, gently stroking the sides in anticipation of what he was about to do. After staring at my mom for about 2-3 minutes, he gently grasped her left arm, careful not to wake her. He started opening his trousers and as soon as he undid the zip, my eyes became wide at the site of his near 8-inch hard-on. My mother, I believed, was totally unaware of what was happening to her in her sleep. Uncle Shyam then placed my mom’s left hand gently on his cock and she subconsciously wrapped her fingers around it. I was shocked as the old pervert began rocking back-and-forth in his standing posture and as a result, his cock was also sliding back-and-forth in my mother’s soft hands. It was such an arousing sight! My sweet, homely mother was actually stroking our neighborhood pervert’s massive shaft, while asleep. The fact that she had no idea what was happening made it even more erotic.
"Ahhhh…", Uncle Shyam whispered soft moans as his prick started drooling pre-cum, lubricating the sensuous slide between my mother’s smooth fingers.
But before he was about to cum, he stopped sliding and moved to release his cock from her grip. Uncle Shyam then slowly pulled back the covers to reveal her body still covered in that modest nightgown. Her huge breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Every time she inhaled her breasts strained to be released from their confinement. My eyes turned wide seeing such a sexy sight of my mom on screen and I could only imagine how horny Uncle Shyam must’ve been feeling.
Uncle Shyam looked at my father for a second to see whether he was still asleep. Obviously he was laid out like a rock, snoring heavily. His eyes again got back to my mother’s lusty, mature body which was only being covered by this flimsy cloth. I noticed surprisingly that her nipples were outlined in the thin material. This was an indication that she was probably dreaming of something really sexy. Uncle Shyam licked his lips, his mouth was probably watering for a taste of her tender rose-buds.
Now he did something even more daring. He placed his hands on her breasts and started kneading them. He started off gently and then started fondling them with vigor. Owing to the sudden assault on her mammaries, my mom immediately opened her eyes and was terrified as she saw this perverted old man fondling her breasts. "Unghhhh…eta ki korchen? Please charun amae!", ("Unghhh…what are you doing? Please leave me!"), she softly protested, knowing they both would be in a huge trouble if my Dad woke up.
Uncle Shyam released one of her breasts and pointed a finger against her lips, "Shhhh..stay silent bitch! You’ll wake your husband! And you know very well what would happen then?" He didn’t need to remind her, she knew very well what would happen if my Dad woke up. As a result, my sweet, innocent mother quietly succumbed to this sexual predator.
Seeing little resistance from her, the old pervert continued to fondle my mother’s luscious mammaries over her modest nightdress and then as if to assert himself, he shoved one hand right inside her nightgown through her neckline. My mother was about to scream but Uncle Shyam placed his one hand over her mouth to stop her. His other hand was now fully inside my mother’s nightdress, exploring her chest and cupping her huge soft melons. She tried to control her struggles so as to not cause my Dad to wake. However, Dad was hard-sleeper and once he had enough drinks in his belly, it was almost impossible to wake him up.
Uncle Shyam then motioned for my mom to grab his stiff dick and without much protest, she clasped his manhood in her hand and gave it some slow, gentle strokes. I noticed the old pervert’s hand furiously exploring the inside of my mom’s dress, mauling at her huge boobies and even pinching her perky nipples. "Mmmmmmmm", my mom cried out in muffled moans over his hand. Uncle Shyam slowly removed his hand off her lips allowing her to moan freely. But my mom was desperately trying to prevent herself from doing that so as to ensure Dad doesn’t wake up.
After a few seconds of continued fondling and stroking, Uncle Shyam took his hand out of my mother’s dress and bent down to whisper something in her ear. As soon as she heard it, her eyes grew wide and she nodded her head as a sign of "No"!
"Please…", Shyam Uncle requested.
"No no…I’m begging you.", she pleaded.
"Nothing will happen, I’m telling you!", he yelled softly enough so that my Dad doesn’t wake up, "Trust me and give up your luscious body to my demands, my sweet sexy baby!"
Uncle Shyam’s sweet words were arousing, but my mom was too scared to accept whatever his demands were. "Ok let me make you feel comfortable.", he said and proceeded to undo the top button on his pant. As soon as the button was undone his pants dropped to the floor and now he was standing naked in front of my mom from waist down, his huge fuck-meat pointed proudly at my mother’s nighty-covered breasts.
My mom’s eyes became wide with fear and excitement, both at the same time. "What are you doing? He’ll wake up.", she said referring to my Dad.
"Nothing will happen, babe.", he said nonchalantly and bent downwards to give my mom a sloppy kiss on her cheeks. "Now it’s your turn. Take off your nighty."
My mom nodded her head in disapproval. "Don’t do such drama, you slut! I’ve seen you naked before, remember? So why are you acting so shy? Take off your nightdress quickly!"
My mother turned around for a second to check whether Dad was still asleep, as if his snoring wasn’t proof enough. Once she was satisfied, she slowly lifted her nighty to her waist, exposing her smooth shapely thighs and her inviting pussy. Uncle Shyam’s eyes got wide as he stared into her mature love-canal, beneath a small triangular patch of tiny dark pubic hair.
The sight of her pussy even made me super horny. A small love-hole with brown juicy clit and a pink interior. I know what Uncle Shyam must’ve been feeling. He wanted to slide his strong, manly joystick deep inside this mature pink slit and lose himself in the pleasure of it’s tightened dampness.
My mom blushed at his facial expressions and meekly said, "Please don’t look at me like that. I’m losing myself in this feeling of embarrassment, happiness, excitement, fear and arousal!" My cock twitched hearing her words.
Uncle Shyam again licked his lips in awe of the sight in front of him. "This is what I want, slut! Tonight I will give you the pleasures of the universe!" After staring in wonder for the longest time, the old pervert finally moved in for a closer look.
My mom bit her lower-lip in anticipation as Uncle Shyam’s face got nearer to her snatch and he inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet musky aroma of her wet clit. Finally, he stuck his bearded prikly face in her pussy and she fierecely bit her lower-lip, "Mmmmmm….nghhhhh…", even that couldn’t stop her soft moans from escaping through them. This was probably too much for Uncle Shyam to take. He had to taste this mature woman’s pussy.
Uncle Shyam climbed on to the bed and sat softly between my mom’s shapely legs. He then brought his mouth again closer to my mom’s love-box and ran his tongue up along the length of her twat. My mother went mad with lust with the feel of his warm wet tongue poking against the thick folds of her juicy cunt and she began tussling on the bed in sexual excitement. Uncle Shyam looked at my Dad from the corner of his eye to ensure he was still asleep and then to stop my mom’s struggling, he grabbed her fleshy thighs tightly with both hands and pinned her to the mattress, while continuing to furiously lick her wet cooch.
"Unghhh…please stop it! Please!", she groaned softly, trying hard not to disclose her full pleasure. Uncle Shyam further probed his tongue inside her juicy pink lips. My mom instinctively opened her legs wider and as I envisioned it, the muscles of her cunt grabbed his tongue and kind of milked it.
I believe Uncle Shyam then found her clitoris/clit and his tongue began a fencing match. He licked up, around and sucked on it. Soon, my mom closed her eyes and opened her mouth to moan softly, "Ahhhhhh…", and immediately her pussy juices began squirting all over Uncle Shyam’s face like a fountain. His whole face was wet with my mom’s love-juices and even parts of her nighty and her legs were wet because of the amount that had trickled. The old pervert was not going to let it go to waste as he lapped up her pussy-juices from her thighs and cunt.
"Ahhh you fucking whore! You’ve become so excited. Today I will fuck you dry!", he said.
My mom was too tired to respond. She was panting heavily owing to the huge orgasm that she had just had. I felt pain. I was hurting. My cock was ready to burst looking at this old pervert taking advantage of my mom right beside my sleeping Dad. Oh what a scene it was!
Uncle Shyam then positioned himself between my mother’s beautiful creamy legs. My mom was too far gone now to protest. Her eyes were closed and she was subtly responding to his sexual advances. His cock looked like a snake pulsing and jerking around. Uncle Shyam held his dick and carefully positioned it along her wet pussy lips. "So Shikha darling, should I shove my massive rod inside your wet, slippery cunt?", he whispered.
My mom looked at him with drowsy eyes, overcome with lust and greed. To my surprise, she nodded her head in approval. She no longer cared that her husband was sleeping beside her, unaware of her cheating. She just wanted a manly cock to fulfill her womanly desires.
As soon as my mother gave him the signal, Uncle Shyam wasted no time. He slowly slided his huge monster of a dick into her awaiting pink portal. I could see my mom’s face contort as he entered her, the feeling of having such a big piece-of-meat invading her was breathtaking for sure. Plus the fact that all this was happening right beside her sleeping husband was even more erotic. When the old pervert was half-way in, my mom wanted to scream out. But as she opened her mouth, Uncle Shyam immediately leaned forward and planted a long, sloppy french-kiss on her lips. I bet he tasted like my mother’s juices since his face was covered with it. But still, she didn’t seem to mind. She was enjoying the feel of Uncle Shyam’s meat-stick inside her mature, aching love-canal.
My own member was almost close to exploding. The scene that I was seeing unfold in fornt of me was that of pure lust. My body was shivering with excitement. But I seriously wanted to hold my sperm until the end of the show.
Inch by inch, he shoved his manhood deeper inside the depths of my mom’s warm, velvety vagina. After a while, he released the kiss and I could see her face overcome with lust. She was biting her lower-lip constantly to stop herself from moaning in both pain and pleasure. Finally, Uncle Shyam was all the way in! And my mom’s eyes widened. She was so overcome with passion that she wrapped her legs around the old pervert’s waist as he continued to pound her pussy slowly and gently. He had found his rhythm and was now sliding in and out of her mound smoothly. My mom was now horny enough and without even asking, she lifted her nightgown up over her head and threw it on the floor. Her huge 36DD boobs were now in full view and were heaving with her every breath, right underneath the old pervert. To my surprise she even smiled like a teenage whore at Uncle Shyam as he invaded her pussy, while staring hungrily at her ridiculous tits.
The old uncle now bent forward again and this time, put his lips on my mother’s right nipple and gently started to suck on it. With his other sweaty hand, he started squeezing my mother’s other creamy, white milk tank. "Ahhhhhhh…", my mother was in ecstasy as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to let out a soft moan. Her nipples hardened owing to the attention and she started breathing even faster. Uncle Shyam began his tongue action by circling her right breast with his warm, wet tongue. He then started to alternate sucking between her left and right boobs, driving my mother to edge of excitement as she almost began pulling her hair in a state of arousal. I bet she was having multiple orgasms as I saw tiny streams of liquid ooze out her love-hole as Uncle Shyam continued to fuck her.
After a while, Uncle Shyam said panting, "Huhhh…Shikha, I’m going to cum! Ahhhh…".
My mom kinda came back to her senses a little bit and said, "No no please Shyam Babu! Don’t cum inside me…".
But it was too late!
Uncle Shyam couldn’t last any longer. I could see him clutching the sides of the mattress as he felt his balls tingling. His butt-muscles tensed up and I noticed the streams of hot, white cum flowing out of my mom’s pussy. Jet after jet of sperm filled her up, I thought it would never stop. Uncle Shyam kept on thrusting as my mom’s closed her mouth with her palm. Her eyes filled with tears.
Moreover, the sight of him cumming inside my mom’s vagina was enough for me to burst out and I too cummed all over my pants.
Cum leaked around his cock and down the crack of her ass. Eventually, he slowed down and as soon as he pulled out his deflated member from my mom’s snatch, he collapsed on the side of the bed. Some of the cum oozed out of my mom’s pussy and landed on the bed sheets. I could see that both of them were exhausted. I was exhausted! And now all three of them were on the queen-sized bed and to my surprise, my father was still snoring totally unaware that her sweet, homely wife had just been by the neighborhood pervert!
After about 5 minutes, Uncle Shyam moved out of the bed and hastily ran towards the bathroom. My mother was still in tears as to what happened and moreover, reality had just hit me! Uncle Shyam just cummed inside my mom! That means she could get pregnant!
After a while, my mom too climbed out of bed and ran out the room. I checked the time stamp. It was 1:30 AM. Right about the time I had heard the footsteps! So, I knew there was nothing more interesting to watch. I closed the video, but I was still worried about what would happen if my mom actually got pregnant with Uncle Shyam’s child!
But anyways, what an adventurous night they had!
After jerking off to that video, a wave of fear suddenly passed through my feeble little mind. For one, I had no idea if my mother was actually pregnant or not. Plus, I was also worried that last night's events may have gone too far and now my mother, who had been transformed into this reluctant horny adulterous housewife in the course of a few weeks, was again going to revert back to her sweet innocent devoted self and I would never again be able to enjoy watching her luscious body in action. As these thoughts filled my mind, I heard my father's voice from downstairs. They were finally back from their short tour and lunch, and had brought Biriyani for me from there as well. But for some reason, I couldn’t eat. The food wouldn’t go down my throat since I was too afraid of what would happen if Dad found out that she is pregnant.
During the evening, I heard the phone ringing in my parents’ bedroom. My Dad was downstairs in the living room, watching TV and drinking his usual brand of whiskey, while my mother was upstairs in that very bedroom. When I heard the phone stop ringing, I picked up the receiver of the telephone in the hall (since it is a parallel connection) and immediately froze when I realized who was on the line.
"What happened, Shikha darling? Are you missing your old lover?"
Immediately my mom replied in a disgusted and angry voice, "What the hell do you think of yourself?! Did you think you could get away with doing anything you want? Do you have the slightest idea about what would have happened if my husband woke up during that time? Aren’t you afraid? It’s a miracle that he didn’t wake up and it’s an even bigger miracle that I started taking birth-control pills since I learned of his coming. Otherwise my life would have been completely ruined!" Phew! I don’t know for sure whether I was happy or disappointed to hear that my sweet homely adulterous mother wasn’t pregnant with this old pervert’s child. But I was definitely relieved. A pregnancy would’ve been tough to explain to Dad.
"Why are you getting so worried, darling? I knew ahead of time that you would take precautions when you heard your husband was coming. That’s why I was tempted to fill your slippery cunt with my warm jizz.", he said with maniacal chuckle.
"Isshhh will you never change your dirty ways and your dirty language?", she asked desperately. Although she sounded desperate, I could sense in her voice a hint of naughtiness when presenting this question to a sick, perverted Uncle Shyam.
"Hahahaha! No, my sweet innocent slut. As long as a hot momma like you will remain in my life, I can’t change. But why are you acting like such a prude? Didn’t you like it when my warm goo slowly and steadily flowed through the parched walls of your lusty vagina and entered your eager womb? I know you cummed really hard when that happened…I could feel it!" There was no verbal answer from my mom but I could hear her breathing heavily on the phone. This bastard’s words were once again having a tantalizing effect on her and I could sense that she was slowly getting horny again.
"Relax, darling. Now, tell me, when are we meeting again?"
"Not now. We’ll see after my husband leaves. And besides, I just received a mail from Siliguri. My cousin brother is sick and I have to go see him. I’m planning to leave tomorrow, for a week. My husband will also be leaving for Delhi, the day after tomorrow. So, I’ll ask him to book my tickets today itself. Bunty will also be going with me."
"What the fuck! For a week?! What the hell ami I going to do for so long, baby?", the old ugly pervert asked in a sad voice.
"Do whatever you want!", and she immediately disconnected the phone.
I could sense the anger in her voice. I bet she too was unhappy about leaving her husband (and to some extent, that old pervert Shyam Uncle) and going to take care of her sick brother. But I was happy that I was going with her, just to keep an eye on her.
At night, at the dinner table, my father revealed that he couldn’t find any tickets in the AC compartments – where the classy people travel – and so he had no choice but to book two general compartment tickets. My mother was furious to hear that and more than that, she looked a bit scared too. The general compartments in any train are notorious for accomodating the poor and middle-class group of people, and was often frequented by addicts, molesters and downright ugly group of assholes! Even I was scared to travel in the general compartments and now with my buxom mature mother with me, I knew things were going to get bad (or adventuruous).
Next day, my mom and Dad were chatting about our trip to meet my uncle (mom’s cousin brother) and she seemed highly worried about travelling in a general compartment. I was listening in from the stairway. My Dad was trying to console her as best as he could. "Why are you getting so worried, darling? Bunty is going with you. And if I could, I would go as well. But I have too much work pending in Delhi. I can’t afford to spend a week in Siliguri. Try and understand."
I heard my mom sobbing."What will Bunty do if someone misbehaves with me? He’s just a kid!"
"Kid?! What are you saying?!", my Dad shouted angrily, "He’s 22 years old! And nothing will happen to you! Nowadays, security is very tight in trains. If something happens, call the TT. Don’t worry. No one will dare touch you in a crowded train."
"Forget it, you will never understand! Go do whatever you want!", she angrily left the conversation mid-way and walked into the kitchen. I guess she was very disappointed and angry with my father’s naivety. He was just too naïve to believe that someone was that perverted.
Our train was scheduled to leave at 10:00 PM in the night. It was going to take us 12 hours to get to Siliguri station from Howrah. I was super worried now, especially since this was a night train and all the creepy assholes come out during that time.
My father was supposed to drop us to the station and we were supposed to get ready by 8:00 PM. When I was ready, I went downstairs and sat on the sofa. A few minutes later I saw my mom coming down as well. She was looking 10 years younger with the kind of make-up she had on – light make-up on her face, dark mascara on her eyelids and a very hot red lipstick. Her pouty lips seemed to me like two fresh oranges any horny man would love to suck on. She was wearing a modest yellow-colored salwar that showed no cleavage as the neckline was far above her luscious breasts and below she was wearing loose leggings that did nothing to accentuate her curvy thigs. Although the salwar kameez showed very little skin, it was actually a very tight fit salwar. Her two shapely 36DD coconuts looked amazingly tight and that bra she was wearing underneath must have been made of some very strong elastic material, because her salwar kamiz was almost exploding at her chest. Every thread of the kamiz was streched to their fullest.
I was getting hard just looking at her and I could only imagine what those middle-low class people in the train would feel. By 8:15 we were ready to leave and my Dad dropped us off at the station. Also, at my mother’s behest, he helped us find our seats in the general compartment and settle our luggage underneath our seats. We had arrived an hour early (at 9:00 PM) and as a result, the compartment wasn’t that crowded. My father gave my mother a slight kiss on the forehead and gave a pat on my back and said, "Have a safe journey! Take care of your mother. Ok?" I nooded my head in a "yes". "Good.", my father said, waved us goodbye and left.
Me and my mom had taken the two lower berths. It was 9:30 PM and the compartment was slowly starting to fill up. Most of the crowd comprised of lower-middle class families, a few college kids and a group of smelly bachelors who appeared to be drunk. Thankfully they were at the other end of the compartment. We were sitting near our respective windows, chatting about how odd it is to travel in the night in this general compartment and with these odd characters, since we would normally travel in AC 2-tier that had a more posh crowd. But she was relieved that at least our section did not have anyone but us. "Fortunately, we don’t have anyone accompanying us in this section of the compartment. You know, Bunty, I was really scared about someone sharing this section with us."
The moment she said this, two guys entered our section. My mom immediately glanced at them with a morbid expression. They were both dark-skinned guys and were probably college students, close to my age. One of them was 6 foot tall with a well built toned muscular body, he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. His T-shirt was skin-tight that accentuated the solid rock-hard muscles on his chest and abs deeply. He was square-jawed, which made him look quite handsome. The other guy was completely opposite, he was thin as a stick and was wearing a loose buttoned-up shirt that almost clung on to his shoulders like a hanger. He was as tall as his friend but his face was covered with pimples and he had a bony jawline. When they entered our section, they were initially shocked to see this fair, busty, mature housewife, sitting at the corner of the lower berth, wearing a skin tight salwar. They kept staring at her with wide hungry eyes that caused my mother to instantly cover up her over-streched melons with her pallu.
The guys became instantly aware of this and immediately turned to face me. The big muscular guy started introducing himself, "Hi, we’re coming from Howrah Engineering College.", he stretched out his hand for a handshake and I shook it immediately. He had a tight grip and his hands seemed kind of rough at first. "My name is Joy and he is Santu. We’re final year Mechanical Engineering students, and we’re travelling to Siliguri for some departmental work." Santu appeared to be a little shy but eventually he shook my hand as well. They both kept on stealing glances at my voluptuous mother, who seemed to be looking out the window without paying any attention to our conversation.
Anyways, I thought it was polite to return the gesture with an introduction of our own. "Hi, my name is Arijit – nickname Bunty." I pointed to my mother. "She is my mother." The two boys were shocked to hear that. I guess they couldn’t believe such a mature woman could actually look so young and hot.
My mom looked at them for a moment and said "Hi", with a slight fake smile. Before, she could turn away though, Joy put his hand out for a handshake and my mother was forced to oblige. As soon as my mom grasped the muscular guy’s hand, he lightly brushed his thumb over her fingers – feeling the smoothness of her fair, taut skin – and gave a wry smile to her. Annoyed by the inappropriate gesture, my mom immediately pulled her hand away and gave him a sour look. But the bastard kept on smiling.
"Hey, if you don’t mind, can we both sit down? It’s been a long walk and my feet are killing me.", he said it with such a casual smile that neither of us could refuse. Plus he had tickets to this section.
My mom and I reluctantly nodded.
"Thank you!"
It was 10:15 PM and the train had started! Joy immediately sat down beside my mom and Santu sat down beside me. The three of us then started chatting about engineering stuff and since my mother was not knowledgeable about the topic, she kept reading a Bengali story book and occasionally was looking outside to admire the scenery. Time and again, while chatting, I noticed Joy shifting in his seat and little by little he was trying to shift closer towards my mom. I was a little worried but I was also quite excited at the prospect of these college guys being attracted to my sweet, homely, voluptuous mother.
It was close to 10:30 PM. Both windows were open and as the night progressed, the wind started getting a little chillier. I closed my side of the window and as soon as my mother tried to to close her side, Joy politely refused. "Aunty, no matter how cold it gets outside, the temperature inside this compartment will always remain hot.", he winked towards his friend as he made that sly comment. Santu just giggled while my mom, who was unable to understand the pun, gave a light smile. "Let the window remain open. If you don’t mind, you can use my blanket. Actually, the blanket is big enough for the both of us. So neither of us will feel cold if we use it." With that being said, he took out a large blanket from his bag and asked to share it.
My mother, feeling cold with the wind blowing, reluctantly agreed. As Joy attempted to wrap the blanket over both their bodies, his hands lightly brushed against my mother huge tits and she immediately shivered and blushed. Joy just looked at Santu and smiled wryly, without saying a word. Now, in the pretext of sharing a single blanket, Joy had moved so close to my beloved mother that I could make out from the outside of the blanket that their arms were almost touching. Our conversation continued as normal and my mom would now occasionally throw in a statement or two in between.
It was 10:45. As our conversation was going, I suddenly noticed that my mom had grown silent and she was occasionally gulping. I even saw beads of sweat forming on her forehead. I wondered why she was sweating when it was getting progressively colder inside the compartment, with her window open. Then, as I looked down towards their blanket, I noticed that young stud Joy’s hand lightly moving under the blanket and from the position of his arm and the way it was moving, I could clearly make out that this pervert was actually fondling my mother’s luscious breasts from underneath the blanket. He was taking full advantage of the cover as I noticed the outline of his fingers lightly tracing the contours of her huge melons. I saw my mother’s face and noticed she was carefully biting her lips to stop herself from moaning.
From her facial expressions, I knew she was feeling uncomfortable. She couldn’t moan or stop this guy from molesting her because she was afraid of how I would react. This bastard, however, was taking full advantage of her helplessness as he was trying to feel the hardness of her boobs. I could see him pushing his finger on her massive jugs, rubbing his fingers all over her left tit and pinching her nipple lightly. This continued for sometimes as this pervert pressed and fondled my innocent mother’s boobs, feeling the softness of her melons and occasionally pinched her nipples, making them rock hard. I could see that his other hand was on his crotch and he was pressing it to release the pressure from his hard-on.
At around 11:30, we finally decided to go to sleep. Me and my mom wanted to sleep on the lower berth as I mentioned, but Joy was adamant. He said he had to sleep on the lower berth since he sometimes had a tendency of rolling off the bed. After a friendly argument, we decided that I would be sleeping on the middle berth opposite Santu, while Mom and Joy would be sleeping on the lower berth opposite each other. My mom appeared very unhappy with that idea but there was no other option. So we all went to bed that time. My mom didn’t bother changing, so she was wearing that same salwar kameez to bed. The lights were mostly turned off and only a dim light was coming from the hall of the compartment.
I woke up around 1:00 PM to the sound of whispers. I was facing the wall while sleeping and when I turned around, I was surprised to see that Santu had disappeared from my opposite middle berth and as I looked down to find the source of the whispers, I was shocked at what I saw!
I couldn’t believe my eyes! The thin ugly guy – Santu – was sitting at the edge of the lower-berth, gently rubbing his bony hands around my sleeping mother’s ankles while the big muscular guy – Joy – was sitting close to her body and carefully kneading her gigantic breasts over her kameez. That vision of my mom being abused by these college thugs got me hard in an instant. I was feeling a little scared though, because these guys were complete strangers and I was afraid my mom might wake up and shout. But these guys didn’t care. Joy seemed the most excited as he had taken off his T-shirt and was now only wearing a vest and jeans. His rippling muscles looked to be chiseled out of stone and his broad shoulders looked like two bowling bowls. Even I was excited seeing this hunk of a man taking advantage of my sweet, homely, mature mother.
"Ishhhh have you seen this bitch?! Such big boobs! I’ve been eyeing her boobs ever since I got here!", Joy whispered to his friend Santu.
Santu nodded, "And her feet are so clean and snowy white! I’m gonna eat her sweet body, all night long!" Saying that, that disgusting pervert carefully put his face flat against her foot and just inhaled her smell for a whole minute.
"Mmmmmm", my mom suddenly gave a moderately loud moan, causing those two thugs to stop what they were doing in an instant. But, thankfully, she wasn’t awake. She just sleepily lifted her arms over her head and continued her slumber.
Joy immediately gave Santu an evil smile and whispered, "See, how this bitch is moaning in her sleep. Do you realize how much of a whore she is? Even while asleep she’s enjoying what we’re doing with her.". This gave the guys even more encouragement and Joy got back to gently pressing my mom’s massive melons while Santu flicked his tongue out and lightly licked the sole of her feet. Seeing no reaction, Santu became bolder as he started kissing and smelling her feet all over and slightly rubbing his lips up and down her arches.
Meanwhile, as my mother’s arms were now above her head, Joy silently bent down and started sniffing her armpit. He then gave an approving look towards his friends and bent down further as he started licking the small wet patch that had formed on the outside of her kameez, owing to her sweat. His face lit up and he seemed to like the taste. So, without delay, he turned his attention to the only legitimate exposed part of her skin – her neck – and slowly began to lick the beads of sweat that were forming over there.
This was such an erotic sight to behold. One guy was down at the edge of the berth licking my mother’s feet while the other heavily-built guy was licking the skin of her neck, while constantly fondling her tits. My rock-hard cock wanted to explode while watching this scene.
Owing to the constant attention that Joy was giving to her tits, her kameez had already started to distort and as I watched closely, it was slowly starting to rise, exposing her midriff. In another few minutes, her midriff was almost completely exposed and her deep, lusty navel was in full view.
The boys hadn’t noticed that until Joy stood up to take a breather from all the licking. The area around her face and neck where he had licked was now glistening with her sweat and this pervert’s saliva. As Joy looked down, he saw what had happened and his eyes were now fixated on my mother’s juicy navel. He slowly worked his way down to her chubby midriff, focusing on her sexy navel. Then, he dipped the tip of his tongue into my mother’s deep, long oval shaped navel. Pushing it right into the back of her navel, he wiggled his tongue for a second, and then pushed it back in again for five more seconds, flicking the tip of his tongue from side to side.
"Mmmmmmmm!!!!!!!", my mom groaned in pleasure and shifted from side-to-side, even while sleeping. For a second, I thought I saw her tremble a little bit, which means she must’ve just gotten an orgasm. Wow, that was amazing!
Emboldened by her moans, Joy grabbed the thread (naara) of her salwar with his fingers and slowly tugged on it. In an instant, her salwar was loose! I was shocked at this guy’s brazenness. Joy then gave his friend a hand gesture and he immediately stopped licking my mother’s feet as the big muscular guy started pulling her salwar down slowly and steadily. As the lower part of her dress began to come off, I noticed she was wearing pink satin panties – the kind that you would wear on a honeymoon trip – and that looked amazingly sexy. Joy stopped somewhere in the middle of her luscious, meaty thighs and they both stood straight to watch this magnificently hot specimen in front of their eyes and in such an exposed state. What was more was that there was hint of a wet patch on her pink panties and her inner thighs appeared to be moist as well, which suggested that she was indeed wet from all the attention she was getting, even while asleep.
"Ufff I can’t hold on much longer! We have to fuck her tonight, buddy!", Joy said while licking his lips and staring at my half-exposed mom with hungry eyes ready to devour her.
Santu couldn’t speak. He was speechless and rubbed his cock over his jeans as he stared impatiently at the mature voluptuous woman’s semi-nakedness.
Without much delay, Santu was the first to get back to what he was doing as he licked the sole of her foot with even more vigor. He just put his face down and put all her toes in his mouth and started sucking them. After a minute, he moved to the other foot and started sucking each toe individually. Then he licked her foot from bottom to top a few times. He seemed just content to stick his tongue out and keep rubbing it on her feet for as long as he could.
At the same time, Joy put two of his fingers inside her panties on either side of her straps and in an instant, pulled down her panties to her mid-thighs, as my eyes got wider. My mother’s hairy bush was now open for these two perverts to behold! They were now in full view of her triangular public hair and oozing pussy lips. My cock felt like it was about to burst out of my pants!
Joy went down on her. He gently licked my mother’s moist, hairy slit once before backing away to watch her pubic hairs glistening with saliva. Satisfied with the hot scene literally laid out in front of him, the muscular boy started at her inner thighs and licked his way up to her pussy lips. He stopped and surveyed the area, then began lapping up her pussy-juices from the exposed part of her thighs.
"Mmmmmmm!!!!", my mother moaned some more, in pleasure. It was such a hot scene to watch and my cock just wouldn’t stop throbbing as I witnessed this first-hand from the middle-berth, while pretending to sleep myself.
Then, Joy did something even bolder. He placed his fingers on the entrance to her pussy and in one second, he inserted his middle finger straight into her soaking wet snatch. Suddenly, I heard a small gasp and I saw my mom wake up – eyes wide and mortified by what was going on and what these guys were doing to her body. She was about to scream, when Joy noticed that she was awake and almost leaped to her face and covered her mouth with his hand.
My mom was in shock. Joy’s middle finger was still glazed with her pussy-juices on the hand which he used to cover her mouth. He was giving my mom an intimidating stare. "Shhhh!! Not a word! I’m sure you wouldn’t want the people in other sections to come here and watch you in this state, along with two young college boys! Everyone with think you’re a bad woman! And, on top of that, your son is sleeping in the adjoining berth." My mom’s eyes went up to my berth and by that time I had closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I guess she must’ve been relieved to see that. "I hope you don’t want to wake him, do you?", he said with a smirk. "My friend (Santu) is still a virgin! He also has a foot fetish! But I like a woman’s entire body! Especially, the body of such a mature, sexy woman’s. Tonight I am going to quench my cock’s thirst by drenching it in you pussy-juices! I hope you’ll help me. I’ll probably never again find such a hot, voluptuous woman like you in my entire life. So, make me happy tonight! I promise you that if you do this for the two of us, you will never see us again.". His words were clear. He not only wanted to fuck my mother but also was going to make fulfill his virgin friend’s foot-fetish. This was such a horny situation.
"Aunty, I will be gentle. Don’t you worry at all.", Santu reassured her sweetly.
"He’ll be gentle. I won’t!", Joy said with an evil smile, as he took his hand away from her mouth. My mom was almost in tears but she dared not speak.
Joy took off his vest and his dark muscles came into full view. Joy then slowly undid the top button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. His pants immediately dropped to the floor to expose his boxers and the wide tent that had formed owing to his growing boner. With another motion, he pulled down his boxers to his knees and now was standing naked in this section of the sleeper compartment, his 5 inch limp manhood dangling in front of my mother’s face.
My mom stared at his thick manhood which may not have been as long as Haria’s or even Shyam Uncle’s, but it was definitely had a wide girth. "What are you looking at? Suck on it, bitch!".
"Please! My son…", she tried to protest.
"Your son is asleep. Don’t be afraid. Now hurry up and make me hard!". My sweet, homely mother had no choice now. She first lightly kissed and then licked the head of his shaft, making it throb like a snake. Then she held it with one hand and started stroking lightly, causing to slowly start to grow.
Meanwhile, Santu put his face under my mom’s feet and rested her feet on his face and spent almost 10 minutes like that. Then he started to smell the top part of her feet and her ankles and soles. He started licking them too. From her movements, I knew it was tickling her a bit but the skinny pervert didn’t care. He lifted one foot in his hand and just put the whole sole in his mouth and sucked and sucked.
My mother gave out whispering moans of pleasure as she was stroking this muscular guy’s now 6-inch hard and thick manhood, while getting her foot licked by this other guy. "Ahhh take it in your mouth, whore!", he ordered.
My mom wanted to say no, but she didn’t want to offend him and so reluctantly obeyed. She opened her mouth and as she was stuffing it in, I actually see how thick this guy’s dick was as it stretched her lips beyond anything I had ever seen. Her eyes grew wide and her whole mouth was covered in his member. There were thin strands of saliva dripping from the corners of her lips as she struggled to keep his cock steady in her mouth. Suddenly, Joy grabbed her by the hair and started fucking her mouth in speed. My mom immediately grabbed his thighs for support and her face looked like it was hard for her to breathe. She was almost about to choke when he finally pulled out. Her face had become red because of the hardcore face-fucking and she was softly coughing and spitting out precum and saliva.
Joy then pulled her kameez up to her shoulders, exposing her bra-covered milky white boobs. I couldn’t believe how tight the pink satin bra was! Her boobs were like two melons trying to escape the confines of her tight clothing. The sight was too much for the young stud to bear as he climbed on the lower berth and sat right on top of her meaty thighs while his friend was still sucking at her toes with passion. Joy’s thick hard cock was now resting against her thighs and was only inches away from her pussy lips. He stared at my mother for a few second trying to drink in her beauty as she was wiping the precum and saliva from her lips. He then bent down and lightly rubbed his rough lips against her smooth cheeks. He was almost hugging her and from the expression on my mother’s face, I knew she was liking it. The feel of a young stud rubbing his broad muscular chest against her sensitive bra-covered mammaries was taking her to newer heights of pleasure. At the same time, Santu was now rubbing her feet over his exposed 7-inch cock and in a matter of minutes he came all over my mother’s feet and soon fell on the opposite berth.
While hugging her, Joy now positioned his cock in between her pussy-lips and with one swoop he pushed it in.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!", my mother’s eyes widened and she softly groaned in pleasure as this stud penetrated her womb. She looked at me once to check if I was still asleep and thankfully I had closed my eyes by then. As she looked away, I kept on watching and stroking my long hard cock as fast as I could, owing to the scene in front of me.
For a minute, while Joy kept fucking her hard, he raised his head and said, "Open your mouth wide for me slut and close your eyes!". Both me and my mother were surprised to think why he would ask such a request. Regardless, she decided to submit to his demand and do as he had ordered. When my mother closed her eyes, I could see his head lowering toward her face as he said, "Keep it wide open for me!". I then saw a large amount of Joy’s spit fall into her waiting mouth. Mom’s expression changed to disgust and as she was about to spit it out, he said, "Swallow it!". Almost out of scare, she immediately swallowed his spit as he started to fuck her intensely.
They were fucking like rabbits for almost 20 minutes. "Mmmmmmm nghhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh arrrghhhhhhhh!!!", my mother closed her lips to stop herself from screaming as Joy sped up rapidly. She was now embracing this dark muscular pervert and digging her nails on his back to pull him closer as they both enjoyed passionate sex. Fuuchhh fucchhh ghaapp ghaaap! Were the sounds coming from their copulation. My mom had already cummed at least once and she was initially begging him to stop, but this guy was a stallion! He kept on mounting her.
Finally at the 40 minute mark, he gave one final push and released his load deep into her vagina. Thank goodness my mom was on the pills! Otherwise she’d be pregnant.
The big stud collapsed on her and they both were panting heavily from the wild sex that they had. Santu was already asleep on the lower berth. After about 15 minutes, Joy rose up from my mom, allowing her to cover herself in a blanket. He left for the bathroom and before my mother could cover herself, I saw the state of the berth. It was completely soaked with sweat, sperm and saliva all over. Moreover, this entire section of the compartment now smelled of sex. Therefore, after all three of them were sound asleep, I sprayed some room freshner across our section of the compartment to get rid of the strong smell of sex.
The next morning when I woke up, those two guys were gone. They must’ve gotten off at one of the intermediary stations. My mom was in the bathroom, probably freshening up after a long night.
If this was the situation in a simple train ride, I wondered what would we see when we finally got to our destination – Siliguri!
When we finally got to Siliguri, it was 11:00 AM in the morning. One of my Mama’s (mom’s cousin brother who was sick) servants – Karim Chacha – had come to pick us up. He was a frail old man, probably in his mid 60s, with a receding hairline and his body covered with dark and grey hair. He was also slouching quite badly. He gave an eerie smile on seeing my mom, which surprised me quite a bit since I didn’t think at such an old age someone would have dirty feelings about a woman, even if that woman is a pretty, sexy, mature married woman like my mother.
"Wow, it’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you, Shikha.", he said. My mom smiled and touched his feet in respect. He responded by lightly touching her hair as a sign of "Hey, Bunty, you’ve grown so much.", he said, as I followed suit with my mom and touched his feet. I vaguely remembered Karim Chacha. But if memory serves me right, he was slightly younger when I last saw him but with the same frailty.
After the greetings got over, he offered to help us with our luggage and directed us to a jeep.
"This is our master’s jeep. He travels in it all the time.", he said proudly. However, I didn’t think there was much to be proud of. The green colored jeep seemed quite ordinary. Inside, there was this driver. He seemed like a Bihari guy, just a few inches taller than my mom. He was dark-complexioned with a rough skin, burnt marks here and there, his built was above-average with a medium-sized potbelly, his face had a couple of micro-holes and his beard was unevenly trimmed. He was about 40-45 years old i.e., almost the same age as my mom.
He was sitting in the car and seemed to have a really bad attitude. But as soon as he saw us, his eyes were opened wide. He was staring at my mom with shock, surprise and lust. Now, normally, I would expect this kind of reaction from any male who saw my mom for the first time. But when I looked at my mom, she too seemed shocked. "What are you doing here?", my mother asked, with an annoyed tone. Clearly, they knew each other.
Before the driver could reply, Karim Chacha intervened, "Shikha, it’s been only 2 years since Bahadur was rehired. Our master has forgiven him for his earlier maladies. You should also try and forget what happened back then. Anyways, let’s get in the car.". My mom reluctantly entered the backseat of the car while never stopping to glare at Bahadur – the driver – with a disdained look on her face. I entered the car too and I noticed Bahadur had a wry smile on his face. As he smiled, I noticed that half his teeth were white and the other half was red with the stain of gutka pan masala. The smell of the gutka was overwhelming and I knew my mom hated it as she covered her nose while entering inside the car.
The whole ride to my Mama’s house was quite awkward with Bahadur occasionally checking out my mom through the inside rear-view mirror and smiling sheepishly at her, even while she was looking. After the intense sex with those two college hooligans inside the train, my mom couldn’t wear the same clothes that she was wearing then and had to change to a green sleeveless kurti, which exposed her shapely smooth creamy arms to the fullest and also provided a glimpse of hair underneath her untrimmed armpits; she was also wearing tight black leggings. She tried her best to adjust her kurti to look as modest as possible but the occasional stares from Bahadur were making her increasingly uncomfortable. She was constantly rubbing her exposed milky white arms in discomfort. Throughout this ride, I was wondering why my mother was acting so weird. She hardly noticed when someone angled her or someone stared at her lewdly. Why was she so uncomfortable and alerted by this pervert? I felt there was more to this than what met the eye and besides, Karim Chacha mentioned that the driver was rehired. My question would be why was he fired in the first place and did it have something to do with my mom.
Anyways, we reached the house in about an hour. It was a two storey building and inside there were three rooms – one for the servants, one was a guest room and the one on the second floor was for my Mama. He was elder to my mother by about 10 years, he was divorced with no children and was quite the nice guy. When we met him, we realized that he was a little sick and the doctors had given him medicine and said he’d be okay within 3-4 days. He was thrilled to see us both. After having a lot of small talk about my studies and complaining about my mom’s ever-expanding saree and jewelry collection, my mom said, "Babu, go downstairs and see what Karim Chacha is cooking. I need to speak privately with your Mama." I was in fact curious to know what they would be talking about but I knew for sure that they would not discuss in front of me. So, I left the room and lightly closed the door behind me. But I didn’t still leave for keeps. I stood outside the room and put my ear against the door, eavesdropping on what they were saying.
"How could you bring him back again, Bapi?", my mom asked her cousin brother in an angry tone.
"Shikha, you don’t understand! He made a mistake that time. Now, he’s changed for the better.", my Mama tried to explain.
"Are you crazy? A lot of women complained of molestation against him! Everyone in the neighborhood called him guilty. He has even been to jail for molesting young women! Why are you taking his side now?", she asked in a desperate tone. The situation was becoming more and more clear with this conversation.
"Hey, I’m telling you he is not the same person now. I haven’t heard a single complaint against him from anyone in the neighborhood in the past two years since I rehired him. Give him a chance and see for yourself.".
My mother, realizing that it’s pointless to make sense to a stubborn old man like my Uncle, decided to leave the conversation midway and stormed out of the room. Having no time to retreat however, as soon as she opened the door she saw me standing outside.
"What are you still doing here? Didn’t I tell you to go downstairs and see what Karim Chacha is making for lunch?", she demanded an answer.
I thought I was busted. But immediately, I cooked up an answer. "I did go. Karim Chacha told me to ask Mama what he would like for lunch. That’s why I just came here and was about to knock the door when you came out."
"Oh, so you didn’t hear what we were talking about?"
"What talk? Anyways, my mistake. I’d rather go outside and take a walk."
Realizing her mistake, my mother rubbed my cheeks and said, "No, no Babu, I’m sorry, don’t be angry. If you wanna go outside and take a walk, be happy to do so. Meanwhile, I’ll help out your Karim Chacha in the kitchen. Ok?"
"Ok.", I said that and left.
As I stepped outside, I saw Bahadur sitting inside the car and reading some sort of magazine. He was too focused on the magazine to notice me coming towards the car. As I came closer, I noticed that while he was using one of his hands to flip the pages of the magazine as it rested against the steering-wheel, his other hand was down somewhere and was constantly going up and down in a stroking motion. I immediately knew what he was up to. I went closer and now I was standing just outside the car, beside the front seats on the passenger side. Bahadur hadn’t noticed me creeping in as the windows were locked and as I peered closer, I was shocked at what I saw! Bahadur had zipped down his pants and his near 7-inch thick dark manhood was sticking proudly out of the little hole made in his pants as he furiously stroked on it while staring at the nude models in the magazine. My eyes almost popped out and my jaw dropped open.
For a full 30 seconds, I kept on staring at him jerking his meat. I couldn’t see the models he was jerking off to but they looked kinda chubby rather than slim. At that very moment, I knew what his taste was! He was more into chubby full size beauties like my mom rather than skinny models. Before he could finish, I decided to intervene.
Knock! Knock!
I lightly banged on the window pane and in a flash, without even looking, he sprang his full hard-on back inside his pants and desperately shoved the magazine inside the car’s drawer. Then he looked up and saw me and with one hand hiding his hard-on, he used his other hand to open up the windows. Almost immediately, the strong sweet-yet-pungent smell of the gutka hit me!
"What happened? Do you need something?", he asked, in a typical Bihari-cum-Bengali accent.
My jaw was still open and I was still staring into his covered manhood before he asked me this question. And immediately, I stammered, "N-no, I j-just went out for a wa-walk.", I was still staring at his hard thickness as he tried to hide it with his left palm.
When he saw me staring at his fuckmeat, I’m not sure what happened but he gave a wide smile and to my surprise, he stopped clutching at his manhood over-his-pants and said, "Do you wanna go to the marketplace with me? I have to go there to pick up a few things.".
I finally raised my head and looked at him, his creepy smile and the strong smell of gutka coming from his mouth made me feel dizzy. I was staring at him for a good 5 seconds, when he repeated, "Do you wanna go to the marketplace with me? It won’t take long. You’ll be back before sundown." Saying this, he opened the door to the front passenger seat and I reluctantly decided to sit down.
We left soon after and it seemed like a normal pleasant drive. I was sitting quietly for the first couple of minutes and as soon as we were out of the neighborhood, Bahadur started talking, "So, son, tell me how you like our Siliguri?"
The sweet intoxicating odor of the gutka was strongly emanating from his mouth and I again felt dizzy as I replied, "It’s quite good. Not too bad."
"Haha! I knew you’d like it, son.", he laughed. The conversation went on pretty normal until about 15 minutes in and then he started asking some very strange questions.
"So, son, did you see what I was reading in the car?"
I was instantly stupefied by the question and I again started stammering. "N-no, I mean….I didn’t see a thing.", I lied.
"Hahahha! Why are you getting so embarrassed? Open the drawer and see for yourself."
Although I felt scared, I had a strong urge to listen to him and as I opened the drawer, my eyes popped out almost. It was a huge collection of nudie magazines, i.e. magazines of nude women – both young and mature – between the ages of 19 to 50. He occasionally kept glancing at me as I flipped through the pages with my eyes wide open and my cock slowly starting to rise.
"Did you see, son?", the driver’s voice echoed through my ear
"Ah-huh!", I said, barely able to lift my eyes off of the magazine. There were so many hot pictures of women – either scantily clad giving sexy poses or completely nude and inviting.
"Hahaha! Very good! But these are just nude models. The real hot stuff is under here.". Saying that, he pulled out a mini scrapbook of sorts from the bottom of the drawer and handed it over to me. He asked me to go through pages and as I flipped through them, I was shocked by the fact that those pictures were actually real pictures of nude or semi-nude women taken very discreetly.
There was a picture of an aunty who was nearly 50 years old, who was only wearing her petticoat and she had her back turned towards the camera. Obviously she had no idea she was being photographed and the pictures were fairly recent. Her entire nude back was on display and her petticoat was somewhat wet, as a result it clearly showed off her heart-shaped chubby ass and the shape of her meaty things as the petticoat clung to the lower half of her body.
There was another picture of a young girl – 19 to 20 years old – changing into her underwear, again completely unwear she was being photographed. She was extremely hot with her fair-complexioned chubby frame and her big 34 size boobs stretching the fabric of her white bra. There were stretch marks of the sides of her belly which was somewhat folded.
There were about 20 more pictures in that scrapbook, each one more scintillating and vulgar than the others. As I reached the end of the scrapbook, I noticed my shaft was hard as a solid steel pole. And I looked up at Bahadur who glanced at me with an evil smile.
"I need to take some pictures of another hot female stuff! And that female is a related to you!" At that point, my cock was rock hard and I was too excited to say no to whatever proposition he made after!
The excitement was great and I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. This ugly perverted driver of my uncle, wanted to take pictures of my sweet, homely, mature mother in various stages of undress. His smile was lecherous and his eyes were hungry with lust as he began talking about his experiences and about my mother.
"When I was young, about your age, I used to discreetly watch women undressing and take their pictures. When I saw them slowly undressing, I used to get so horny and my dick….", as he said this, he gently but openly rubbed his dick over his trousers, " …would get hard in an instant!". As he said this, I realized he was a voyeur (just like me!) who had been practicing his craft for a very long time. He continued, "But, in those days, no one woman was such a hot pepper as you mother!". I gulped as I heard him start speaking about my mom in such a debasing way, referring to her as a "hot pepper". "One day, when she was here, I was watching her from the window, changing her dress inside her room. Ufff, what a sight that bitch was! Such big juicy tits she had, just like ripe delicious mangoes, and her fleshy midriff, with a deep juicy navel in the middle! When she turned around, her fat, round, sexy butt-cheeks would be on display! And her tight little hairy pussy! Aaahh!", he let out a soft moan as he rubbed his hard-on with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel. Traffic was pretty slow so there was nothing to worry about. "Us din kambaqt camera hamar paas nahi tha, warna kheech lete us randi ki bhi tasveeren!", ("That day I forgot to bring the damned camera, otherwise I could’ve easily taken her pictures and stored them in this scrapbook!").
It was so vulgar the way he was describing my sweet, caring mother, but as I listened to his degrading words, I felt the blood rush through the veins in my cock making it hard as iron. Suddenly, he looked at me and asked, "Have you seen your mother naked?". My cheeks immediately turned red with embarrassment and no matter how desperately I wanted to say no, the words that came out of my mouth were, "Yes!".
Bahadur let out an evil laughter and said, "That you must’ve seen. Such a hot bitch she is! By the way, how many guys fuck her, other than her husband?". This frigging driver was being so depraving. But, at the same time, he was making me so horny by the way in which he was chatting about my mom.
I was hesitant to answer that question, so the driver asked again, "Tell me! Why you so shy? There’s no one here but the two of us."
"Y-Yes. She has, with a few people.", I stammered and told the truth.
"Hahahha! I knew it! She’s such a big slut that one man can in no way quench her thirst.". I nodded nervously. "So tell me, will she be willing to fuck me?", he smiled and bared his yellow teeth, the stale smell of gutka still emanating from inside his mouth.
"I don’t know.", I stammered again.
"No worries. You’ve said enough. Now, lets take all the stuff we need and go home." We stopped at a local grocery store to buy some things and then drove back. On the way, he kept asking me more questions about my mom’s partners in the past and reluctantly, I told him about Shyam Uncle, our servant Haria, the milkman as well as the train journey last night. Not the entire story, but bits and pieces.
As we went home, my mom was shocked to learn that I had gone out with Bahadur. But I assured her he was as nice as anyone while discreetly smiling underneath. She was fine after that and I went into my room as it was getting dark.
In Siliguri, people actually go to bed by 9:00 PM. So, after dinner, I went to bed early, but at 10:00 PM I awoke to get a glass of water. As I was about to go downstairs, I saw my uncle softly speaking with someone in the hall. All the lights were turned off except for one lamp which barely was enough to light the living room. As I secretly looked down from the staircase, I noticed the shape of the guy who was there and I immediately knew who it was. It was Bahadur, my uncle’s driver! He was handing something that looked like a box to his owner and once that was over, he left.
I was curious to find out what it was and so I quietly went back to my room and waited for uncle to go back to his. Once he was inside and the door was locked, I slowly crept out of my room and reached the door to his, put my ear against the wooden frame and listened intently to what was going on. I heard some flickering noises and after a few minutes I heard two people speaking.
My initial reaction was that he was watching the TV. But as I listened intently, to my horror, I realized what he was actually watching! It sounded exactly like the conversation I had with Bahadur in the car! The bastard driver had taped the whole thing and apparently given the tapes to his master, my uncle! I was flabbergasted! All the secrets that I had shared with him were no longer secrets! My mom’s brother was now fully aware of what was happening in our family!
But the biggest shock was when I heard soft stiff moans from inside the room. Was this guy aroused by the fact that his sister’s son was actually talking about her sexcapades to his perverted driver? In an instant, I knew what was going on!
Uncle Bapi is also an incest cuckold! And he has fantasies about his own sister!
That night I couldn’t sleep properly. Vivid images of Uncle Bapi jerking off to my revealing chat with his driver about my hot, homely, mature mother, was flashing across my mind. I woke up the next morning feeling tired and horny.
When I came downstairs to the living room, I saw my mom serving tea to my uncle, who was sitting on the single-sofa. She was wearing a black colored casual silk nighty, the same kind she wore at home – a sleeveless dress that fit tightly around her luscious figure and showed off her chubby creamy white arms. Same as she was in her own house, she was wearing neither a bra nor panties. As a result, her taut milk tanks were tightly held against the material – with her tiny grape-like nipples visibly pointed towards the front – and the curve of her ass jut out lewdly, stretching against the fabric of the material. I was looking at her alluring visage while simultaneously keeping an eye on my uncle’s presumably roving eyes. After last night I was a bit cautious of his actions. But, after watching him for a while, I was surprised to see that he seemed least interested in ogling his mature, attractive sister or taking a stab at me for what he had heard on the tape last night. Instead, he was very casual, as if nothing had happened last night. I assumed he wasn’t the kind of person who had an interest in having sex. Instead, he was the kind of guy who liked to watch people having sex, especially if she was a family member. Being an incest cuckold is one of the hottest fantasies that I’ve had and I’ve seen fulfilled in front of my eyes. And now, this perverted uncle of mine, and the brother of my mom, wants to experience the same. That being said, I pondered over what plans he might have had for bringing me and my mom here. Surely, it wasn’t because he felt sick.
I would get my answer soon enough!
It was around mid-day. My mom was helping Karim Chacha in the kitchen, while my uncle was watching the news on television. Bahadur came in at around the same time. He was looking like a hooligan! His large bulky frame was dressed in a dirty old floral yellow shirt with the top two buttons ripped off, revealing his dark hairy chest. Beneath, he was wearing a shoddy black pair of trousers. But that wasn’t even the worst part. He was drenched in sweat and oil and grease, making him look incredibly dirty. "Bad news, sir.", he spoke with his head held low, "I’m trying to repair the car since morning, but it seems there are some major problems with it. It’s making a weird noise while driving. I think we need to take it to the mechanic.".
Uncle Bapi took a few seconds to ponder over what his driver had just said and then replied, "Alright then, take it to the mechanic. But I’m way too worn out to come with you. Do one thing. Shikha!". The moment he called my mother, I was frozen stiff.
No sooner, she came into the living room and asked her brother what was going on. She was still wearing that same body-hugging tight nightgown and I saw Bahadur’s eyes light up as soon as he saw her. His eyes almost bulged out of his socket and licked his sweaty lips with desire. However, as soon as my mom laid eyes on him, she frowned at the sight of this disgustingly dirty man in shoddy clothes. "Shikha, tui ekta kaj korte parbi? Gari ta thikmoton kaaj korche na, tai Bahadur oitake garage e mechanic er kache niye jache. Tui ektu or songe jete parbi?", Uncle Bapi suggested. ("Shikha, can you do me a favor? The car is not working properly. Can you accompany Bahadur to the garage, so that the mechanic can fix it.").
My mom was shocked to hear that. "What are you saying? I have so much work in the house? Why do I have to go?".
Uncle Bapi was clearly uncomfortable to say the reason in front of his driver, so he escorted my mom to the nearby study, so that they could speak in private. Of course, I followed them as well and stood outside the door to hear their conversation.
My mother was furious. "Are you crazy?! Why are you sending me off with him? Did I come to your house for this? To fix your car?".
But Uncle Bapi was as calm and cunning as ever. "Why the hell can you not understand? Did I ever tell you to fix my car? I simply told you to accompany the driver to the garage, so that he doesn’t get a chance to charge extra and embezzle money from me. If I could, then I would go in your place. But what choice do I have?", he feigned a heavy voice to indicate he was getting emotional, "If I were healthy now, would I ask you to go?"
My mother immediately felt shameful and lightly patted and hugged her brother to console him. "Sorry, little brother. Forgive me. But you have to understand, I am afraid to go alone with him."
"What’s to be afraid of?", he shot back, "Ok, if you’re not comfortable with going alone with the guy, then take your son. He’ll take care of you.".
"He said he didn’t have a good sleep last night and was feeling tired.", she said, now concerned about my health.
"So what? He can sleep in the car, in the back seat. As long as someone is there, you should be fine. Now, sending Karim Chacha in his place, would be the same as sending you alone."
"No, Karim Chacha is not the person I need. Bunty will be fine. I’ll go to my room and get ready."
"Very good, Shikha. And don’t worry at all, nothing is going to happen. Bahadur has changed for the better." With that said, she walked up the stairs to the room. As she was climbing up the stairs, I saw the dirty perverted driver staring at her ass and licking his lips. I could well imagine his situation. As my mother wasn’t wearing any panties, her plump hips were swaying in a wave-like motion as she steadily climbed the stairs of the house. At one point, her nighty got stuck in her ass-crack in an alluring manner and as a reflex, she unstuck them from her ass with her hand. A high-class lady acting in such a careless manner caused Bahadur to scratch his crotch over his trousers.
When we got to the car, my mom seemed a little apprehensive about climbing in. She was wearing a red color saree, with red blouse, modestly covering her massive jugs and only displayed a slight hint of cleavage – which, however, was covered fully underneath her saree. The driver was still clad in that same old dress. The stench of his sweat mixed with the gutka that he was chewing, was as horrid as anything. My mom smelled it too and gave a fleeting look of disgust.
I was already in the backseat. Since my mom knew I wasn’t feeling well because of the lack of sleep, she wanted me to sit in the back in order to catch some quick naps. Unknown to her, I was feeling really charged about this trip and the possibilities. I knew for sure there was a camera in here somewhere that was videotaping and that reminded of how Uncle Shyam made us rig our house, so that he could perversely view my sexy hot mother whenever he pleased.
She was lingering around the front door of the car for a long time, feeling more apprehensive by the second. "What are you wondering, madam? Get in the car.", he said, while my mom was standing there holding the door. The way he said "Get in the car.", was very rude and abrasive, even by his low standards. But my mom was too scared to protest.
She finally got in the car and she sat glued to the window, on the front seat.
The driving stretch was not at all smooth. The roads were littered with potholes and bumps, so the car was jerking violently. As a result, even though my mom was sitting against the window, the jerking caused her to continuously bounce around and shift positions inside the car. The jerking was also causing her massive jugs to bounce seductively like two bowling balls and I noticed in the rear-view mirror that even Bahadur was stealing glances at her heavy bouncing titties, from time to time. The motion of her massive melons were also causing her pallu to shift occasionally from it’s position and each time, before falling completely off her scrumptious blouse-covered breasts, she would grab the pallu and secure it in place. Bahadur’s eyes grew wide each time she did that and the slight anticipation of having a peek of that deep valley between my mother’s milky jugs made him lick his gutka-stained lips.
"Ouch!", my mom cried in pain. After traveling nearly a kilometer, due to the constant jerking of the car, my mother was getting continuously banged against the side of the door.
"Madam, there’s no use staying stuck against the front-door. It would serve you better if you move closer to my side. Otherwise, by the time we get to the mechanic, you’ll be too hurt to even move out of the car!", he said in a loud voice.
My mom saw sense in what this low class driver was saying and decided to shift completely towards his side. Unknown to her at that point, her saree-covered plump thighs were now in direct contact of the gear stick. In this treacherous terrain, it was important for Bahadur to constantly change gears as he drove. For the first instance, Bahadur kept his right hand on the steering wheel and with his left hand, he roughly grabbed the gear-stick. As a result, his fingers lightly brushed against the hem of her saree, around her thighs. My mom’s immediately reaction was to move her thigh away from his thick hairy fingers. But then, she realized it must’ve just been a mistake and even Bahadur made no sudden reactions. So, she again pressed her saree-clad thighs against the gear-stick, while looking back to see what I was doing.
By that time, I was resting my head against the back of the seat and pretended to sleep. Although, I was still peeping occasionally to see what was going on.
Mom turned ahead again. We had moved into a section of the road now where the number of bumps was less. However, there were still the occasional potholes to watch out for. The driver continued to switch gears every now and then and everytime he did, his hand lightly brushed against the hem of her saree. My mother was no longer protesting to that since it seemed only normal that he would have to change gears and it wasn’t his fault that she was in the way. After driving for about 5-10 minutes more, Bahadur, in the pretext of reaching for the gear-stick, suddenly grabbed my mother’s plump right thigh. In an instant, she pushed his rough hands away and jolted to the other side of the seat.
"Oh, sorry, Madam. Please forgive me. I grabbed your thigh by mistake", he grinned sheepishly when he noticed the horrified expression on her face.
"Watch out next time!", she said angrily, but with a soft voice so as to not wake me.
"Sure, madam.", his sheepish grin never left his face.
My mom was now more careful of his touches. She no longer sat in contact with the gear-shaft and was careful not to let him brush his fingers against her anymore. After another 2-3 minutes however, they stumbled on another pothole and for a split second, my mother’s pallu was completely off her bosom. Her deep cleavage was now clearly visible against the red seductive blouse. Bahadur looked at that for a second and almost lost control over the car. My mom, however, immediately covered it.
But that little show was enough for him to get slightly aroused. He kept stealing furtive glances at her modestly covered mammaries while simultaneously keeping his focus on the road. I knew what he was thinking. If there was only some way he could convince my apparently prudish sexy mother to allow him to touch her, all his dreams would come true.
We were now entering into another neighborhood. The roads were smooth here but there was another problem. It seemed that this was a very rough neighborhood. We could see a lot of loafers on the street, doing their rounds; a group of middle-aged men huddled together at the side of the street and smoking weed; a bunch of young college-goers whistling and hooting at passing women. "Pull up your windows, madam.", he whispered, "If these people see you, then all will be lost."
"Meaning?", my mom asked surprised.
"You still didn’t understand? This whole place is rotted with thieves, robbers and criminals. Anything can happen here.", he said with a deep whispering voice, as if to scare her.
And it worked! My mother immediately pulled up the windows. Even I felt a little scared going around this type of neighborhood, but I dared not open my eyes. They still thought I was asleep and decided to speak in whispers.
"Why did you come through this place when you know it’s bad?", she asked, half-annoyed and half-scared.
"This is a shortcut.", he said, casually.
My innocent mother couldn’t say anything beyond that. She just kept quiet and hoped that they would pass this neighborhood soon. But, I noticed, that the driver was driving at a very slow pace. He had something evil in mind for sure, is what I understood.
And soon enough, he said, "Madam, people are looking at us. Before anyone tries to stop us and molest you, we should do something."
As I was looking at the rear-view mirror, I saw my mom looking at him with fearful eye. "What will we do?", she asked innocently.
"So, listen up, Madam. We have to act as husband and wife inside this car for sometime, until we cross this neighborhood.", he said with such seriousness, it was almost hard to doubt him.
"What?!", my mother almost yelled, but she realized I was sleeping at the back, so she calmed herself.
"Don’t be scared. I’m not asking you to let me fuck you!", he said "fuck" so casually that I was amazed by his boldness.
Even my mother appeared flabbergasted. "What are you saying? I know you didn’t ask me to….err….do ‘that thing’. But I’m still married to someone else. How can I pretend to be your wife?", she stammered when she said "that thing". I loved how my sweet homely mother couldn’t bear herself to say "fuck" or "sex" right away, since inside she felt she was still a devoted wife.
"Like this!" Without warning, he suddenly removed his left hand from the steering wheel and placed it round my mother’s neck over her shoulder, and then forcibly pulled her towards the driver’s side of the seat. I was surprised by his strength as he pulled her close towards his body and she almost fell on his torso.
"Hey, what are you doing?", she said annoyed. She wanted to push him away, but suddenly realized that it wouldn’t be a smart idea since he might lose control of the car. So, she simply stayed in that position for a minute, keeping a separation between her milky blouse-covered boobs and his torso with her right arm.
I could see the discomfort in her expression, as she struggled to keep her balance and also deal with this smelly, dirty brute. He kept his left hand on her shoulder, slowly encircling around the blouse-covered skin and openly caressing her there. Passer-bys noticed what was going on and some even hooted, but no one stopped them. So, I guess my mom was feeling relieved that at least no one bothered to stop them and she thought Bahadur’s ploy might’ve been working.
His hand was hung very awkwardly, inches away from my mother’s juicy melons. Soon, the perverted driver wasn’t satisfied with just rubbing my mother’s shoulders. So, time and again, I could clearly make out that he was deliberately brushing his hand on the tip of her saree-clad breasts. I think she was too scared of the neighborhood vibe to protest this driver’s illicit advances.
We came to a crossing and Bahadur took a left turn on the road. From the rear-view mirror, I could clearly see his fingers grasping my mother’s entire left breast and his palm resting on the firm flesh over her sari and blouse. "Mmphh!", naturally my mother sighed a little bit loudly and immediately tried to remove his rough manly hand off her breast.
Almost instantly, the driver murmured, "Don’t move my hand, madam. If someone sees, then they will suspect that we are not husband and wife." He sounded so absurd when he said that, yet my mother was too scared of the locals now to distrust him. So, she allowed him to openly grope her mammaries. I bet she felt Bahadur was her only protection against these goons outside the car, since she didn’t want me facing them. I was still pretending to be sleep, snoring loudly so she knew.
Since now my mom was willingly allowing this dirty pervert to feel around her neck and her massive saree-blouse clad tits, he got even bolder. She was virtually pasted to his body the way he had embraced her and now was openly squeezing her left breast over her sari. But this wasn’t the end of it. To mine and my mother’s utter shock, the next moment I found him slowly slipping her pallu down off her shoulder to her lap.
When Bahadur attempted to pull her pallu down, my mom tried a meek protest. "Hey, please don’t do this.", she pleaded.
"Madam, I am doing all this for your own good. You’re safe with me. Do you want to let these goons take you?" My mom looked around to validate what he was saying and we indeed were still in that rough neighborhood. Truth be told, I sort of knew what was going on. This scheming perverted driver was slowly taking us round and round around the same neighborhood, through different turns. Since my mom had very poor navigational skills, she had absolutely no idea about this evil driver’s plans. She was literally a pawn in this asshole’s hands.
My mother had no choice now but to let this dirty, smelly bastard have his way with her. Within seconds, her pallu was off her heaving breasts and was resting on her lap. I could see Bahadur’s eyes growing wide as he stared at her mammies steadily rising and falling as she breathed. My mom didn’t even notice him staring; she was just concerned whether passer-bys or passing vehicles were watching her.
"Bahadur, what will people think when they see us like this?", she stammered, while Bahadur was drinking in the vision of her beautiful breasts heaving.
"Then people will think that husband-wife are making love. Then no one will dare to disturb us." The bastard had an answer for everything.
"But I’m married! And my son is sitting at the back-seat!"
"He’s in a very deep sleep. And if you want him to remain asleep then you have to continue with this drama. You don’t want him to fight these goons, right?"
My innocent mother turned away and shook her head.
Taking that as a sign, he again moved his left hand round my mother’s neck over her shoulder and lowered it to her breasts. Now, he had begun fondling her tits just over her modest blouse and bra. His hand was now very much prominent over my mom’s breasts and the tight feeling of her massive hillocks must have boosted him further!
"Don’t worry, madam. I’ll keep you safe.". Saying that, the perverted driver slipped his left hand straight inside my mother’s blouse and started moving his fingers on her dense boob flesh!
"You’re crossing all limits of decency.".
"This needs to be done, madam. Otherwise, people with become aware."
"But what about the people who are watching from outside? What will they think?", she asked. Actually, a couple of cars and a truck passed us and I was sure the drivers of those vehicles must have noticed what was going on in this car! That is why she was more concerned.
This annoyed Bahadur to no end and showed my mother his fiercer side, "Ufff same thing again! Now, just shut up and let me do my thing! Otherwise, I’ll throw you and your son out of this car in this condition itself!", he said sternly.
My mother was taken aback by his harshness. She looked behind to see if I was still sleeping, and surely enough, I kept my eyes shut (even though my cock was rock hard!). Then, she looked timidly at Bahadur who now had bloodshot eyes. Now, my mom was really scared! Her driver had just threatened to throw herself and her son out into the dangerous streets. Suddenly she felt as afraid of being in the car as out there and she was regretting defying him.
Seeing that my mom was scared, Bahadur decided to calm down and said, "Forgive me, madam. Hearing the same thing for so long was making my ears bleed. It is my mistake. But whatever I am doing is for yours and your son’s safety, believe me.". He sounded so sincere that I think even my mother melted.
There were still some odd looking people going around in the neighborhood streets, so she said, "Fine, do it."
As soon as she said that, the cunning ugly driver put his left hand around her and embraced her almost in a hug. He started feeling her breasts over her blouse again and my mature, hot mother cooperated with his move. She was very mechanical. She shifted her body more towards him, thrusting her big breasts and evidently the dirty pervert was overjoyed and readily started cupping and caressing her tits over her red silk blouse. I could literally see goosebumps all over her neck and could almost hear her racing heart. The feel of rough male hands on her breasts must’ve aroused her as well. She was breathing deeply now and I believe Bahadur was enjoying fondling her massive heaving mammaries, as any male would – to grope a 40-year-old matured woman like this – unhindered! Surprisingly his control over the steering wheel with his right hand was amazing, even in the midst of this much sexual tension.
Seconds later, he again gently shoved his left hand inside her blouse.
"Unghhhhh…!!", came my mother’s soft voice as she felt his rough hands slowly graze over her creamy smooth skin. From the movement of his hands, I could clearly make out that his fingers were copiously groping her tight boob flesh. The way he was moving and wobbling his fingers inside her blouse made me seriously concerned about her blouse and bra hooks. I wondered if they would tear off on their own if this continued.
"Madam, shall I tell you something?", he asked, in between caresses.
"Mmmhmmm…", my mom moaned in approval, as she closed her eyes and felt his manly hands continue to fondle her womanly breasts. Instinctively, with her left hand, she was also slowly rubbing her pussy area over her saree and petticoat.
"Your tits are superb.", he said with a sheepish grin. My mom did not reply. Instead, she just kept giving slow moans to his rough touches. "If you don’t mind, can I ask you something?", he got no answer so he continued, "I’ve gotten really excited by pressing and fondling you boobs. Can you use your warm soft hands to caress my hot hard-on as well?"
My mom was in no state to protest. And I believe, she felt she owed him a favor after the driver had supposedly "Fine. But my son mustn’t wake up.".
"Don’t worry, madam. He is in deep sleep. " My mom looked back at me to check once more whether I was asleep, and to satisfy, I kept on snoring with my eyes closed.
Satisfied, she nodded her head at Bahadur and the latter was super-excited. He found a deserted alleyway in between two closed-up departmental stores and parked his car there, but kept the engine running. Immediately after that, the perverted driver turned around to face my sweet homely mother as she nervously stared down at the gear-shaft. He quickly shifted closer towards her and put his arms around her, in a tight embrace. He kept that pose for a few seconds as my mother shifted uncomfortably in her seat – mainly because of the the disgusting odor of his sweat and gutka mixture all over his body. But, finally she resented by raising her hands towards his neck and embracing him as well, making it all the more easier for him to access her bust flesh unrestricted.
The perverted driver was trying to cup her big firm mammaries with both palms. Personally, I was getting very hard, listening to the shifts and moans inside the car and by also taking occasional glances, when I knew my mom was distracted. Even though the repulsive smell of his body odor would be enough to put anybody off, I think my mom was somehow slowly getting turned on by it.
I believe the cunning driver could see it as well and watching her defenseless state, he was gaining in confidence. The bastard was taking control very fast and quite emphatically, as he slid off my mom’s left bra strap from her shoulder inside her blouse and as a result, her bra cup was miserably loose on that breast enabling him to abundantly enjoy that special loose feel of her tit though she was technically still wearing the bra. The fact that this was a desolate alleyway was the only reprieve for her. Then, he pushed his right hand well inside my mother’s blouse and cupped her bra-covered breast!
"Ahhhhhhh…!", my mother moaned in surprise and ecstasy. But things were going out of control and she needed to act fast, before she too would give in to her womanly desires. I knew that to tackle this hungry lowborne bastard, she had to be shameless to the limit.
My mom’s might’ve suddenly remembered the purpose of them coming into this dark alleyway. She quickly got into a better posture and reached for the perverted driver’s trouser zip! His manhood was standing like a pole inside his brief and without wasting a second she started pulling down the zip.
"Arghhhhh…!!", The driver growled in ecstasy and was about to moan loudly, but then in order to stop him, my mom did the unthinkable! She suddenly planted her soft wet lips on his dark rough engorged lips, in the form of a kiss. The driver’s eyes grew wide with excitement as he thrust his tongue inside her wet mouth and began kissing her deeply. Although the smell inside his mouth must’ve been terrible, my mom had no choice to continue now that things had already gotten this far. However, she continued to use her agile fingers to quickly pull out his cock from the slit of his underwear, through his open trouser zip.
The sight of his cock was unbelievable! It was at least 9 inches long and 3 inches thick! Huge for any normal man! My mom’s eyes grew wide as she felt it in her palm. Bahadur’s hands didn’t stop either. The man responded to by mom’s touches on his hard dick by cupping her breasts firmly, massaging them with his hands.
My mom then disengaged from the French kiss but continued to occasionally lick and smooch his lips, which he was thoroughly enjoying! The driver’s vulgar method of molesting her was making her thoroughly embarrassed and her blood was gushing through her vessels making her shiver in pure ecstasy. She continued to stroke his warm naked shaft very expertly and saw it slowly gaining its full size. She pressed on the entire length of his erect penis and poked on its head with her thumb.
My mother stroked his hard-on very sincerely and allowed the perverted driver to caress her semi-naked jiggling breasts over her loosely hung bra-and-blouse. She continued it for so long that it became almost impossible for Bahadur to hold back his juices. The result was sweet as honey as she soon found him shaking in delight and elation as his whole body shook and he tried to hug her while warm white fluid gushed out of his cock and covered my mother’s fingers.
After that, both Bahadur and my mom took a few minutes to rest and especially my mother took some time to adjust her saree and bra-and-blouse. We soon left the alleyway and the neighborhood for the mechanic’s garage. I was excited and was hoping this would happen again on the way back!
But first, we had to see what the mechanic would say about the car… and my Mom!
By the time we reached the garage, I was actually asleep. So, my mother had to wake me up with a few shoves and nudges. When I opened my eyes, I saw that for the most part she had straightened herself up. Her hair was no longer disheveled; she had adjusted her red blouse-and-bra appropriately and covered her heavy bosom with her saree, so now she was once again looking prim and proper. However, looks aren’t everything. The smell of Bahadur’s sweat and his cum was still somewhat evident. Even though the stickiness in her left hand was gone, her palm still had the strong odor of sex. She tried her best to hide her shame, but the expression on her face gave it all away.
Bahadur was already inside the car garage when we entered. He was waiting for one of the mechanics at the desk. The garage was the same as any regular car repair shops. It was a huge space inside a warehouse with rows of workstations, each of them either with a fresh car or a damaged car or a broken down car or just plain empty. My mother and I went up to Bahadur and I asked him, "Hey, how long will this take?"
When Bahadur turned towards me to answer, I saw that his face was drained from cumming so hard in my sweet submissive mother’s hands. "The mechanic is on his way, chote sircar.", he replied.
Literally a minute after he said that, the mechanic appeared. From a distance, he seemed familiar and when he got closer, me and my mom’s jaws dropped when we recognized him. "Hey, aren’t you Kakababu’s nephew?", my mom asked him with shock and amazement.
Even he was flabbergasted to see us. "Bhabhi, you?", his voice was as heavy as ever. It was Haripada - our neighborhood tailor’s nephew! Just to recap, he was the same lowborne guy who had molested my mom in the pretext of taking her measurements (Read: The visit to the tailor), during our visit to Kakababu’s tailor shop, a few months ago. He was big and brutish as the day we had first seen him; a huge bear of a guy – close to six feet tall – with bulging muscles and tufts of body hair encompassing his massive frame. The huge man’s face was as ugly as ever – adequately covered in boils and his beard poking out like little sharp needles. He was wearing a blue-colored uniform which clung to his sweaty body and smelly body. Other than that, he was speckled in oil and grease stains, as all mechanics should be. When he came in front of us, I briefly caught his hungry eyes scanning my mother’s entire body from head to toe.
My mom’s expression turned to revulsion at the very sight of him. "But you were working as a tailor in Kakababu’s shop. How did you end up as a mechanic here.", she asked.
Haripada laughed, bearing his disgusting moss-covered teeth. "I wasn’t liking my uncle’s job after a while, so I came back to my hometown and now I’m working as a mechanic in this garage. What are you doing here?"
"I’ve come to a relative’s place.", she said with a fake smile.
Haripada looked at Bahadur. "Did you give Bhabhi a nice hard ride on her way here?", he asked with a wry smile.
"Yes, very nice and hard.", Bahadur winked and had the same wry grin on his face as Haripada. Their casual smiles obviously had a deeper and more vulgar meaning to it than what it sounded. Of course, my mom couldn’t catch any of it.
From the looks of it, Bahadur and Haripada were friends. How ironic that the driver who had just molested my mom on the way to this garage and the tailor-turned-mechanic who had molested her as well months ago, were such great friends.
The next few minutes were uneventful as Haripada asked our driver a few questions regarding the car, like "what had happened?" and "any noise the car had been giving prior to its problem", etc. The driver replied to most of his questions in a normal style. In the meantime, my mom was settled on a nearby chair. I noticed from her expression that she was highly nervous about being in a garage filled with strangers who kept stealing glances at her ripe, mature body and the fact that her two big molesters were also part of her present company. After the brief chat with Bahadur, Haripada went to work on the car. He opened the hood and was going over every inch of the car, using all the tools – screwdriver, hex keys, wrenches, pliers, etc. – that were available in his toolbox.
Bahadur was standing beside him, monitoring the fixes and also chatting casually. It was hard to hear what they were talking about because the garage was so much noisy, with sounds of hammering and sheet cutters and all the clanky noises that one hears in every garage. But, once in a while, they would laugh and look back at my mom and myself, and give sly knowing smiles to each other. No doubt, they were chatting about each of their experiences with my mother. Haripada was probably telling our driver about our trip to the tailor shop months ago and how he had taken measurements of her luscious body, while Bahadur must’ve been sharing his recent experiences with my mom inside the car, on the way to the garage.
After nearly an hour, my mom felt restless as neither of them were telling her what was wrong with the car and how long it would take to fix. So, after another few minutes, she walked towards the place where the car was being fixed, to recheck Haripada’s progress and also to find out how long it would take him to provide any information on the problem. Bahadur turned around and the tailor-turned-mechanic took his head out of the hood to reply. His ugly face seemed even dirtier now that it was dotted with dark greasy spots, his chest was heaving and beads of sweat were sliding down his large hairy chest. "Bhabhi, there’s a lot of issues with this vehicle. I’ve tackled some of the stuffs, but there are so many others to fix."
My mother gave a sigh of exasperation. "But this will cost a lot of money, right?".
"Yes, madam. That would be very expensive.", Bahadur replied, almost instantly.
Haripada followed suit. "Yes, Bhabi. Even though Bapi Da is our regular customer and we do give him discounts from time to time, fixing this car would cost a fortune."
Something smelled fishy from their conversation, but I decided to let my mother speak and not interfere. In truth, I was getting excited by the prospect of her falling into one of their traps. "Then what do we do?", she asked confusedly.
"Madam, sir will not like it when he hears that we had to spend so much money on the car.", Bahadur said with an air of false fear. Forget that, we didn’t even have the money to pay such a huge amount, I thought.
"Then what do we do? Haripada, is there anything I can do to cut down the price further?", my innocent mother asked.
The cunning driver and the shrewd mechanic looked towards each other and gave a slight smirk. "Yes, there might be a way…but for discussing that, you have to come to our office inside the garage.".
I knew this would happen! My mom looked at me in despair, as if she wanted me to say something. I decided that I had to say something at least. "So what happened? Go and talk to them, its okay. If that lowers the cost, then it’s good for us, right?", I said nonchalantly, but inside I was smiling with joy and excitement.
My mom seemed to understand that it was just a private chat that they would be having in the office. Nothing to be scared about. "Fine, let’s go.", she said to them.
"Wait, let me fix the car and then we’ll go."
When the car was fixed and ready to rumble, Haripada signaled that now was the time to go to the office to work out a deal. He led my mother and our driver to a room at the corner of the building. The reason that Haripada gave for bringing in the driver was that since my mom wasn’t knowledgeable in the subject of the mechanics of a car, they would need Bahadur to translate the finer details and work out an agreement.
In truth, I was aware that something was not right and that my sweet innocent homely mother was about to experience something she had never experienced in her life! The thought of that caused butterflies to flutter inside my stomach. As soon as they entered the room through the large wooden door, Haripada lowered the blinders and completely shut them off. Before locking the door, they hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign around the doorknob. Now, I felt a little scared! The walls were thick and the windows were sealed, so now there was no way for me to find out what was happening inside those closed doors.
While they were inside, I saw some of the mechanics stealing furtive glances towards me and grinning sheepishly. Their erratic stares were making me slightly uncomfortable and I couldn’t help but think how they must’ve felt I was stupid to let my mother go inside the room alone with two other men. I was feeling scared and excited at the same time and my stomach was in knots, with the though of what might be happening inside those closed doors. I wondered what this cunning ugly perverted driver and this brutish beast of a mechanic were doing to my mother.
I waited almost 30 minutes, writhing in anticipation of when they would open the door and come out. Finally, my silent pleas were heard and the door opened. When I saw my mother, I was shocked at her apparently disheveled visage. Her hair was completely in shambles, the kaajal (kohl – black colored eye cosmetic) appeared to be smeared all across her cheeks and there were also some speckles of some sticky transparent substance on her cheeks, forehead, nose and parts of her neck. Her saree was draped around her entire body very awkwardly and she was desperately holding it together. The thing that concerned me the most was the fact that she was walking in spaghetti legs – very wobbly and very steadily – as if she was hurting. She walked past me without making any sort of eye contact and went straight to the car, entering the backseat.
A few seconds later, I saw both Haripada and our driver emerge from the same room with satisfied expressions on their faces. They both seemed exhausted yet they were looking at each other and smiling sheepishly.
"Ok, Bahadur. Your car is fixed. Now get the hell outta here.", the big brute said jokingly as Bahadur entered the driver’s seat. I too joined in on the front seat now, since the backseat was being occupied by my seemingly upset mother. "Bhabhi, come back soon to our garage and let this humble servant of yours satisfy your needs again.", he commented with a wink and a pretentious smirk. My mother completely ignored him and looked in the other direction. I wondered what had happened to make her so upset.
The mechanic and the driver exchanged knowing smiles at each other and then we zoomed off!
When we got back to the bungalow, my mom slowly but briskly rushed to her room and locked the door from the inside. Uncle Bapi tried to call her, but she simply ignored his words. She had an attached bathroom inside her bedroom and I could almost hear the shower running. She must be freshening up, I thought.
Meanwhile, Bahadur explained to Uncle Bapi that the cost of repairs was minimal and he was able to get everything done with what the good uncle had provided. I was still curious as to what had happened inside that garage office room that gave my mother such a strange appearance and made her so upset. The possibilities of what might have happened were making me shudder in anticipation and ecstasy.
I didn’t realize however that I would soon find out the graphic details!
My sweet homely mother had been very quiet since the night we came back from the garage. It had been two days since then. She had been having her meals in solitude and rarely speaking to either me or Uncle Bapi unless we asked her a question. This was adding more layers to my curiosity. However, I didn’t want to ask Bahadur and I certainly couldn’t ask my mom. I wanted to maintain my image of a sweet innocent son I front of her eyes. I figured there was no way of knowing the truth and finally decided to give up.
Two days before we were going to leave, Uncle Bapi and my mom were downstairs having dinner while I was upstairs in my room watching some incest porn. I didn’t feel even the least bit aroused even while watching the most scintillating of scenes because all of that paled in comparison to the acts of depravity that I had witnessed my mom being subjected to in the last few months. Still, I needed some form of visual stimulation, so I continued to watch those dull videos. Just then, I heard Uncle Bapi’s voice calling my name.
"Bunty! Hey Bunty! Go to my room and fetch my glasses for me, please!", he yelled.
"Fetching!", I yelled back. It was such a bad timing. But to be honest, my dick really wasn’t getting anywhere by watching these lame videos. So, I trotted to Uncle Bapi’s room, to fetch his glasses. His room was quite neat and tidy, mainly because Karim Chacha cleans it almost everyday. There was a large flat-screen TV atop an end table (table with drawers), directly opposite to the bed. My curiosity piqued and I decided to have a look inside. When I opened the drawer and peered in, I saw a bunch of CDs. Each of those CDs had a date on them and a name! One was Antara – Dated 03/10/2012, there was another one Bipasaha – Dated 04/22/2012,…so on and so forth! As I surfed through the entire collection, I came across three CDs that shocked me to the core. One was dated on the same day we came to Siliguri and the other two were dated for the same day we went to the garage! And the name on top of that was Shikha – my mother! I was shocked! I knew that Uncle Bapi had his car wired and I knew for sure one of the videos would depict whatever happened in the car that day with my mom jerking Bahadur off. But I wondered was: what was the other CD for?
"Hey how long will you take to bring a pair of glasses?!", Uncle Bapi yelled again!
Startled, I quickly put the CDs back inside the drawer – all except one! I tucked the CD that I couldn’t recognize inside my shirt, grabbed the glasses that were on the bedside table and went downstairs to deliver them to Uncle Bapi. My mom had finished dinner by then and was cleaning the dishes inside the kitchen. I made no contact with her and quickly darted to my room. My laptop was already on. I closed the window that was showing the incest video, pushed in the CD and ran it!
When I played it, I noticed something odd. It wasn’t the inside of the car or anywhere in the house. It appeared to be an untidy office room. It had a large desk whose top was covered with thick oakwood. There was a large cushioned office chair behind the table where the 'boss' would probably sit and a couple of smaller cushioned chairs at the opposite end of the table. There was also a worn out couch in one corner of the room. There was a really old computer on the table which I could guarantee no one ever used. It was more a piece of furniture to make this make shift room look like an office. The walls of the room were covered with posters of Cars, and copies of the insurance papers that seemed to be mandatorily hung in the office. Against a wall of the office, stood a large steel book shelf which contained manuals to repairing different cars. There was an old rusty table fan near the table as well. All this seemed quite peculiar to me, but for some reason, it felt like my stomach was aquiver with anticipation. I knew something was about to happen here!
Moments later, a big brutish guy wearing a blue-colored uniform stepped inside the room. Following him, was a slightly chubby lady wearing a red saree and a red blouse, her left white bra strap visible from the side of her blouse; and an ugly looking masculine guy wearing a dirty old floral yellow shirt with the top two buttons ripped off, revealing his dark hairy chest. Obviously, at that very moment, I knew what this was!
"Gosh, they had a camera inside the garage office too!", was the first thought that came to my mind. It - was indeed my mom, Haripada – the mechanic, and Bahadur – the driver, inside that room! And this was the video of what happened inside the garage!
The big brute, Haripada, sat on the owner’s chair, his hairy sweaty lined over the armrests and his hideous face sporting a wicked smile, as he beckoned my mom and Bahadur to take their seats on the chairs across the large wooden table.
"You have seat first, madam.", said Bahadur, as he slowly pulled the left chair out like a supposed gentleman and requested my mother to sit. However, this was no gentlemanly gesture. As my sweet innocent mother obliged his gentlemanly request and was sitting down, Bahadur who was standing right behind her got a good glimpse of her deep creamy provocative cleavage from the top. Haripada looked towards his friend and bared his gruesome teeth in a smile, while my mother remained oblivious to their dirty stares.
The driver took his seat as well, soon thereafter, and then Haripada began to speak, "Okay, Bhabhi. Combining your expenses for the oil change, break check, power steering and labor charge, I estimate that you owe the garage about nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-seventy-eight rupees!"
My mom was shocked to hear that. "Why so much?! It took you barely an hour! Do you think I come out of the house carrying that much money?"
"How will I know how much money you carry outside the house? I only told you what I calculated. You can ask Bahadur if you want.". He brought out some papers from the drawer and handed them over to our driver who looked at them patiently and replied, "Yes, madam. The calculations are perfect."
"But right now", she asked nervously. Beads of sweat, as pure as silver, were starting to form on her pretty white forehead now. It was so erotic to watch her helpless condition on the video. Her begging, albeit discreetly, was slowly making my crotch itch.
"No, Bhabi. This is our garage policy. No customer can leave without proper payment….unless they want us to call the police!", Haripada warned.
My mom was horrified. "Police?! Please don’t say that. If my brother Bapi comes to find out then he will become even more ill. Okay, tell me something, is there anything I can do to cut down the price?"
Haripada gave a fleeting glance and a momentary victory smile towards Bahadur, and then turned towards my mom. "Meaning?", he asked with a serious face, "What do you want to do?"
"Whatever you say.", she replied. The innocent look on her face suggested she had no idea what she was getting herself into and that was strangely arousing for me to watch. I wondered what these perverted brutes would make her do.
Haripada put his fingers under his chin and gave a deep thought to my mom’s proposition for about 2-3 minutes and then said, "Hmmm, okay Bhabi…don’t be alarmed, but do you remember the day when you came into Kakababu’s tailor shop to give your measurements for the dress?"
My mom’s pretty eyes suddenly broadened in shock and she inadvertently adjusted her saree-pallu over her heavy blouse-covered bosom. "W-What the hell are you s-saying?", she stuttered in fearful shock.
"Hey, why are you getting scared? I’m only asking you a simple question.", he said with a creepy perverted smile on his ugly face. "So, do you remember?"
"Y-Yes", she nodded her head nervously.
"Hmmm, good. You should know that after watching your lusty mature body stuck inside that sexy blouse-and-petticoat and seeing the expression of hidden lust in your beautiful face, my heart and cock started twitching wildly in anticipation of when we would meet again.", Haripada subconsciously licked his dirty lips as shamelessly described how he felt during that day when he was taking my mom’s measurements inside the confines of that sordid trial room. "And then, that day, you slowly opened your petticoat…", his voice was going slow now as if he was enjoying slowly taunting my mother by openly narrating this incident in front of her low class driver, "….Aha! Sweet honey!", he was literally drooling now, as his mouth began to foam with whitish saliva while he licked his lips.
The expression on my mom’s face clearly suggested that she was both scared and disgusted at the same time by this pervert’s actions, while Bahadur just sat there and smiled. Haripada didn’t waste much time. "Bhabi, I can give you a deal: you show me that same half-naked form of yours and I’ll give you a big discount."
My mom’s eyes again grew wide on hearing this absurd proposal, the depravity of which shocked even me. She immediately rose up from her seat and angrily said, "Are you mad?! I’m a married woman! I don’t want to hear anything else from your filthy mouth! I’m going!"
My mom stormed to the door, but before she could open it, Haripada called out, "Okay, you can leave. But the moment you walk out of this garage, I’m going to call the police and tell them that you made off without paying my fees for fixing you car. And you driver will also support me."
My mom stopped in her tracks and looked back to see what Bahadur’s reaction would be. The cunning bastard just stared at her and said, "What can I do, madam? Leaving without paying is a crime, right?"
From the defeated expression on her face, I knew these two brutes had her. They smiled as my mom turned around with her head held low and returned to her place near the table. "I’m ready. But tell Bahadur to leave.", she said to the tailor-turned-mechanic.
Bahadur immediately turned toward his friend with a worried expression, as if to denote that he definitely did not want to miss this. Haripada just beckoned him to stay calm and said to my sweet innocent homely mom, "Your driver will remain here. He is my insurance policy or rather my eye-witness, lest you decide to change your mind."
My mom couldn’t say no, especially since this perverted mechanic was the one calling the shots. My dick was getting hard as I continued to watch this show unfold in front of me. "Okay, now slowly take off your saree, Bhabi. I wanna see you in the same way when I saw you that day at the tailor shop."
My mom gave one final glance at Bahadur – who was shamelessly leering at her with a gaping mouth, waiting for her to undress – and then took a deep breath. Slowly she grabbed her red pallu, parted it from her back and shoulder, and let it fall away from her luscious body. Haripada and Bahadur’s eyes grew wide with hunger as their eyes lingered over her heaving blouse-covered breasts as she slowly breathed in the shame of having two dirty low-class guys leering at her boobs so openly. Bahadur was sitting on the chair so he had a good underside view of her size 36DD breasts, while Haripada was lustily staring at the tightness and roundness of her massive melons including the long creamy valley that was created between the folds of her tits. His hungry eyes also trailed down towards her fleshy midriff and that deep, juicy navel in the middle. Since the atmosphere had become so hot and horny, my mom had started to sweat a little from the sexual tension. Parts of her deep red blouse were forming little wet areas and some parts of her exposed mature healthy body were dotted with little beads of sweat.
Haripada noticed that and said, "Bhabi, lift your hands up in the air, please." My mom was already getting thoroughly embarrassed, standing in her blouse in front of these these two low-borne perverts and withstanding their lewd stares. Now, she was probably wondering why this mechanic had asked her to lift her hands. But, with her head held low, she still complied. She lifted her hands high above her head as she was told.
As soon as she did that, Haripada slowly moved over to her and Bahadur’s side of the desk, while glaring at her body with his lusty-gaze. For a moment, I was scared that he was going to do something to her; and from her expression, I could tell that my sweet sexy mother was scared as well. But what he did was far more debasing. He pointed a finger at the wet patch that had formed on the red blouse against her armpit and said to Bahadur, "See, I told you that the sweat on her armpits form beautiful wet patches on her blouse.". They both laughed as soon as he said it and my mom’s cheeks flashed red in embarrassment. She quickly drew her arms down in shame as Haripada continued to smile.
My mom stood like that for some time, when Haripada again ordered. "Bhabi, stopping won’t do. Take your saree completely off." For a second, my mom looked at him in surprise. The big six feet brute stood like a huge bear, mere inches away, in front of my slightly chubby BBW mother. She was hesitant to have her in front of her like this when she was undressing, but there was no other choice. She slowly took off the folds of her saree while Haripada kept staring at her with lust-filled eyes and even Bahadur started occasionally scratching his cock over his trousers. My mom could probably feel this brute’s hot smelly breath bouncing off her face as she tried to occasionally cover her nose with her hand.
As the folds came off one by one, the outline of her deep-red petticoat slowly started coming into view. Once all the folds had been taken off, the entire petticoat – that was held together by a white thread tied to the front – came into view and my mom’s saree was bunched up in her right hand. Haripada gaped at her like a wild beast watching his prey in close proximity, his eyes red with lust. My mom couldn’t even look down as there was Bahadur who had also been sitting on the chair just inches away from the fleshy folds of her belly, leering at her and sometimes sniffing at her waist, while lightly stroking his cock over his pants. Haripada, on the other hand, had not touched his manhood yet and still, it appeared to be slowly taking shape inside his trousers. My mom decided to look at his broad uniformed chest while he devoured her magnificently sexy mature frame with his hungry eyes.
"Bhabhi, drop the saree on the floor.", he said with a soft horny voice and no sooner, my mom dropped it on the floor without any hesitation. She was beginning to understand that these men were in full control of her for some time at least. Haripada was just getting started. "Bhabhi, now put your hands behind you, together", he said. My mom did so compliantly. "Are you hands together?", he asked, building the suspense. My mom nodded and tightened her grip, pushing her heaving mammaries out even further. I was amazed at the scene. She looked top heavy like this and that’s I guess what Haripada wanted to see.
"Bhabhi, I can’t hold myself much longer."
Saying that, Haripada’s hand moved up and cupped my mother’s tits through her thin blouse-and-bra combination and started to move his hand from one to the other. "You said you would just watch."
Haripada ignored her protests and continued to slowly fondle her tits over her blouse. "You have nice titty's Bhabhi, I bet you like showing them off to other men don't you?"
"N-no…never!", she lied.
However, Haripada was able to catch her. "Don’t lie to me, slut." My mom and I were both immediately taken aback by his use of the word "slut" so casually and the fact that now he had started to speak with her more rudely. But, my sweet scared mother didn’t protest and so the dirty mechanic continued, "Your driver has told me that during your ride here how you let him fondle your boobs and masturbated him, like a common slut!" My mom looked at our driver with an astonished expression and the perverted bastard just winked at her with a wry grin. He was now brazenly stroking his cock over his trousers right in front of her, without any fear or hesitation.
While my mom was distracted, Haripada took advantage and suddenly unhooked the top two buttons of her blouse and without warning, tore the rest of it open with the force of his fingers. "Aaahh! What did you do?!", my mom cried. She was now standing in front of these two low class perverts with her blouse completely ripped off and her sheer white bra staring them right in the face. The bra was so tight that her tits looked like two soft footballs trapped against her chest, aching to get out. It was such a sexy sight! Haripada couldn’t stop staring at it for a few seconds and Bahadur clutched his cock really hard over his trousers.
Things were going to take an exciting turn now!
It was such a sexy sight! Her blouse was completely unbuttoned and her bra was now visible as the blouse fell open. The white color stood out against her tanned stomach and upper bosom. It was making my cock rock-hard – watching my sweet innocent homely mother with her blouse ripped open and her creamy smooth mammaries jutting out lewdly against the confines of her tight white bra, while these two brutes gaped at her majestic figure moist with sweat. Her reflex was too cover her heaving bra-covered breasts by placing her arms across them and although she was shocked by the sudden turn of events, she was too scared to raise her voice and protest since she was inside the room with these two muscular horny brutes. When open her mouth in a meek show of objection, it was quickly diffused by the ugly mechanic as he put his big hulking arms around her fleshy waist and pulled her close. Her petticoat covered thighs were now directly touching his growing manhood inside his pants, while his large ugly face leaned in and he placed his dark foaming lips on her soft wet lips.
"Unghhhh!!", my mom groaned as she struggled to push him away, but Haripada was too strong. I felt my cock twitch as this big nasty repulsive man forced his lips against hers. He was mercilessly sucking on her pink juicy lips and trying to pry them open by poking her lips with his long blackish tongue. His hands were held tight against her naked waist and he was constantly trying to pull her even closer. Finally, after struggling for what seemed like hours, my mom gave in and slowly parted her lips to allow him access to the honey inside her mouth. As soon as her lips were parted, I could see his tongue pushing forward trying to enter her mouth. He brushed his huge rough hands over my mom’s neck and cheeks and ran his thick sausage fingers through her dark brown silk hair as she withstood his onslaught, whimpering and breathing heavily.
By now, Bahadur was too horny to keep his feelings bottled in. So he took off his trousers, exposing his massive erect dick and started stroking it – up and down – shamelessly in front of his malkin (owner) and this big brutish mechanic. Seeing him, in the video, I too decided to take my pants off and started jerking off to my mother’s hopelessly depraved condition.
Haripada was kissing her deeply now. His hands had moved down from her fleshy waist and were now grasping her petticoat covered chubby bottom! My sweet homely mother now parted her lips a little and he pushed more of his blackish tongue inside her mouth as it touched the tip of her tongue. My mom shivered a little as she felt Haripada’s large rough hands gently exploring the surface of her enormous 38-size butt and groping her fleshy cheeks over the petticoat-and-panty.
Soon, they were almost locked in a lustful embrace! The tailor-turned-mechanic was practically lifting her off the ground as he groped at her ass while they kissed deeply, their tongues tangled together. For a second, Haripada pulled his tongue back and whispered, "Slut, give me your tongue.". My mom’s eyes were closed but she slowly nodded her head to show her obedience to this brute’s demands. He than started to kiss her again as she slowly pushed her tongue out and he sucked it into his mouth. While kissing, the big brute moved the thin material of her blouse away to expose her bra-covered breasts completely. Once the blouse was taken off, the mechanic let it casually drop to the floor, where Bahadur picked it up and started sniffing the sweaty moist piece of cloth with animalistic fervor. He then wrapped the soggy blouse around his huge manhood and started stroking in abundance.
My mom was too far gone in ecstasy to notice the driver do that. Her tongue was being furiously assaulted by this other brute and now with her blouse gone, Haripada started groping her tits over her lacy white bra. He gently traced her creamy boobs over the bra with his rough fingers and his eyes grew wide as he found what he was looking for! He traced his right hand onto her nipple impression and started to rub his thumb around in little circles. "Bahadur, your owner’s nipples are getting hard for me!" My mom’s cheeks flushed a deep red when he said that. She was embarrassed to admit that she was a little bit aroused by how she was getting turned on by being dominated by this brute.
"Mmmmm, my owner is such a slut!", he replied in horny ecstasy as he fervently stroked his cock with her sweaty blouse.
Haripada simply gave a wicked smile and while continuing to stare at her, he said, "Bahadur, rip out the thread from her petticoat, please!"
My mom’s eyes grew wide as soon as the words escaped from this ugly mechanic’s smelly mouth and she tried a meek stuttering protest, "N-no…p-please…". But it was too late. Bahadur quickly leaned in and with his left hand, he pulled the thread loose and in a matter of seconds, it fell hopelessly on the floor. The sight in the video made me go mad with lust, as I’m sure Haripada and Bahadur must’ve felt seeing her in that state!
My mature demure mother was now only clad in her bra and panties. Her creamy white cleavage, fleshy midriff, thunder thighs and jiggling fat buttocks were clearly visible for these two brutes’ hungry eyes. Bahadur, now unable to bear the burden of being left out of the action, stood up with his long 9-inch rod hanging in the air. He took off his floral shirt, exposing his hairy sweaty chest and his scarred body, as he stood behind my sexy scared mother. He was only a few inches taller than my mom, but his big brutish frame made him look like a lion compared to her.
I was shocked when Bahadur raised his hands from behind, to my mom’s boobs and gently squeezed them with both hands. My mom was now too far gone to protest, so she closed her eyes and threw her head back in pleasure. Haripada now put his mouth on the exposed parts of her boobs. I could see that she was getting increasingly aroused by the attention she was receiving from these two low-class bears. Bahadur held her tits together and Haripada sucked on both of her bra-clad breasts one by one. He also bit the nipples and my mom let out a moan of pleasure.
After that, my eyes went to my mother’s hands and I noticed both Haripada and Bahadur, each taking one of her hands – the mechanic the left and the driver the right – and placing it on their respective cocks. Bahadur’s cock was fully exposed so she was grabbing and stroking his clearly, but Haripada’s dick was still inside his trouser and I saw her hands moving in there. His tent had now grown to full size with this erotic stimulation!
The ugly mechanic suddenly looked at her and said, "Now, take off your bra, slut! I haven’t yet had the pleasure of seeing your naked boobs. Make my dreams come true!"
When my mom opened her eyes, I could see the emotional mix of fear and lust in them. She looked horny but also she wanted to spare some dignity. But these low-borne brutes would give her none of that. While my mom was struggling to respond, Bahadur fumbled to unhook her bra from behind and finally managed to open the brassiere hook.
"Haah!", my mom let out a stifled moan as soon as she realized what had happened. Haripada, almost instantly, shoved his tongue inside her open mouth and started massaging his tongue over hers.
My mom’s entire smooth creamy spotless back was now open for this brutish driver’s assault. He softly grazed his wiry fingers on the lustrous skin of her back from top to bottom and down her spine. He madly kissed each and every part on her smooth back. From the way my sweet homely mother twitched and let out muffled moans, I could sense that she was getting a nice tingling sensation on her back from the touch of his rough lips. To be honest, I was surprised by her reactions and was thoroughly enjoying the show as a result.
Haripada slowly sucked on my sweet mother’s tongue while working his hand around pulling the straps of her dress down over her smooth velvety shoulders. Realizing that she had no way of escaping her predicament and overcome by lust, she too complied and let the shoulder straps fall, holding just the cups over her tits. It was amazing to see her still trying to hold on to a shred of dignity and I was furiously jerking off while watching her squirm.
The dirty mechanic saw what she was doing and gently pulled her arms away and let her bra fall abruptly to the ground. Now, her 36DD milk tanks were uncovered for both the brutes to see. My mom stood motionless, fixed in the same position where she was standing as these two low-class hungry beasts were poised to attack her heaving boobies. Bahadur wasted little time as he brought his cold hands on her naked breasts and his face pressed into her bare back from behind. He crazily mauled her melons from behind and slowly brought his fingers down to her navel. He made circular motions with his fingers around her perky navel for almost a whole minute.
While the driver’s fingers were working on her navel, Haripada bent his head down and placed his lips directly over her light-brown nipple and started to nibble and circle his tongue around. My mom was shivering but aroused at the same time as the large brute worked his coarse tongue around her tasty areola. "Mmmmmm….Ahhhhh….!!!", my mom let out deep poignant moans, as this brute gently started to lick and kiss his way up to her sweaty neck and under her chin until his lips were on hers again and his tongue back inside her mouth. I watched my homely innocent mother slowly sucking on his tongue as the tailor-turned-mechanic’s big manly hands massaged and squeezed her heaving mammies.
Owing to the constant attention that she was getting by these two horny smelly low-class animals, her body was gradually getting engulfed in the flames of illegitimate pleasure. One part of her mind was frozen in the pangs of passion and the other part of her mind was imploring her to come back to her senses. These low-borne guys also appeared to enjoy her a lot too. No doubt they’ve tasted women before and definitely mature women, but I was sure that they had never had a taste of such a high class mature sexy beauty all their life. Their cocks had been waiting for this their whole adolescent lives!
Since her panty now remained the only obstacle to my mom’s dressing in birthday suit, Bahadur was poised to get it off. My mom appeared in no condition to stop. She simply kept smooching Haripada as Bahadur trailed his hands from her navel to her waist and stopped at the straps of her panty. He put his thumbs in each of those panty straps and swiftly brought it down from her waist down to her waxed smooth legs and finally to the floor. My mom tried to move but Haripada hugged her, causing her massive boobs to crush against his big broad chest.
I was shocked at her appearance. Her gold bangles and mangalsutra were the only things which still remained on her bare skin. Other than that, she was standing stark naked in front of these two beasts!
Meanwhile, Haripada had grabbed a hold of his trousers and slid them down his legs. He broke the kiss for a second as he had to kneel down and pull them all the way because his legs were so muscular and hairy. When he started to get up, my mom stared wide-eyed at his cock that was sticking straight out like a massive pole. It was at least 8 inches in length, almost the same size as Bahadur’s but much thicker! Haripada stepped out of his shoes as my mom stood there staring at his cock which had to be as thick as my wrist. He took a hold of her left hand and gently placed it around his shaft. My mom couldn't even get her fingers completely around it. She slowly worked her hand around as much of it as she could as the big brute reached around her to cup her naked ass in his big hands.
All three of them were now naked in the garage!
In the meantime, Bahadur was now focusing his attention on my mom’s pussy. The lowly driver moved his hand down her stomach and pelvis as he began exploring her public hair. As a reflex, my sweet homely mother thrust her hips back as if to allow him better access to her womanhood, while she continued to kiss the mechanic and played with his rock-hard boner. Getting such encouragement from a mature high class lady, Bahadur became mad with lust and pushed his hand down further until he felt the swollen lips of her pussy. He dragged his fingers along them, enjoying the texture of her intimate skin made slippery by her own juices. "Mmmmm, madam, you’ve become very wet and horny!", he commented shamelessly.
My mom was in no position to reply owing to the assault posed by Haripada’s tongue on hers. So, Bahadur continued to move his fingers back and forth over my mom’s vagina. Her wet juiced allowed him to do this smoothly, like she was an oiled machine. A few seconds later, the tips of his fingers began to enter her warmness. My mom arched forward, breathing frantically into Haripada’s mouth as he kissed her. The driver moved his hand in circular motions, sliding his fingers along her vaginal lips, and teasingly playing with her clit. With his free hand he slapped her fleshy butt, making it jiggle provocatively.
The mechanic soon broke the kiss, lightly touched her cheeks that were moist with his saliva drooling down her lips and looked into her demure eyes with lust as he said, "Now, its time for you to suck my cock, slut." He then moved back and sat on the wooden table, with his feet on the edges and his legs spread apart. He was sitting in such a vulgar position that his hard thick manhood was now lewdly pointed straight up at the ceiling and his hairy ass was visible from the underside. Bahadur pulled out his thick fingers from her pussy and they came out wet and sticky.
My mom was a little hesitant to move forward seeing the mechanic’s huge boner staring up at her face, but Bahadur gave her a light push and she moved forward and supported herself by holding on to Haripada’s thighs. His cock was now mere inches away from her face. But she was still unsure whether she wanted to put it in her mouth. Haripada gave her some unwanted encouragement by grabbing her head with his massive left hand and abruptly pushing it down to his cock. As a result, she inadvertently kissed its head. The big brute’s cock had a huge head and it was pointing to her face, making it look as though a one-eyed snake was staring at its prey. Watching that scene, she became a little hesitant.
Bahadur provided some more encouragement as he forced two slippery fingers into her wet twat. He pushed them in up to the knuckle and pulled out within a second. "Ahhhhhh…!!!", my mom moaned in ecstasy and Haripada thrust his huge thick manhood into her mouth instantly. Her eyes grew wide and she dug her fingers into the large brute’s tree-trunk like thighs, as she struggled to keep even half of his gigantic shaft in her mouth. Haripada gently held the back of her head with his hand to keep her from rising as he slowly thrust in and out of her wet mouth. As he was going in, I saw the veins in my mom’s throat tighten and bobs of spit escape the sides of her mouth as she struggled to accommodate his throbbing manhood. As his cock was coming out of her mouth, I saw her veins relax and his thick rod covered in saliva. Her mouth was dripping as well, with a mix of spit, saliva and precum.
"Mmmmm you fucking bitch! You don’t know how horny and sexy you look like this! Anybody will go mad looking at you!", he commented. My mom only coughed and spat out some more of his precum, some of which landed on his thighs and some on the edge of the table. Haripada just grinned while watching his condition.
My mom’s expression seemed like she was also getting aroused as Bahadur continued to finger her sweet pussy furiously. She had thrust her hips backward to allow him complete access. He pulled out his fingers occasionally to tease her clit and occasionally in-between periods of sucking the mechanic’s cock, she would let out low moans. She was becoming much more compliant now as she ran her tongue around the head of Haripada’s penis, then gently sucked along its length until its half-length filled her throat.
Bahadur pushed his fingers back inside her, wiggling them a little when they were all the way in, then pulling them out again. He divided his time finger fucking her womanhood and rubbing her clit. This action was arousing her to no end!
"Unghhhhhh….Mmmmmmm….Ahhhhh…!!!", she moaned while she sucked their mixed juices from his shaft, digging her nails slightly into Haripada’s beastly dark-skin. Bahadur continued pumping his fingers into her with ferocity. My mom whimpered harder, her breathing getting faster. The room was filled with sounds of muffled moans and heavy panting. This was music to my ears and honey to my eyes as I too stroked my cock furiously at the scene in front of me.
My mom soon forced her head up from Haripada’s manhood, bobs of precum and spit going everywhere. She shut her eyes and bit her lip, making loud grunts and gasps which echoed around the dirty office room. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead and back, enticed on by the hotness inside the room. My mom’s knees bent and she threw her head back, mouth wide open letting out a long agonizing moan. Bahadur’s fingers were in a flurry going in and out of her sopping pussy, pulling out for brief seconds to rub her clit and shoving them back in. She rocked her fleshy hips on her driver's hand. Her legs gave way from the intensity of the feeling. Haripada stopped her falling by holding her hands, while Bahadur’s fingers were still deep and working the walls of her vagina. He must’ve felt warm juices running down his hand. Her love-canal must’ve contracted and released around his fingers as she dug her fingers into Haripada’s lap.
"Bahadur, what did you do? You made the bitch so horny that she discharged her juices in you hand! Hahahahahh!", Haripada’s laugh was horrid and hollow, while Bahadur put his soggy fingers in his mouth and sucked on my mom’s pussy juices. Clearly they were both having a kick out of humiliating her!
But the worst (or best) was yet to come!
After the orgasm that she received at the hands of her own low-class driver, my sweet sultry homely mother was spent. Her knees were weak and she held on to Haripada large shaggy muscular thighs for support. Bobs of spit and cum were still streaming down her gaping mouth and chin, landing on the old wooden table. She took deep breaths trying to recover.
"So Bhabhi, did you like it?", he asked. My mom looked up at the cunning perverted mechanic and saw him grinning from ear to ear, his sodden erection still throbbing, standing proud in front of her face. Before she could respond, Bahadur said, "How will madam no like it? Her juices are rushing out of her pussy as though there’s a flood happening!", they both laughed at the comment while my mom’s cheeks turned red in embarrassment. I looked closely at her thighs and I really saw a trickle of her womanly juices flowing down her thighs. She was aroused but owing to her dignity, she was afraid to admit it.
"Huhh…phew….that’s e-enough…let me g-go now….huhhh…please!", my mom pleaded in a stammering way.
Haripada sat up with his legs hanging from the table and his cock glistening with the mix of saliva and precum. He looked deep into my mom’s pleading eyes with a hungry look and said, "Slut, do you really want us to leave you so soon?". As soon as he said that, I saw the driver kneel behind her and insert his nostrils deep into the crevice of her buttocks from below. Barely had one sensation died down, when the other replaced it.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!", my mom moaned and grabbed on to the big brute’s hairy sweaty muscular chest for support. Bahadur was frantically kissing and sucking her pussy mound while Haripada held her in place and played with her massive melons. I saw my mom involuntarily spread her legs further apart and arched her hips backward giving the low class driver better access to her pussy. As soon as he got the encouragement, Bahadur inserted his tongue into the slit gently nibbling and pulling on my labia. The camera angle was perfect and I was enjoying every second of this scene. My dick was rock hard and throbbing, in both pain and pleasure.
Bahadur was working his tongue in perfect motions along her labia causing her pussy to get wet again. Lightning struck at some part of my mom’s raw sensual nerve and she bit her lips in burning desire. As a result, she started to rotate her hips enjoying the touch of his tongue. She jumped when the driver touched my clitoris with his tongue, and Haripada put his rough hands on each of her smooth creamy shoulders to calm her down. Bahadur was very skilled as he flickered his tongue, gently moving in little circular motions with just enough pressure that made my mom squirm even more.
"So Bhabhi, shall I ask Bahadur to stop?", the mechanic asked with a sheepish grin.
"Mmmmmmm…!!!", she let out a low moan and nodded her head sideways. My mom was too aroused to even come up with a wordy answer.
Haripada grinned even more after watching her in such an erotic state and said again, "Porsihkar kore bolun, Boudi. Bahadur ke thamte bolbo?").
My mom held her legs apart as the driver put more pressure on all the right areas with his tongue. Despite such stimulation, my mom was able to blurt out, "Ahhhhh…Noooo….Please…..Don’t stop! Unghhhhhh!!!" Her moans and grunts were strong and full of arousal. Haripada laughed at her response.
My mom started to move her hips down to try and bring as much of his tongue inside her as she could. Bahadur entire face appeared to be covered by her soft round globes. As Bahadur continued to fuck her with his relentless tongue, Haripada said, "Slut, open your mouth wide for me and close your eyes!". My sweet innocent mother did as the mechanic asked and I could see his head lowering toward her face as he said, "Keep it wide open for me!". I then saw a large amount of Haripada’s spit fall into her mouth. It was disgusting yet so sexy to watch.
"Swallow it!". My mom obeyed and swallowed his spit as Bahadur kept up the relentless licking until her body started to quiver and I knew she was about to cum. Bahadur seemed like an expert as his tongue snaked in and out of her vagina and his teeth was gently nibbling her clitoris. He put just enough pressure on her clit to give her the right stimulation until I finally knew she was there.
His teeth bit, pulled and twisted her clit which sent her entire body into a violent shudder. "Aooowwwhhhhhhh!!!", my mom let out a scream as she hit her peak again. She fell on Haripada’s dark manly chest, breathing heavily trying to recover from another intense orgasm. Bahadur rose up from behind her. His face covered with my mom’s sticky juices. He was grinning happily staring at his handiwork.
"Now, madam is ready, you pimp!", Haripada said as they both laughed heartily, much to my exhausted mom’s embarrassment. She had orgasmed twice already in less than 30 minutes and therefore, was still leaning against Haripada’s chest while the big brute ran his fat fingers gently down her creamy sweaty backside. In the video, I saw Haripada looking at Bahadur with his hungry eyes and both nodding heads. I was willing to bet that some silent deal had been struck between the two and they were now going to go further with my already exhausted mother.
All of a sudden I saw my mom being lifted into the air from the waist by the big brute, Haripada. "Ooohhh!", she screeched as she felt cold hands on her bum cheeks. The cunning driver smiled through his cum-drenched face when he saw his partner had bodily lifted my sweet tired mother on his broad shoulders when she was lost in the delirium of passion. It was incredibly exciting for me to see a naked lowly mechanic carrying my nude mother on his shoulders with his hands around her buttocks. By this, I could see that both her body and mind were thrown in the throes of passion. One leg of hers was dangling in the air & the other was half-bent at the knee, her massive melons and mangalsutra were bouncing around from her bosom in the air. Her soft chubby feminine body now completely belonged to these two brutes and she was ready to copulate with Haripada’s strong manly body.
The big brute spun her around and gently released her on the wooden table, flat on her back. My mom looked at him with timid lusty eyes and said, "Please, be gentle." I was surprised to hear that from her, but I knew that by now she had understood that there was no way these two low-class beasts were letting her go without fucking her! This was their one opportunity to fuck a mature high-class woman and there was no way they would let that chance slip out of their fingers.
Haripada stared into her eyes and gave an ugly grin. "Don’t worry, slut. I’ll fuck your pussy, not tear it apart!", he laughed hysterically.
To ease her a little, the ugly mechanic bent down and gently started to kiss her soft boobs which gave her goose bumps as she felt his lips touch her creamy skin. "Mmmmmm….ahhhhhhhh!!", my mom let out a muffled moan. The mechanic was nibbling on her tits and gently biting around her nipples, while he picked up her chubby legs and spread them apart, resting her feet on the edges of the table just like he had done before. Bahadur came around the table and stopped just near the front, his solid manhood lewdly pointed at my mother’s face. I believe she understood what he wanted and since he had given her such a great orgasm, she was forced to oblige his improper request. My mom slowly reached out with her right arm and put her fingers on the driver’s 8-inch cock and started to rub the head with her thumb. She then started to move her hand along its length feeling the thick veins along the shaft and trying to take in its thickness.
Meanwhile, Haripada’s rod was now looking like a wet blunt spear directly pointing toward her dripping cunny. He continued to kiss her heaving mammaries as he prepared to enter his erect dick into my mother’s dripping cunt. "Hahhhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhh!!", my mom let out a gasp as she felt the head of his penis spreading her labia apart and slowly moving along the slit. She stopped stroking Bahadur’s tall hard-on as the perverted mechanic gave a little shove and she wriggled as the head of his cock entered her pussy. She involuntarily spread her legs apart to give him more access to her moist love-canal.
Haripada continued to nibble at her boobies as I saw him push forward lodging the head of his cock another inch inside my mother. "Ahhhhh…it’s hur-hurting…it’s t-too la-large!", she groaned as his cock sunk deeper against the walls of her vagina.
The dirty mechanic lifted his head from her boobs long enough to say, "It’s bound to be large, slut! That’s what a real man feels like! You’ll feel good after some time. Don’t worry. Take your driver’s big fat cock in your mouth and suck it like a lolly pop. That’ll make you both feel better!"
My mom did as she was told and turned her head toward Bahadur’s erection and tilted his cock enough to be able to take him in her mouth. The hideous brutish driver placed his rough hand on her head and started to stroke her silky shampooed hair as she sucked on him. Haripada’s advice worked and she wrapped her legs around his huge waist, resting her heels on his manly ass as he pushed his penis further inside her swollen clit.
"Ahhhhh, seriously slut! Even at this age, your pussy is so wet and tight! I’ve never fucked such a tight pussy in my entire life!", he commented as he slowly pushed his cock forward. After a few seconds, I saw him back out and then he pushed himself forward again, driving himself further inside my sweet homely mother’s love-hole. "Ohhhhhh, it feels so big inside me!". The horny driver immediately kept one hand on her shoulder, putting the other on the back of her head, and guided her mouth down over his cock and watched half of it disappear. "Don’t stop, madam! Ahhhhh!!!", he told her. She was almost literally caught between a rock and a hard place. My mom’s lips and mouth closed around his ridged dick. The driver pinched her shoulder and the mechanic pinched her nipples, both expressing their pleasure as they felt the soft moistness of her mouth and the wetness of her twat respectively.
My cock was about to burst seeing this erotic scene unfolding in front of my eyes but I decided to hold out until they reached climax.
"You have no idea how I’m feeling, fucking a high society big-boobed slut like you!" I noticed the passion in Haripada's eyes as he continued pushing himself deeper inside my sweet sultry mother. Her pussy appeared stretched as the dirty mechanic slowly fucked her. But instead of protesting, my mom pulled her mouth away from the driver’s cock and yelled, "Ahhhhhh!! Ohhhh yessss! Fuck Me! I want it all inside me!" I was pleasantly surprised by the turn of events. My mother had accepted her slutty side and now was shamelessly begging for Haripada’s cock like a common whore!
Bahadur again pulled her head tighter towards him, burying his entire length inside her mouth. My mom pulled back, murmuring. Letting go of her head, the hairy brute watched as she pulled away from him and choked a little. "Not so rough, please.", she coughed. Bahadur laughed.
Haripada leaned forward and probed his tongue back into her nipples as he licked them with great passion, while he lifted himself up enabling to push inside her deeper. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!", my mom moaned, her body trembling as she felt the massive brute’s large boner sliding in and out of her honey-pot. Occasionally, she glanced down between her massive boobies and saw this thick cock disappearing inside her.
In the video, I could see his cock each time he thrust himself inside her making her body shake and shiver as his huge bear-like body touched hers. Haripada’s cock was glistening now from her love-juices. My mom was also reciprocating his advances, as she bucked her hips up to meet the beast’s downward thrusts into her. The contrast of his massive black hairy body above my mom’s creamy chubby body drove me insane with desire as I pumped my hard-on furiously.
Bahadur was also nearing his own orgasm as he continued to fuck her mouth with abandon! My mom opened her mouth to allow him to let his cock slide in. Placing his hand back on her head he shoved his cock back into her wet mouth, all the way to the hilt. She tried to pull back, but the nasty driver would only allow her to withdraw to his head before shoving himself deep inside again. Bobs of saliva and precum ran down the corners of her lips as she deep-throated him with frenzy. He gripped her head tightly while fucking her face, making sure he was in control of the rhythm.
Haripada looked towards his partner and winked. Bahadur also nodded his head and no sooner, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. My sweet innocent mother looked surprised to see him back off just before climaxing and was even more surprised when she realized that the big tailor-turned-mechanic was also pulling his cock out of her as well. She was in the brink of another orgasm and the sudden withdrawal left her hanging high-and-dry.
"What are you doing?!", she groaned surprisingly, "Why did you guys pull out? Please put it back in me! I haven’t cum yet!". To my utter amazement, she was actually begging these two brutes to fuck her! What a slut she had become!
Haripada laughed. "I will fuck you my sweet sexy slut! But if you want every inch of my hard baby-maker inside your lovely pussy, then you need a different position! Flip over! On your hands and knees!" I was shocked. He wanted to fuck her doggy style! That would allow for all of his throbbing manhood to penetrate inside the walls of her lovebox.
Without a single protest, my mom flipped over and assumed her position on her hands and knees. She was now bereft of any strength to offer any meaningful resistance. Her sexy plump ass was staring Haripada in the face. The cunning mechanic and driver smirked at how easily they were able to manipulate my mother into submission. She waited in that position for a few seconds, before getting annoyed and said, "What happened now?!"
Haripada slapped her ass cheeks hard making her wince in pain, "Aaaaoooowwww!!".
"Beg us, slut! Beg us for our cocks!", the nasty cruel brute Haripada said in an authoritative tone.
My mom had no choice but to oblige. "Please put that big cock back in my wet pussy! Please! Please!", she begged like a whore.
Haripada smiled at his partner and grabbed my mom’s ass cheeks with his huge palms. Then, without delay, he aimed his dick at her pussy and entered with a rocking thrust. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!", my mom gave a loud moan in pain and pleasure as his dark erect manhood plunged deep inside her love-canal. From the lust-filled expression in her face, I knew she felt his hard penis slid into the depths of her cunt and hit the walls of her cervix. Her vaginal walls tightly gripped the big brute’s dark manhood as if to hold it there.
Meanwhile, Bahadur moved forward with his own manhood sticking out against her face, glistening with her saliva and his precum. Before putting his erection in her mouth, my sweet homely mother, on all fours, started licking and teasing his hairy testicles. "Ohhhhhhhh!!", she gently took each one into her mouth and sucked as this thug of a driver moaned with pleasure. She moved from his testicles to the shaft giving much attention to both. His testicles were huge and every time she would touch them with her tongue, Bahadur’s body would jump from the sensitivity in that area. My mom was clearly starting to enjoy this.
Haripada’s pubic hair was entangled with my mother’s and with each thrust, his four-pack abs was slapping against her chubby buns. Suddenly, there was a new sensation as the big brute pushed one of his thick fingers deep into her virgin anus!
"Mmmmmm…..!!!!", came the noise from her mouth while she continued to suck the driver. Earlier, she might have panicked, but now she just groaned in pleasure as she felt both the dirty mechanic’s cock and his finger working inside her, separated by only a thin membrane of skin. This seemed to take her to another level of arousal, sending another charge through her already overheated body making her shiver in ecstasy. My mom was dripping sweat and panting crazily as she sucked on Bahadur’s cock with increased urgency.
After several more minutes of hard pounding, Haripada knew she was close, for he could feel the twitching, tightening contractions of her internal muscles around his finger. But he wasn’t going to let her release so easily. Once again, just on the brink of her orgasm, Haripada pulled his thick manhood out of her wanting pussy. My mom, shocked by his withdrawal, pushed Bahadur away and turned around with a fury in her eyes. "What happened now?! Please! Fuck me! Don’t leave me dry and wanting!", she begged unabashedly to these low class brutes.
"Wait, slut! Give my friend here a chance as well to fuck your tight hole!", he looked at Bahadur and smirked, "So buddy, what are you waiting for? Get on the table, underneath your madam!". Bahadur was more than happy to oblige.
Truth be told, my mom was too far gone to protest. So she sat up on her knees and allowed her driver to get on the table and position himself underneath her luscious body. She spread her legs so that Bahadur’s massive thighs could squeeze in between her own thunder thighs. Now his cock – sliimy with her own saliva and his precum – was directly underneath her raging womanhood. My eyes grew wide as I saw her reach down to grab his stiff rod, willingly placing the spongy tip at the entrance of her saturated pussy.
"Unghhhhhhh!!", my sweet homely mother bit her lip and slowly slid down, as she was impaled upon every inch of his meaty manhood, sliding all the way inside her tight wet cunt. Haripada’s dick was covered in their juices and he stroked it slowly while watching these two horny mates fucking like rabbits. Honestly, I was doing the same while watching this video.
My mom started grinding her hips and bouncing up and down on this dirty driver’s bare naked member. He held a tight grip on the plump globes of her 38-size hips as he thrust up into her, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice. "Madam, you’re a machine! I’m can barely keep up with you!", he said panting heavily. My mom didn’t reply, instead she simply closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his thick member going in and out of her wet snatch. After a few moments she leaned forward and rested her forearms on the edge of his thick shoulders. Seeing the chance, Bahadur raised his head a little and his coarse lips found her big jugs and he started kissing and sucking her taut nipples in the midst of their lustful fucking. My mom then began doing a slow grinding as she ran a hand through his hair. Bahadur, on the other hand, took her right tit in his mouth, biting down on the nipple and sucking like a thirsty infant. As a result, she started to ride his cock with even more eagerness, trying desperately to get herself off.
Suddenly, from behind, Haripada came up to her and slapped her ass cheeks hard two or three times! "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!", my mother gave a loud cry of wincing pain and the nasty mechanic instantly licked her reddened cheeks like a hungry animal. His nose then poked thru the inside of her buttocks and his nostrils deeply indulged in the flavor of her butt crevice. His eyes were getting red as he took in the aroma of her ass. Then I saw him spit on his fingers and insert his broad fingers right in the valley between my mother’s butt cheeks. He rubbed his wet fingers over her ass-hole and seemed to lubricate it for some reason.
My mom appeared to sense what was coming and she immediately turned around from her compromising position and looked at Haripada with horrified eyes. "Please….hufff…wait…hufff …huff….not there…hufff….you’re too big for that hole!!", she pleaded while panting heavily.
"Goddamit! You have made me too horny! I have been waiting for a long time to shove my dick up such a tasty ass! Its time to use my dipstick to check your oil!", he growled.
"AaaarRRRRghhhhh!!!", my mom groaned loudly as she felt a searing pain tearing her ass-hole, when the big brute parted her ass-cheeks by hand and the bulging head of his still hard penis made the virgin entry into her black hole. Bahadur quickly shoved his fingers inside her mouth and she bit down on them to prevent herself from screaming further! Bahadur, surprisingly was not at all affected by her bite.
My mom had parted her legs a little bit to cooperate with his rear entry. "Don’t tighten up your ass.", the big brute advised as he made his way slowly inside her tight asshole, "Relax your butt muscles.". My mom nodded and slowly released Bahadur’s fingers from her jaws. I was relieved to see that she had only managed to give him teeth marks and not sunk her teeth too deep. However, the expression on her face suggested she was still in pain.
Bahadur’s cock was still lodged deep inside her pussy while Haripada was trying to invade her ass. It was a solid DP (Double-Penetration) situation! My sweet homely mother was sandwiched between two hungry wolves.
Her butt-hole was a bit too tight for him but he managed to slide about half of his manhood in. All the while, Bahadur was pounding her pussy from underneath. All three of them grunted and roared as they pounded and humped each other into a world of agony and ecstasy! The tailor-turned-mechanic was holding on to her back by tightly grabbing her waist with his hands from behind. The driver reached up and grabbed handfuls of her massive milk tanks and squeezed her nipples hard between his knuckles.
"Mmmmm…Bhabhi, you’re gonna make me cum inside your ass! Ufff it’s so damn tight!", he moaned. After a few strokes of his cock and slapping of his testicles on her bum, he grunted from behind and I saw his penis twitching inside her butt. Soon, his cum slipped out of her ass & the resulting slick of his sperm stained the floor. He pulled out slowly and crashed on the smaller revolving chair with exhaustion.
My mom and Bahadur were reaching their climaxes too. His hands were moving on my mom’s breasts, squeezing, pinching and mauling them. She did a little rotational wiggle with her hips and proceeded to slam up and down and up and down over and over and over. "Aahhhhhh, madam, I’m about to shoot my load! Sit up on the floor so I can cum in your mouth!", he said.
My mom did as she was told and as she parted from his cock, I could see her juices flowing down from her moist snatch and Haripada’s sticky cum leaking from her rear on her thighs. She kneeled down on the floor as the driver stood up with his dick looking like it’s about to shoot. She grasped his manhood with her left hand and started stroking it furiously. Within seconds, thick spurts of warm semen escaped from the opening in its head and landed like white threads on her face, tits and neck. My mom looked so sexy with her hair down and covered with grease and cum! I too cummed hard watching her in this state!
Bahadur, then lay down on the table exhausted while my mother sat back on the other smaller revolving chair. All three of them were thoroughly spent!
Afterward, the mechanic gave my mom some paper towels which she used to wipe her face and body, as best as she could. After gathering their clothes and making themselves proper, Haripada promised to give them a huge discount on their car-fixing bills and they soon stepped out of the office room.
I closed my laptop at that point as my mind played that scene over and over again. I knew I had to keep the disc back where I found it, but I was too tired to care. I also knew that once Uncle Bapi had it, he would play it over and over again until he cummed at least ten times, watching his sister getting banged hard by these two thugs – one of them his own driver! With that in mind, I snuck into my bed and quickly went into slumber!
The next morning, at around 7:00 AM, I heard a knock on the door. My orgasm last night while watching my sweet mature innocent mother being used and abused by two ugly low-class perverts had made me extremely exhausted. I woke up cranky and gingerly walked to the door. As soon as I was opened it, my crankiness turned to shock and then transformed into fear. Outside the door, Uncle Bapi was standing with a wide grin on his bearded face.
"Bapi Mama, t-tumi e-khane? Ki byapar? ("Uncle Bapi, you’re here? What happened?"), I stammered.
"So, did you sleep well?", he asked. I nodded. "Actually, I came here cause I have been looking for a CD of mine since last night. I haven’t found it yet. Have you seen it?"
It immediately hit me! He was looking for the disc that had the video of my mom being fucked by the driver – Bahadur – and the garage mechanic – Haripada (who incidentally happened to be the same man who had worked for Kakababu as a tailor). I was fumbling for an answer and in my haste, I said, "N-No…Uncle Bapi…I didn’t see it….I mean…by mistake…", I immediately bit my tongue and tried to recollect my thoughts when Uncle Bapi put a hand on my shoulder and gave a warm smile.
"Don’t worry, Bunty. I know everything.", my eyes grew broad and my heart skipped a beat when he said that. "Don’t be so alarmed. I know how to look at your mother.". I shook my head unable to meet his eyes in shame. Uncle Bapi, however, continued. "Don’t worry. You’re in the same position now that I was many years ago…because of your mother! I’m also an incest-cuckold just like you!" I was surprised to hear that confession from my uncle and that gave me the courage to suddenly meet his eyes. He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "Do you want to know the story of how your mom – and my sister – lost her virginity?"
I was shocked! A host of questions flooded my mind. How could he know how my mom lost her virginity? Did they discuss it, ever? Wasn’t my father the first man she ever had sex with? If not, who was? My head was getting dizzy with all these obscure questions when Uncle Bapi interrupted my thoughts saying, "Hey, do you want to know or not?"
I looked up at him, and without saying a word, I nodded my head in a "Yes."
"Ok, come to my room. I’ll tell you what happened that night."
In his room, Uncle Bapi told me several shocking hot stories about my mom when she was young and when he used to be a sis-cuckold, including the time when she lost her virginity, her first ever encounter with a low class male and her first meeting with my father, leading to their eventual marriage. We spent the whole day chatting about it at every opportunity and during every discussion we would get hard and shamelessly wank our hard-ons in front of each other. I bonded very well with Uncle Bapi that day which was good considering the next day we were about to leave.
The next day I woke up with a lot of things on my mind. Although I was sad about leaving Siliguri with all these adventures related to my sweet homely careless mother etched in my head, I was excited to go back home to our lives where the familiar adventures waited. As the web memories continued to spin around in my mind, I decided to come down for some breakfast. It was still early in the morning – about 6:30 AM – and our train was in the afternoon. I walked down the staircase and decided to head to the kitchen to make myself some tea. Suddenly, as I approached, I heard whispers inside.
"What are you doing? Ufff! Not here, please. Someone will see.". It was my mom’s voice. I wondered what she was doing so early in the kitchen and who she was talking to. Normally, even Karim Chacha doesn’t wake up until at least 7:00 AM.
As I got closer, I froze when heard another male voice say, "Don’t stop me today, madam. Today you’re leaving. No idea when you’ll be back. So, just for today let me play with this mature juice body of yours, please!"
I peered through the side of the wall leading to the kitchen and was in awe of what I saw. My mom was wearing a half-sleeved loose pink floral nighty and she was standing like a foot in front of this low-class driver of Uncle Bapi, who was constantly trying to either grab her smooth creamy arms or tugging at her loose nighty which hung on her body quite lewdly. They were facing each other with my mom constantly trying to push him away with both hands. But this brute was quite strong and no matter how much she pushed him, he wouldn’t budge.
"Please, madam!", he said, tugging at her nighty one more time, causing the fabric to stretch against her mammaries, making them look even bigger than what they already are.
My mom nodded her head in disapproval, as if that was going to stop him. Bahadur appeared to be too determined and the stretching of her nighty seemed to give him a boost of sexual drive as he stared at them with wide hungry eyes. "Madam, your juicy boobs are calling out to me!". Saying that, he suddenly and forcibly grabbed both her luscious tits over her nighty and gave them a tight squeeze!
"Ooohhhh! Ahhhhh!! It hurts!", she groaned softly, so as to not wake up anybody in the house. My mom was in such a tough spot that there was no way to escape. Bahadur roughly massaged her tits and pinched her nipples, making them grow erect with the sexual stimulation and her nipple impressions jut out prominently from the fabric of her loose nighty. "Mmmmmmmm!!!", she moaned in pleasure, making the dirty pervert grin. Slowly, but surely, she appeared to enjoy his rough touches on her mature womanly body.
Encouraged by my mature homely mother’s steady moans, Bahadur suddenly grabbed her in a hug and pushed her against the wall. "Ohhhh!", my mom cried in shock at this lowborne driver’s audacity. The chill of the wall sank into her skin through her silk nighty, the driver pinning her pinning her up against the wall. But before she could scream or basically say anything, the brute leaned closer and placed his sloppy gutka filled mouth over hers, in a kiss! My mom struggled to push him away, but to no avail. To tell you the truth, I was getting hard watching her being manhandled by this low class man, again!
Eventually, while Bahadur was kissing and fondling her boobs, my mom gave up and stopped trying to push him away. Moreover, to my utter amazement, she actually ran her hand over his and began to fondle and squeeze her own massive jugs along with him. She was gently guiding his rough manly hands over her boobs while he continued to kiss her sloppily. I looked down to his shoddy trousers and watched in awe as his cock grew hard while witnessing my mom’s submissiveness.
This continued for a while, after which the perverted driver lowered his hands and slowly started lifting her nighty. My mom tried to resist by pushing his hands away but the bold driver was adamant and he rolled up her nighty just until her waist and forcibly tied it to a knot. Thus, her unshaved pussy was exposed and she shivered as she felt a tingle owing to her nakedness, from waist-down. Then Bahadur started attempting the unthinkable. With his other hand, he swiftly unzipped his trousers and like a huge tuning fork his massive member sprung out of its cage and pointed proudly towards my mother’s awaiting love canal.
My mom’s eyes grew wide as she realized what was about to happen. With all her strength, she turned her face away from his, essentially breaking the kiss and pleaded, "Please…no more. Leave me…I beg of you". She was panting; her breasts were heaving and her eyes were drowsy with the desire of sex, but she was scared of what would happen if he put his member inside.
But Bahadur was too far gone to respect her wishes. He shoved two of his fat fingers inside her mouth forcing her to suck on them while with his other hand, he rubbed his hard near 8-inch cock up and down over mother’s wet and waiting vagina in a teasing motion, and bent over so that her breasts were in his disgusting face, as he nibbled on a nipple.
"Mmmmmm!!!", my mom let out a muffled moan with his thick wet fingers moving in and out of her mouth, as this brute Bahadur rubbed her clit with the head of his penis. Then, slowly and steadily, he started pushing inside her - the thick head of his penis penetrating the walls of my mother’s tight mature pussy. "Ahhhhhh!!", my mom closed her eyes and moaned heavily, in both pain and pleasure from the looks of it.
Bahadur worked it into her with subtle up and down motions while his hips provided a steady, hard pressure. His mouth was free as he pressed hot sloppy kisses along my mother’s neck and cheeks. Her lips were parted when he found them and his tongue drove between them without hesitation. He probed deeply, sweeping his tongue everywhere and established a dominance over her body with a stunning attack on her senses. Out of instinct, she wrapped her arms around his huge neck for support and to bring him closer.
Bahadur took the hint, and thrust into her deeper. Wanting more, his need was almost primal as he gripped his hands to my mom’s chubby buttocks to grab her and lifted her up slightly into the air as he pounded into her some more. It was such an erotic sight that I thought my cock would explode! My mom had her eyes closed, pinned against the wall and had her arms wrapped around this low-class driver’s shoulders while her meaty legs were wrapped around his hairy naked ass as he pounded her pussy! I could scarcely believe what I was seeing! My head was popping out of corner of the wall and I was directly watching this brilliant sex scene unfold in front of me!
Suddenly, without any sort of warning, my mom’s eyes opened and now she was directly facing me! Her eyes grew wide with astonishment as they met mine and she saw me watching her getting thoroughly fucked by this low class driver! For a second, we were all frozen in time! Everyone except Bahadur, who continued to thrust inside her with vigor!
When I got to my senses, I hurriedly ran away from the spot as I heard someone slap another inside the kitchen. At that point, I didn’t care! I ran into my room and locked the door from inside and was trying to allow my mind to register what had just happened!
What had happened was that my mom had now seen me watching her getting fucked by this low-class driver and perchance she may have discovered my secret of being an incest cuckold! Everything was out in the open now and mine and my whole family’s personal life was at stake!
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