My sweet homely mature mother had tried to keep her secret hidden from me for a very long time and now that she knew I had seen her, I was afraid that things would become very awkward. After I witnessed her debauchery in the morning, I was afraid to come out of the room and face her. And ever my mom decided not to speak to me. We left Uncle Bapi’s house on a quiet and somber note, even though we were both smiling that afternoon when we boarded the car.
Bahadur was driving the car with Karim Chacha in the front seat and me and my mom in the back. Neither of us had said a word to each other since morning and everytime I looked at her, she turned away in shame. I guess I should’ve been grateful that she was not aware of the fact that this wasn’t the first time I had seen her being used and having sex with a low-class man. Regardless, she seemed very conscious of herself now as she tried to avoid my eyes as well as Bahadur’s eyes. The driver too appeared to be very alarmed and I can only assume that the "slap" I heard when I ran up the stairs after that incident was my mom slapping him as a backlash.
Anyways, after Karim Chacha and Bahadur dropped us at the station, we both got on the train and left. Nothing even remotely scintillating happened during our return trip as my mom was acting very prim and proper, now that she knew her son had seen and heard everything that she had done. We hardly spoke during the journey and when we got home and opened the door, there was another surprise waiting for us.
"Haria! What are you doing here?!", my mom cried.
My memories of watching my mother’s first act of debauchery came flooding back to me as I saw our 40 year old short-heighted, skinny, dark-skinned servant for the first time in nearly a month. He was sweeping the floor when we entered the house, wearing a loose-fitting lungi and a white banyan which had patches and holes all over. His silver hairline was still receding and his beard was shoddy. He stopped and stared in awe at my mom, as if he had just gotten his "queen" back.
"B-Bhabhi…b-big Boss asked me to come. He left about 2-3 days ago.", he stammered. "Boro-Babu" meant my Dad. I knew that he mentioned before we were leaving that he intended to rehire Haria and my mom vehemently opposed to it. But, I believe, he didn’t listen.
When my mom heard that my Dad had asked him to continue working here, she just grumbled and trotted to her room. But, before she left, she laid down the law for him. "Ok, if you want to work here you have to follow the rules: From today onwards, we’re both going to be in the kitchen at separate times. When I’m working in the kitchen, you will clean the rest of the house. And whenever you’re in the kitchen, I will be doing something somewhere else! Is that clear?"
Haria timidly nodded his head in approval and my mom stormed up the stairs to her room after that conversation. No words were exchanged between us. I assumed she was still emotional about what happened in Siliguri. Nonetheless, I didn’t want to strain our mother-son relationship, so I decided not to push her.
Later in the day, we received a phone call. At first, I assumed it was my Dad who had called to check up on us. But when I brought the receiver to my ears, I realized something different.
"Hello!", he said. The voice was crooked and timbering, so richly deep that my two little ears were tingling. In fact, my whole body was shivering. It was Uncle Shyam! Before I could bring myself to reply with my own "hello", I heard my mom’s soft, mellow voice say the words (from the parallel line in my parent’s bedroom).
"Hello! Who’s calling?"
"Shikha darling!", Uncle Shyam’s said in a roaring excited voice.
Almost immediately, my mom’s voice started quivering, "Y-You? What do you want? My whole life is ruined! Now, what more can you do to make it worse?", her voice slowly turned heavy as she said that. She was perilously close to breaking down into tears.
Hearing my mom in such a depressed state, Uncle Shyam started speaking in an uncharacteristically toned down voice, "Why darling, what happened?"
For a minute, there was no response from my mom’s side. She was breathing heavily on the phone which suggested she was nervous about revealing too much to this pot-bellied pervert. But Uncle Shyam was not one to give up easily. "What happened, Shikha darling? Why are you so afraid? Is there anything about your life that is hidden from me? You’re used to telling me everything. Then why are you ashamed to tell me this? Tell me please, what happened.", he said with a soothing calm voice.
Uncle Shyam’s warm eager words coupled with my mother’s anxiety over not being able to tell anyone, finally motivated her to tell the truth. "Sh-Shyam B-Babu, you won’t b-believe what h-happened in Siliguri.", she began. My heart felt like it was skipping a few beats when she began to tell him. "H-he saw me…", she stammered.
Shyam Uncle didn’t seem to understand or maybe he wanted more details like the pervert that he was. "What are you trying to say? Tell me properly! Who saw? What did they see? I can understand nothing!", he said irritably.
"My…my…my son!", my mom blurted out, her voice quivering with fear and shame.
For a moment, the 55-year old pervert was quiet, possibly trying to assess the situation. "So what?", he finally said, breaking his silence.
My mom was thoroughly surprised to hear the question. "What are you saying? What do you mean by ‘so what’? Maybe you didn’t understand."
"I understand quite well. Did you think me to be a dumbass? Tell me slut, who did you fuck?"
Uncle Shyam’s hard unabashed question made my mom gulp. "W-what…what are you saying?"
"Don’t act, Shikha darling. Tell me, who were you fucking? Or rather who was screwing you?", you could hear him smirking on the other side of the phone line as he asked this direct, perverted questions.
My sweet nervous mother had lost all control at that point. She knew that Shyam Uncle was a smart man and he had a power over her like no other. She was trapped! "M-my brother’s driver!".
"Hahahhahah! Wow! That’s like my good little slut! So, now you’re allowing everyone taste that tight twat and juicy tits of yours? Very good! Ok, now tell me, were did you fuck that son-of-a-bitch driver?", he asked.
"Not intentionally…he forced me!", my mom said defensively.
"Where, you slut!", Uncle Shyam roared.
"In the k-kitchen.", she blurted with fright and embarrassment.
"Hahah, good! And your son saw everything?".
"Hmmm…I don’t understand what to do. I’m scared that he might tell his father what he has seen and if that happens, my life is over!", my mom was almost to the point of sobbing again.
Uncle Shyam’s voice again became calm and soothing as he started to show some sympathy and said, "Don’t worry so much, Shikha darling. Bunty is a grown man now. You have nothing to worry about him. He won’t tell anyone."
"How can you be so calm? How do you know if he’ll tell anyone?"
"Watching a sexy mature mother like you naked and having sex is every young son’s dream!", Uncle Shyam said bluntly. He was so blunt that even I was shocked.
Needless to say, my mother was astonished by that comment too. "What the hell are you saying?! My son is nothing like that!"
"Your son is also a young man, is he not? Do you remember that milkman? The young man who cam to your house and seduced you? He came inside your house and fondled your sweet luscious tits! He licked and sucked your brown nipples to try and extract motherly milk from them. He sniffed your sweaty armpits and rubbed his cock over them!", Uncle Shyam continued to narrate what had happened back then while I could hear my mother breathing heavily on the other side of the line, perhaps slightly aroused by his perverted language and the reminder of her sexual encounter with the milkman that Uncle Shyam had set up previously. "Your son is also of the same age. To give him a chance too!"
"Please don’t say such dirty things about my son! He can never think of such things about his own mother!", my mom pleaded. The desperation in her voice suggested that she was not willing to accept that me, her son, would actually think of her in that way. I was somewhat worried that the way Uncle Shyam was pushing her, it would reveal my secret. But I also noticed that he was being careful enough, not to openly admit that I was an incest cuckold!
"You don’t believe me? Then do one thing."
My mom’s fears suddenly amplified. "What thing? What will you make me do now? I’m telling you ahead of time that I will not do anything dirty with my son! If you even allude to that, I don’t care whether you do something drastic, I will save no relationship with you!", she sounded desperate, but also determined. She made it clear that she would not stoop down to the level of having sexual relations with me! I, too, was afraid of how far we could take this.
But Uncle Shyam had other ideas. Something which neither me nor my sweet innocent sexy mother could expect in our wildest imaginations!
"At the start of every month, me and some of my friends meet up to play cards. Normally, we watch cricket or football on the TV while playing cards. Other than that, there’s no form of entertainment and hence, our games tend to be a bit boring. But, this year, I’ve decided that we make our games more interesting and horny. This year, I want host this game in your house and I want your son to play with us as well!"
"What?! Are you mad?", she yelled, "I will never work as a dirty waitress! And moreover, my son neither plays cards nor does he drink alcohol! Why would he want to sit with you guys?". This wasn’t really true. I did drink with my friends occasionally and I also played cards, though I was never very good at it.
"That’s up to him. He’s old enough to know what he wants. You say why you don’t want to become a waitress? Did you forget that you’re my slave? Do you want me to send those pictures to your neighbors?", he threatened.
My mom’s voice immediately changed to a faint whisper. "Please! Please don’t do that! I’m only saying that I don’t even know your friends. And if they try to do some dirty deeds with me in front of my son, then what will happen?".
"That is what I want to see, slut! Don’t worry. Your son will not say a word. And those who I’m bringing with me, you will know at least on of them! Listen to this very carefully, the card game is tomorrow. I’ll tell my friends to come to your house. We’re three guys. We’ll be coming together. Be ready!", he paused to hear my mother’s response but she only murmured softly. "And there’s one more thing.", he continued, "Tomorrow afternoon, our neighborhood tailor Kakababu is coming to your house! He’ll have the dress that you will be wearing during our card game. He’ll come and hand them over to you and also check the fittings, etc. Be ready!".
"Dress? What dress? What kind of dress are you making me wear in front of those strangers?", my mom asked with fear. She was scared about what sort of raunchy dress Uncle Shyam might pick for her. Plus, she was afraid of having another illicit encounter with the pervert voyeur Kakababu.
"I told you, you will be familiar with one of them! So, don’t worry so much. After that night, you’re life will change forever!", he hung up after that ominous message leaving me and my mother to ponder over what this evil old pervert had planned for us!
My anticipation knew no bounds. I was anxious to find out what Uncle Shyam had planned for me and my mother, especially during that card game. He had said that out of the two guys he was bringing, one of them would be known to us. My mind was racing to know who that one person is; whether it’s someone who’s already had his way with my mother like Haria or Haripada or Nayan, the butcher from our neighborhood bazaar or Puchu, his nephew or even the milkman! My mind was also racing to know the identity of the other guy whom Uncle Shyam was bringing into the fold! Was he another low-class dirty pervert like the rest of them or was he someone sophisticated, like an old friend of Uncle Shyam’s from his military days? I couldn’t sleep the whole night owing to these questions fogging my mind.
The next morning, when I woke up, everything seemed normal, except for the nervous way my mother was acting. She was making silly mistakes all throughout the day, like forgetting to turn on the stove while attempting to boil water, missing her morning breakfast and then being reminded of it by me, etc. I knew she was tense and worried about what Uncle Shyam had in store. Moreover, she still couldn’t meet my eyes while talking to me and I believe she was a little bit surprised as well, seeing that I had not brought up the topic of what I witnessed in Siliguri. Perhaps, she assumed I was too shy to talk about it or perhaps, she was afraid that if she talked to me about it, I would tell my father. Either way, we kept our distance from each other. That is until the afternoon!
"Thok! Thok! Thok!", went the knock on the door. I was in the living room, watching TV while my mom was in the kitchen doing some chores. Haria had already left for the day and so my sweet homely mother came out of the kitchen to answer the door. She was wearing her usual modest red-colored silk nighty – loosely-hung, half-sleeved and covered most of her body, except her creamy white forearms. Although the nightgown was modest, the dress just flowed around her womanly figure like water around a rock as it highlighted her curves. It also moved in sync with her well-rounded hips.
When she opened the door, there he was – Kakababu standing at the door, with a plastic bag in hand and a distorted smile on his face, like an idiotic old pervert!
To recap, the old man we knew as Kakababu was over sixty years old - with a frail body. He had thick glasses on and was essentially bald-headed. His complexion was brown and he had silvery spiked beard which needed shaving badly. When my mother opened the door, he eyed her from head to tip. His glasses were so thick it was hard to make out what he was thinking, but other than that he looked normal.
"Bhabhi, how are you?", he asked with a sheepish grin.
"Fine. Hope you are keeping fine too", my mom greeted him and welcomed him to our house. I saw him enter and stood up from the sofa.
"Bhabhi, does this age allow remaining in good health? Only a few days before I had fever, now am fine though.", he said. He gave a fleeting glance toward me and said to my mother, "So, you’re soon is home too. Very good. I hope Shyam Babu has briefed you about my coming."
"Yes, he mentioned that the condition of his house wasn’t very good, so he’s asked his friends to come to our house for a round of cards.", she proceeded, "He’s had a chat with my husband about the same.". The last statement was obviously a blatant lie but I guess my sweet protective mother didn’t want to have to explain the details in front of me, her trueborn son.
"That’s good to know. Now, madam, this shopping bag that I have…", Kakababu raised the bag a little bit just to give an indication of what he was carrying. "…this contains your dress.". My mom picked it from the tailor’s frail hands but I couldn’t help but notice the old pervert slightly grazing his wrinkled fingers over my mom’s smooth hand as she did so. Obviously my mom brushed it off, thinking he was an old man, but I could clearly see the glitter in his ageing eyes, behind his thick glasses.
Anyways, after getting the bag, my mom then took a peek at what was inside and her face suddenly turned pale and morbid. "W-what is this? I can’t wear this!", she cried yet in a pleading tone. Then she took one glance at me and saw that I had a puzzled expression on my face. Immediately, she changed her tone and started speaking more professionally. "What is the need for all this, Kakababu? I have plenty of dresses in my closet."
"No, madam. Shyam Babu has specifically instructed me to give you this dress. Actually, he’s well aware that I take all of your measurements.", his face betrayed a hint of smirk when he said that and then continued, "That’s why he’s entrusted me with this task. Actually, you know what, Shyam Babu’s friends don’t come from very high-class families. If they come to find out that they’re entering the mansion of such a wealthy married woman, then they would be too shy to even come in. That’s why, in order to make them comfortable, Shyam Babu has requested you to please wear this dress.".
I was sincerely surprised at both Shyam Uncle and Kakababu’s boldness. They wanted my sweet homely mother to dress up simply to make the pot-bellied pervert’s friends feel more comfortable. That was the most indecent proposition if I ever heard one. However, my mom was naïve and scared of Uncle Shyam. She glanced back at me, as if to gain my approval. "Why are you looking at me? What sort of dress is in there?", I said, almost instantly and irritably. To be honest, even I had no idea what kind of dress Uncle Shyam had chosen for my sweet luscious curvy mother. However, I was certain that it had to be raunchy and replete with debauchery.
When she received no objection from me, she agreed, "Fine. I’ll wear it.". After that response, she turned towards Kakababu who still didn’t budge from his position and instead looked at her with a faint glitter of lust reflecting from his glasses. "Did you have anything else to say.", she asked.
Kakababu gleefully shook his head from side to side as if to break out of his trance and then said, "Madam, actually, this is a very expensive dress, that is why Shyam Babu has asked me specifically to ensure that you go through a trial so that we can be certain that this dress fits you. Otherwise, it would look very odd.". This was a good sign. I was super-excited to find out what sort of dress Uncle Shyam had chosen for my mom and this would give me the perfect opportunity.
But my mother was reluctant. "What is the need for a trial? And even if you want me to try it out, then I can’t do it here…?", she glanced back at me red-faced, as if the dress was too revealing for her to wear in front of me. That got me even more excited!
Kakababu understood my mom’s dilemma and said, "Madam, Shyam Babu told me that even your son is participating in the card game. Then why are you so embarrassed to try it out in front of him? Very well, your wish. Alright, let’s go to your bedroom and have the trial there."
"Bedroom?!", my mom asked in shock and amazement.
"What other choice do we have? I just want to see you wearing the dress at least once so that I can go back and tell Shyam Babu first-hand that the dress was perfect.", the old pervert said with a fleeting smirk.
As soon as she realized that this old bastard would be reporting to the diabolical Shyam Uncle, my mom shook her head and said, "Yes, you’re right. Let’s go upstairs."
I was still sitting on the sofa watching TV, waiting for them to enter the bedroom and for me to play the same card that I played when Uncle Shyam first blackmailed my mom and took her to my parent’s bedroom. As soon as they were out of sight, I hastily climbed upstairs, entered my room and closed the door. Then, I went to my balcony. It was close to evening and was starting to get dark. I carefully yet hastily put my left foot across the gap and onto my parent's bedroom balcony. And then the right one! I was desperate to watch what was going on and nothing could stop me. When I reached their balcony, I hid myself below the short glass window and peeped inside to see what was going on.
"Have a seat while I change my clothes and return.". My mom beckoned Kakababu to sit on bed while she entered the attached bathroom. His expression didn’t change as he patiently waited for my mom to come out. And after nearly twenty full minutes of waiting, she finally stepped out. And my gosh, what a sight awaited us! Kakababu’s jaw dropped as soon as he saw her and so did mine!
What my mom was wearing was basically a little black mini-dress, i.e. a puffy short sleeved two-piece consisting of a mini-skirt and a blouse. Her mini-skirt hem ended about 3 inches above her knees, i.e. the length was mid thigh, thus exposing her creamy chubby legs quite a bit. "Turn around once.", the perverted tailor requested, almost salivating with lust. Even though my mom noticed the lustful expression on his face, I doubt she suspected anything amiss with this tailor as he was a known professional in the neighborhood (yet he still possessed a sordid reputation). Nonetheless, she decided to obey him. When my mom turned around, I noticed that the skirt barely covered her bottom. The hem was very short, leaving a glimpse of the curve of her ass cheeks exposed behind. Kakababu smiled like a fox when he saw that. The back of her dress also had a zipper.
The blouse kept half of her boobs exposed. From the looks of it, the square neckline of her blouse kept the upper parts of both her oozing globes open and I was shocked to note that the neckline passed just above her bra cup. It was low enough that if she leaned forward, you would get a good view of her luscious breasts. Moreover, the topmost hook of her blouse was also not fixed, as the thread loop was too small. So part of her white strapless brassiere also remained visible above her blouse along with a clear more than one-inch deep cleavage. My mom tried to adjust her blouse as best as she could, but in vain, as it was incorrigibly fitting on her copious mammaries.
I just loved her "lady in black" look! My mother presented such a striking contrast with the black fabric against her creamy porcelain skin. From the hungry look that Kakababu was giving her, he looked as though he could have eaten her right there. My mom's one fucking hot MILF!
But the fun was not yet over. My sweet homely modest mother turned around and took both her hands to the middle of her undulating breasts area and tried to put the hook of the blouse again into the loop, but failed again, as the thread loop was very small. It was such a lewd act yet done with such innocence that it made my cock twitch. And what was even more amazing was that this 60-year old man also adjusted his own trousers for a second, watching that scene.
"Kakababu, I can’t fix this one!", my mom cried irritably.
Kakababu was staring directly at my mom’s exposed cream-colored cleavage along with the sides of her boobs popping up above her tight bra. "Wait, let me try.", he said and moved forward towards her.
As my mom removed her hands from her blouse, the old perverted tailor’s hands brushed against her tight rotund mangoes encased in that short blouse. Unlike my mom, Kakababu was able to put the hook into the loop and closed the top of her blouse. However, his expression was as though he wasn’t satisfied. "Madam, do one thing, go into the bathroom once more, take off your bra and then come back out. I want to see if there’s any problem with the size.".
This time, my mom didn’t hesitate. She went into the bathroom and came out after 5-6 minutes. This was an even sexier sight! The jet black blouse appeared much too flimsy to be worn in public. The blouse was so flimsy that her braless nipples were visible through it. Even without the bra, the neckline appeared deeply scooped and had a shaped bodice that supported the undersides of her massive jugs, thrusting them upwards to maximize their size and shapeliness, and squeezing them together to form a deep cleavage.
Suddenly, Kakababu stepped in front of her, reached over and shamelessly tweaked one, which sent a shiver through my mom’s spine. "Ooooohhhh! What sort of naughtiness is this? Behave yourself!", she scolded.
"Ah forgive me, madam. I thought that was part of the dress. Hehehehhe!", he giggled. Even though my mother objected, I could see that after the old pervert’s light teasing, her nipples had gone hard, puffy and erect. It’s almost as though modeling for this perverted 60-year old tailor had somehow aroused her. "Whatever, are you comfortable in this dress? Meaning, will you be comfortable not wearing a bra?"
"What sort of question is this? How can I simply show up in front of strangers without wearing a bra?", she asked with shock.
"No, I’m just asking. It’s better to mention that I doubt the size of the bra is correct and therefore that may affect the fittings, ergo making it will feel a bit tighter.", he admitted.
"I’ll manage.", she said coolly.
"Now, one more thing is left. Your panty.", he said so blatantly that even I was amazed.
The moment Kakababu asked to look at her panties, my mom’s cheeks flushed red. "Umm…Kakababu I’m not very comfortable…as in, how can I show this in front of you"
"Nonsense! What’s there to be ashamed of madam, I’m just a tailor. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about in front of me.", he said casually. As a matter of fact, it was so casual that the old pervert almost sounded like a professional tailor.
The mini-skirt that my sweet homely mature mother was wearing was most definitely not something to be worn in public, especially in a card game full of low class sex-hungry males. It ended only covering her upper thighs and could only be worn absolutely privately or in the bedroom behind closed doors. Kakababu’s eyes were roving over her broad pelvic area and fortunately the skirt was just long enough to cover that much.
"Kakababu, but how can I show you? I don’t understand…"
Before my mom could finish her sentence, Kakababu came forward to attend her. He stood very near to her and inserted his finger into the waistband of the skirt. "K-Kakababu…w-what are you d-doing?", she stammered and asked, innocently.
"Just observing the elastic, madam.", he said As he pulled the elastic waistband of the skirt off her skin and started peeping into her inners through the gap created. "Madam, seeing that seems like everything looks good.", he giggled, "But the way you’re standing, is no the correct position. Wait, I’ll show you."
Without warning, Kakababu squatted in front of my mom’s tree-trunk like creamy bare legs and said, "Don’t move, madam, until I straighten you.". Saying that, the old pervert openly touched her naked legs just above her knees, causing my mother to shiver momentarily as she felt a warm male touch on her exposed knees. "Pull them closer.", he ordered with a serious tone and my mom did as she was bid, closing her legs.
"Is it okay now, Kakababu?", she asked in an innocent yet edgy tone, obviously getting precarious being touched by this low class man who was old enough to be my grandfather!
But Kakababu had no shame at all. He traced a thin gap between her two thighs with his finger and said, "See, I can still see a gap between your thighs.". The very next moment he cupped the back of her thighs with both hands and started feeling and pressing them to close the thin gap. Seriously, this was going beyond all limits of decency for a tailor and I was beginning to see why he was regarded as being a pervert in the neighborhood! Surprisingly, I noticed my mom blush and lick her lips a little. Was she actually getting aroused by this old pervert’s illicit touches?
"Actually, madam, since this is a western outfit you have to always remember to close your legs.", he suggested with his usual professional tone, "By the way, your legs are very shapely and sexy.". I did not expect such a direct admiration from this old pervert and much to my shock, my sweet devoted mother actually giggled when she heard that.
"Madam, I want to see something else now. If you don’t mind, will you please sit on your bed? Just remember, while sitting, always straighten your skirt on your hips with both hands.". As soon as he said that, my mom obeyed him like a submissive whore and turned around and started walking toward the bed, since it was a large room. She had the sexiest walk I've ever seen. Her butt just swished from side to side with some post butt jelly jiggle - nice and flabby. What a sight as she walked away from the tailor toward the bed! Kakababu just stood there admiring the view.
My mom was about to do as she was instructed, but again the old tailor interrupted her saying, "Wait, I’ll help you.".
I wondered why Kakababu would need to help her and even before my mom could raise her voice to protest, the old pervert came around behind her and now her skirt-clad big butt was facing him. I could sense the discomfort from her expression - a mature married woman standing in a mini-dress with a strange old man behind her. He held her skirt end from both sides and was touching her at her mid thigh area where the skirt ended. Though he was gripping the hem of the skirt, the back of his fingers were constantly brushing and touching her naked firm thighs. "Now slowly sit, madam.", he said casually. As my mom bent her body to sit on the soft bed, her heavy buttocks pushed into her skirt thereby raising it significantly and obviously the old tailor’s fingers were also grazing up her thighs with the skirt moving up. The bastard tailor’s fingers appeared to be touching her almost at her buttocks! I could see that her face had turned absolutely red. As there was nothing to hide, every inch of her legs and thighs were completely exposed. I was shocked to see that below her ass- cheeks her skirt had raised midway up her bum! Kakababu’ face was very close to her shoulder and she shuddered while hearing his heavy breathing on her neck. The old pervert took his time in removing his hands off her skirt after she sat!
Finally after her sitting down, Kakababu took a step back and started eyeing her smooth fair marble-like legs from a distance. My mom’s cheeks again turned red and she said with queer innocence, "Issshhhh! Please don’t look at me like this. I’ve never worn a dress like this in my life."
Kakababu smirked and said, "That I can make out, madam. But I have to say, you look extremely beautiful in this dress." My mom shook her head in embarrassment. Kakababu, however, continued, "Okay, madam, now raise both your feet up on the bed. I want to see if your panty is the right fit or not." Again, my mom hesitated, but she knew this was what Kakababu had stated before. So, despite her natural womanly shame, she raised her feet up over the edge of the bed and laid back, resting her elbows in the middle of the soft bed. As a result, her innerwear was completely exposed now and this was the first time I was seeing it. What a sight it was!
Even Kakababu’s mouth gaped open when he saw it. She wore the tiniest thong that I had ever seen. It just barely covered her slit with a translucent patch of material that was just enough, with the dress, to keep her slit from being exposed. The hairs of her pussy were visibly sticking out from the sides of her white semi-transparent thong. "...they seem very small. They do not cover my backside at all and barely the front.".
To answer the question, Kakababu lifted her eyes from her panty-covered crotch to her pretty face and said, "Ah, but that's just the point, madam! It's such an invigorating and exiting feeling to have direct contact between the naked skin and the fabric of the skirt. You'll see, and come to like it, I'm sure! And the tightness of a triangle of cloth covering a woman’s pussy is so alluring!", he said. My mom did not flinch at all even by this tailor’s use of the word "pussy", which was surprising even to me.
"I…I don’t know…", she stumbled as she spoke, her legs still perched on the edge of the bed and her cheeks beet-red in embarrassment. After staring at her wet crotch for sometime, the old tailor finally asked her to sit up from her embarrassing position and said, "Madam, the dress looks undoubtedly fabulous! Now, you are quite prepared for Shyam Babu and his friends’ card game!"
My mom immediately stood up, removing herself from her humiliating state. She truly was looking horribly sexy in that outfit to tell the least!
After that debacle, Kakababu gave a cheeky smile and wished my mom good luck before bidding her a farewell. He left after that. I leapt back into my room while my mom changed and had a good jerk-off reimagining the scene!
This was just a prelude! I wondered what was going to happen in the card game!
That night, after the tailor left, my mom and I sat for dinner for the first time since we came back from her maternal home in Siliguri. She looked slightly nervous and so I decided to have a proper conversation with her for the first time since then, "What happened mother? Why are you so tensed?"
My mom wavered for a few seconds and then shook her head. "No, actually tomorrow Shyam Babu and some of his friends are coming home to play cards…", she finally admitted.
"Oh really?", I said, pretending to be a little surprised, "Yes, Kakababu was saying something along those lines today. Actually, I didn’t fully understand it at the time. So, can I play with them too?"
My mom looked at me and smiled innocently, "Yes, Shyam Babu insisted on inviting you to play with them as well.". She paused for a few seconds and then finally asked the dreaded question, "So, Bunty, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. But my shame and fear were stopping me to ask you this question."
Even though I knew what she was going to ask, I decided to act dumb, "What, mother? Tell me, please."
My mom took a deep breath and began, "What you saw in siliguri…", she hesitated for a few seconds and then continued, "…actually Bahadur didn’t force me. Umm…how can I make you understand?".
Seeing her so horribly nervous and confused, I consoled her by putting a caring hand over her own and said, "Don’t worry, ma. I will never tell anyone what I saw. Not even Dad. That incident will be a secret between the two of us.".
For some reason, after the reassurance I gave her she even got more confused. "But didn’t that make you feel bad? Didn’t you feel that your mother is a dirty shameless woman?"
"No, not at all. In fact, watching that scene gave me a strange sensation."
My mother looked at me suspiciously, "What sensation?"
Now, it was my turn to feel nervous. I was about to admit something to her that I was supposed to be my secret. "To tell you the truth, mother, when I saw you two in the kitchen in that position, then my…", I hesitated like my mom for a few seconds and then finally blurted, "…then my whole body was filled with a sexual desire."
My mom put a hand over her mouth in shock and her eyes grew wide after listening to my confession, "Oh my gosh! Bunty what are you saying?!"
"Please, mother, don’t be angry with me."
To be honest, my mom appeared more amazed than enraged. "No, I’m not angry with you. But how can you say this? You like watching your mother in this state? With a low-class driver? I’m your own mother! How can you think like this about me?", she pleaded for an answer.
"I don’t know that, mother. But I do know that Dad is not always there and that’s why you feel very lonely. And to get rid of your loneliness, you find other men who can satisfy your womanly needs. I have no problem with that. Even you’re a human being." That was an honest confession from me and my mom seemed thoroughly surprised to hear that. In a way, getting approval from her son like this was something she clearly did not expect.
"But, do you want me….?", my mom stopped mid-way before asking that question as she was too embarrassed to ask her own son whether he wanted to have sex with her.
I, of course, already knew what I wanted. "No, not at all. Can I ever ask you of such a thing? But I do want you to act and dress freely when I’m around. Don’t even think that about what’s going through my head or what I would think looking at you in certain conditions. Trust me, I have no problem with this dual lifestyle of yours. This will be advantageous for the both of us.", I cracked a pleasant smile when I said that last sentence.
For the first time in a long time, I saw a brief look of relief on her fair, beautiful, womanly face. For a minute, she paused to allow her brain to process all this information. Finally, after that, she said, "Tomorrow, Shyam Babu is coming here to play cards with his friends. Kakababu has stitched a new dress for me which I will wear in that occasion. I’ll be ready before they come. But I want you to see me in that dress and give me your feedback, okay?", she smiled shyly, like a teenage girl almost.
I nodded in a yes and my mom smiled further.
Soon after, we each went to our bedrooms and slept. Tomorrow was going to be a long day!
The next morning we were busy preparing for the pot-bellied pervert, Shyam Uncle and his friends. Haria cleaned the entire house while my mom was busy cooking some delicious appetizers for the group. Apparently, Shyam Uncle had instructed her to make those meals so that they could eat while molesting her. It felt weird chatting with my mom normally after last night’s conversation. It seemed as though all the awkwardness that we shared after coming back from that Siliguri trip had somehow dissolved overnight. In any event, this felt good and from my mom’s expression, I could make out that she was both nervous and excited about this night. But I was sure that my support last night had done wonders to dissipate her fears quite a bit. She now, somewhat knew I was an incest cuckold!
Haria was gone by the afternoon. I was slightly disappointed to see him go as now that I had come out of the closet, I thought my sweet homely mature mother would allow our low-class servant to have his way with her. But I believe she was saving herself for tonight. This was indeed going to be a long night as we had no idea who Shyam Uncle’s friends were and what he had planned for us – mother and son both. In our own minds, we just knew that it was going to be erotic and rough!
They were scheduled to arrive by 6:00 PM. So, at 4:00, after lunch, my mom went upstairs to get ready. I was thoroughly excited to see her wearing that outfit again. Moreover, she would now be dressing-up even more since this was no rehearsal. This was the actual event! When she came downstairs, I was flabbergasted and was staring at her open-mouthed!
My mom was looking even sexier now than when I saw her in the bedroom with Kakababu! She was wearing that same half-sleeved black mini dress and mini-skirt, except with a few twists. Her silk dress appeared shorter from the close distance and as a matter of fact, the people in the neighborhood would have gone crazy seeing her wearing this dress in public. The dress hugged her mature womanly curves beautifully. Her ample set of luscious 36-DD tits seemed to be supported well by the black top she was wearing. The topmost hook was still undone and I was treated to a taste of her cleavage, pushed up by a lacy white bra, encasing her creamy fair breasts. The length of her mini-skirt was mid thigh, and I watched intently as she leaned over to dust a table. Her dress lifted up in the back revealing black thigh high stockings and her smooth chubby thighs above the lacy trim. Moreover, the skirt didn't even cover all of her plump ass, leaving the round heavy globes slightly peeking out from the bottom. Her make-up was light and she had also doused herself with a small dose of her favorite flowery perfume. My mom had pouty full lips that were coated with the brightest red lipstick I'd ever seen. For the coup de grace (French word for decisive stroke), she slipped into a pair of spiked heeled pumps – roughly 3" high heels that made her even taller than 5'-4". My mom struck a commanding figure yet she had a submissive heart!
"Kemon lagche re amae?", she asked me innocently as she stood in front of the hall mirror, admiring herself.
Honestly, I was licking my lips drinking in her awesome sexual appearance and aura. I was surprised at the thrilling feeling that passed though me, as I stared at her while she was looking like a woman right out of a fetish dream. In many ways, I had played a part in us culminating to this moment and I felt like a real pimp getting my own mature mother ready for her big fuck session with Uncle Shyam and his supposedly brutish, low-class friends. The feeling made me even even more horny and excited. "R-Really amazing, mother!", I stammered.
"Ding Dong!", went the bell.
"Oh they are here!", my mom stumbled. Obviously a wave of nervous excitement had just rushed past her. Leaving her side, I went to open the door and finally see who all were there. As soon as I opened, I saw Uncle Shyam standing there wearing a blue shirt buttoned all the way up his hairy chest and covering his pot-belly. He smiled wryly when he saw me and then took a step back to introduce his friends who were standing at the side. I was amazed to see the first one!
"How are you, bro?", the milkman asked and shook my hand. To recap, he is a 25 year old young man, lean built, very few facial hair and was not very ugly looking, but had a lot of pimples on his face. He was wearing a short T-shirt, in a sandy yellow color and which hugged his lean frame very tightly. He was also wearing a frilly 3-quarter shorts that ended up to his knees. He smiled to see me as well.
Then came the final guy. And I was simply shocked to see Uncle Shyam’s audacity of bringing him here! He was an African guy. Over six-feet tall (6’-2" actually), his skin was jet black in color, strong bulky muscular built, with a neatly trimmed French beard and bald head. He had a very commanding and menacing presence. He was wearing a darker yellow tight T-shirt and jeans. I was utterly astonished to see Uncle Shyam bringing a black man into this house, with my hot homely mother wearing such a revealing dress!
For a second, I was a little hesitant to step back and let them in. But I had little option. As I invited them in, my mother was waiting in the living room and she stood right in front of them when they came in. Even her jaw dropped seeing the guests, especially the black male. But that was nothing in comparison to the surprised expression that the three males had. Uncle Shyam and the milkman – Raju – were stunned frozen seeing a mature homely married wife with a kid, wearing such a hot dress inside her house waiting for them. The black man however just admired her from head to toe, with a broad domineering smile as he drank in her beauty just as I had done, a while ago when I saw her come down the stairs. "Bah! Kakababu has done a good job indeed!", Uncle Shyam complimented as soon as he recovered from his trance.
"Hmmm, she really is a fine piece, Mr. Prasad!", the big black guy said with a confident smile as he stared at her with hungry eyes. My mom just looked down in shame as he realized this brute’s eyes were roving over every inch of her semi-exposed flesh.
"Don’t worry, Shikha. He is my guest, Abimbola. He just arrived here just two days ago from a country named Nigeria, in Africa.", Uncle Shyam said. My mom simply glanced up at Uncle Shyam in an accusing look, but it was only returned with a sly smile on his behalf. Clearly, he wanted to break the last vestiges of her conscience and make her into a real whore. "Fine, then let’s start the game! Bunty you also come and join us. Shikha, then serve the appetizers."
I nodded my head and sat on one of the chairs of the round table while my mother went into the kitchen, to start the long night ahead of us!
The card game was about to begin! Uncle Shyam said we should sit on the round table as it had 4 chairs lined up around the circumference. I sat on one of the chairs while the milkman and Uncle Shyam sat on the chairs on either side. The big African brute was sitting on the chair right opposite mine. Uncle Shyam took out the deck of cards from his pocket and laid it on the center of the table. My mom was still inside the kitchen, when the black brute suddenly spoke up, "So, Mr. Prasad, how did you find this beautiful piece of ass?" I was shocked when him talking like that about my sweet homely innocent mother. And what was worse, as soon as he asked that question, Uncle Shyam turned his head to look at me for a fleeting second and flashed an ugly devious smirk. Then he turned around again and said to the African, "Si is his mother!", he said pointing towards me.
The big brute looked at me with wide eyes full of surprise, "Is that so? Hmmm, interesting. So, she’s a MILF! This night will be a lot of fun!", he said with a sly grin. Honestly, I was too scared to meet his eyes. He was such a big guy! He had bulging muscles and shoulders as big as bowling balls. Even Uncle Shyam looked like a fat kid beside him. I was feeling nervous for what he was going to do to my mom, but at the same time I was also getting excited by the prospect of this big black man fucking her into multiple orgasms. Plus Shyam Uncle and Raju were there as well.
After laying the cards on the table, Uncle Shyam suddenly rose up from his chair, "I have to pee. Raju, you talk to our guest while I come back.". The faint glitter in his eyes told me he was lying and the fact that he had pulled this trick before made me even more suspicious.
As he went towards the bathroom – located right beside our kitchen – I too excused myself and followed him. As I suspected, he didn’t even bother entering the bathroom this time and quietly entered the kitchen, where my mom was!
I poked my head from the side of the entrance and watched as that pot-bellied old pervert slowly and silently crept up behind my mom. Even from behind, my mom was a sight to behold. She was slightly bent over the counter causing her skirt to ride a little bit up her legs, exposing her creamy smooth thighs covered by the black transparent stockings. The dress barely covered her bottom and it was exciting to see the direct contact between the naked skin and the fabric of the skirt. As Uncle Shyam moved closer and closer, my heart skipped a beat, until finally he was standing right behind her. Without any delay, he wrapped his fat hairy arms around her waist and grabbed her in almost a light hug.
"Uffff you horny slut! You look so sexy tonight! I don’t even have the words to describe!" His hands encircled her waist and his dirty tongue slid over her sensitive earlobe.
As this bastard was breathing into her ears and occasionally licking them, my mom started sweating yet shivering with nervousness. Beads of crystal clear sweat formed on her forehead and slowly tricked down her rosy cheeks and finally fell like droplets of rain from her smooth chin. She was silent for sometime as Uncle Shyam’s rough hands roamed around the area of her fleshy belly, over her French-maid dress. But after a few moments of bearing with this utter molestation, she finally had the courage to ask, "Sh-Shyam Babu, why did you have to bring our milkman and this strange black foreigner to our house? Please ask them to leave! I’ll do anything you want. But please don’t harass me in front of them or my son!", she was almost on the verge of crying.
Uncle Shyam cruelly grinned after hearing her pleas. "What are you saying, Shikha darling?! They’re my guests." Uncle Shyam let his hands wander upwards from my mom’s midriff and was soon enveloping her firm mature breasts with his strong hands. "And do you know how my money Abimbola has paid for you?". My mom was shocked and so was I! Her eyes grew wide with terror and disbelief! Was Uncle Shyam actually pimping my sweet mature homely mother to this brutish black man? Before my mom could get a chance to complain, his fingers began gently fondling and caressing her womanly breasts through the satiny silk fabric of the tight black dress. "Do you know, Shikha…", he continued, "Abimbola has paid the cash amount of Rs. 50,000 for you, this night!". My eyes grew wide again yet my mom’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the perverted old man’s molesting of her taut boobies. "Make him happy!" He gently sucked on her sensitive earlobe and let his tongue explore her ear.
My mom was starting to yield to the pervert’s desires, but some form of shame still existed within her. "I’m….ahhhhh…a loyal wife and the mother of a son….ooohhhh…I’ll never go down so low for money…ahhhh!"
"Shikha rani, aaj raate toh tui amader! Esob bole toh aar laabh nei." ("Shikha, my queen, tonight you are ours! No point in resisting.) Uncle Shyam then started to roughly caress my mother’s round tits, so much so that the top half of the white satin bra was now nearly visible and almost 70% of her cleavage was spilled out.
He then abruptly released her and my mother started panting for breath. "Come quickly with snacks! Everyone’s waiting!". He then proceeded to walk towards the entrance and seeing that I immediately scurried inside the bathroom to pretend as if I was just walking by to the toilet. I stayed there for 2 minutes and then flushed and finally when I came out, I saw my mother readjusting her dress to look a bit more proper. I then joined the other guys on the table.
Back in the card game, as the hands were dealt out, my mother arrived with a tray of home-made French fries. I could sense that she was nervously shivering as she was wearing that sexy black outfit in front of strangers. She couldn’t even meet my eyes in shame and simply stood between the black brute and the milkman since she needed to place the tray on the table. The big black guy’s eyes trailed over her voluptuous curves as he eyed her from head to toe as she bent forward to place the tray at the center of the table. However, the youthful milkman went one step further and gently tapped his fingers on the tight skirt that enclosed the soft flesh of her butt. Immediately, out of reflex, my mother leaped up straight and eyed her molester with annoyed eyes. The milkman – Raju – just smiled like an imp and shrugged it off. The black man had eyed the whole thing and simply laughed at my mother’s desperate predicament.
The card game resumed after that. I was losing quite a few hands as I was inexperienced. Uncle Shyam was winning majority of the hands. The French Fries got over fairly soon and Uncle Shyam yelled for more! And as sure as the morning sun, my mom came back again with another round. It must’ve been so hot for the black brute and Raju, seeing this mature married lady – hailing from a rich and respectable high society – being treated like a reluctant servant in her own house, in front of her own son! To tell you the truth, watching their reactions, was making me even more horny and hard.
When my sweet naïve mother came back for the second round, she made the foolish mistake of again standing in between the African brute and the milkman. Because of her lack of firm reaction during her last brush up with them, these two brutish perverts had become increasingly emboldened. As she stood between them again and bent forward to again place the tray-full of fries on the table, with his free right hand, the milkman grabbed a handful of her shapely ass over her skirt and gently squeezed. This time, my mom simply shoved his hand away instead of reacting. However, this time, the big black brute decided to get in on the action as he used his free left hand to grab her other ass-cheek. I could see the horror in my mom’s expression as this big African brute grabbed her butt. She was frozen with fear and this bolstered his confidence as his strong hand gripped her bottom-flesh, kneading it forcefully.
Unable to moan in front of her son, my mother bit her lip and gently stood up from her bent position, while this perverted nigger continued to molest her. His massive palm had engulfed almost her entire right-butt cheek. She wanted to move, but his grip on her was tight and she was squirming uncomfortably in that position while the rest of us continued to play cards. The brute’s expression was serious and full of concentration while he looked at the cards in his other hand to make his play, while his left hand was constantly rubbing my mother’s ass right in front of me. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t pry my eyes away for very long and my mom’s cheeks turned red in shame when she realized I was stealing glances at what was going on. As his concentration intensified, he applied more force to her resilient butt. Again, she bit her lip in pain and passion. After he dealt his hand, I saw his grip on her butt loosen. I thought maybe the torture was over for my mom.
"Thash!", there was a thundering sound as the African brute suddenly slapped my mother’s right bottom cheek hard!
"Ahhhh slowly!", she mumbled and sighed in response to a slight pressure being applied to her calf muscle. "Mmmmmmmm…..!!", she continued as he moved his hand up to the tops of her legs, moving them down to her knees as he gripped them firmly. He was almost massaging her legs as she stood there holding the table for support, in an intense feeling of arousal.
The big brute suddenly looked at me and caught me staring at my mother’s horny mess and just laughed. "Haha! I can tell your mother and you are both enjoying this!" I shook my head in humiliation. His words were cruel but they were the truth. I was enjoying her being used by this Negro and even getting hard in the process. Even my mother didn’t respond to that comment.
The slow, careful massage of her legs continued as the African’s hand moved from the backs to the sides. With each downward stroke, his hand was starting a little further up her legs, moving under her skirt as she stood there. The big black brute slowly moved up and this time he reached her panty-covered butt and began to fondle it. "Oooohhhhh!", she moaned as she felt his hand moving up her skirt, stroking the back of her hip as he moved round and down her silky bare thighs again. He was caressing the smooth texture of her thighs, butt and hips with his strong manly arms.
"Thash! Thash!" Two more hard slaps landed on her bottom. "Aaaouuwwwhh!", she yelped. All three men giggled. Yet, my eyes never left the cards. I was too scared to react. Then, I saw his hand shifting a little bit and as his palm shifted, my mom’s face turned somber. From what I understood, the big black bastard was now trying to trace her pussy over her skimpy white panties, underneath her skirt. My mom bit her lip as his thick dark fingers moved expertly underneath her skirt and as I can imagine, were tracing the outline of her love-canal over the flimsy panties. "Ooomphhh!", she groaned, as the big black brute found her pussy-lining and traced a fingertip up and down her labia.
"Hahaha! The bitch is wet!", he announced, much to Uncle Shyam and Raju’s excitement, and much to my mom and my embarrassment. Then, he did the unthinkable. He suddenly and forcibly lifted her mini-skirt up to her waist and held it there for a few seconds, showing everyone what he was talking about. Everyone, including me and my mom, was shocked at the sudden turn of events! We could see that her juices had soaked the narrow strip of material covering her pussy.
My mom quickly pushed herself away, adjusted her skirt and immediately ran to the kitchen. The other three just laughed watching her run away. To my surprise, they decided not to chase her since this was indeed going to be a long night and I believe they had a lot more sexual adventures planned for her as this night progressed!
As the card game rolled on, Uncle Shyam, the young milkman and the big African brute continued to molest my sweet homely innocent mother as she served drinks and fries for them, right in front of me. Sometimes, they would pat her fat ass-cheeks over her skirt or they would try to rub her creamy smooth womanly thighs or shove their hands insider her black mini-skirt or even try to cop a feel of her breasts over her dress. Even though it was embarrassing watching these perverts treat my mother like a common whore, right in front of me, I was secretly getting horny watching this happen and also getting hard in the process. Uncle Shyam noticed the beads of sweat forming on my forehead and smiled. "Are you enjoying watching your mom being molested by us?", he said in a cold whisper.
Even though I knew I was caught, I decided to remain coy. "N-no. This is too much.", I stammered, while my eyes still hung low as I was unable to meet Uncle Shyam’s cruel and lusty gaze.
Without warning, Uncle Shyam suddenly reached down from under the table with his right hand and settled it on my raging hard-on, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ohhh!", I squealed softly, mindful of the other "guests" on the table.
"Oh, so you’ve become hard after seeing your mom in such a submissive state!", he chuckled softly like a cunning old pot-bellied fox. My small five-inch boner filled his hand as he closed his fingers around it. My heart was somewhere up in my throat and I knew that he could hear my breathing fast and evenly. He crept in closer and started whispering in my ear, "Tonight all three of us are going to enjoy fucking your mom! We’ll gangbang the shit out of your sweet homely mother right in front of your eyes!". I couldn’t believe what the audacity of Uncle Shyam to whisper something like that in my ear. Although I was getting excited, I was also afraid for my mother’s safety at this point.
Uncle Shyam then did the unthinkable. As he was squeezing my cock again and again, he gently grabbed my left arm and guided my hand to his own throbbing manhood. I could feel his full meaty package! His trousers were old, thin and faded. Not too much material in the way. I felt him getting hard, his shape becoming more substantial as I began to touch and explore. It gradually got harder and started to feel more business like. It was pointing down to the left. Every now and then it strained a little and got a little bigger. As we continued to fondle each other’s members, the pot-bellied pervert again whispered in my ear saying, "Isshhhh this handjob feels so good! I feel like fucking you too along with your mother! If only you were a girl then I would fuck you right now in front of everyone, you son of a bitch! Don’t worry, one day I’ll make you wear your mom’s clothing and fuck your brains out!" Shivers crept up my spine as soon as he said that. My mom came about for another round of cold drinks and snacks and no sooner Uncle Shyam let go of my cock and forced me to let go of his. To be honest, I was a little disappointed. But I knew for a fact that now both he and I were fully charged up for what was going to happen next.
This time my mature married mother stood between me and Uncle Shyam, since the continuous molesting by this African brute was becoming too much for her. But what she didn’t realize was that after that brief cock-fondling with me, the pot-bellied pervert had become increasingly aroused and as soon as my mom started serving the drinks, he put his right hand on her thigh. By now, my mom had become used to this touchy-feeling and decided to ignore it. But Uncle Shyam was persistent. His hand started floating - right around the hem of her dress, on the skirt, and then down on her nylon stockings to her knee, then back up. I could sense my mom shivering at the indecent touches of this pervert in front of the two other guys and thus, she was giving fleeting annoyed glances at the pervert, to discourage him from what he was doing. In response, however, Uncle Shyam casually hitched the hem and went under the skirt onto her upper thigh. "Ooohhh!", my mom moaned in surprise and quickly took a step back. Much to her dismay, both Raju and the African freak heard her and knew what was going on. This time, however, they were not going to let her go easy.
"Mr. Prasad, I’m bored!", he declared, "It’s time to up the stakes!" My mom and I glanced back at each other dubiously, uncertain of what he meant. On the other hand, Uncle Shyam and Raju gave fleeting looks at each other and smiled evilly. As he looked at me, the African began to explain: "You see, at first we decided to play for money. But, out of the four of us, only the two of us (Uncle Shyam and the African brute) have the money. Raju is a penniless milkman. And you would have to loan money from your Daddy….and we wouldn’t want you to do that.", he gave a wry smile as he said that, "So how about this? We will play a game of 29, which is very popular in your country. Mr. Prasad and I will form a team, while you and your milkman will form the other team. If you win one game point or we lose one game point, then we will pay you 10 Rupees for every bid we lose. But, if you lose one game point or we win one game point, then your mother will have to do something special for us.", he winked.
My mom was terrified and I knew that in no way, she would agree to this. But the idea excited me and out of that excitement, even before my mom could respond, I said without hesitation, "Yes, I agree to the terms. Let’s play!"
"Excellent!", said the muscular nigger, allowing both Uncle Shyam and Raju to give quick hopeful smiles to each other. However, needless to say, my sweet homely innocent mother was horrified that I would allow that. But the African brute frightened her and so, she dared not protest.
As the cards were dealt and the bidding started, I could sense my mom’s heart beating rapidly as she stood beside me. Uncle Shyam and the African we’re the bidding side and while I was hoping for them to lose a point, deep down both me and the milkman wanted them to win. I was excited at the thought of what these two genuine perverts were planning to do to my sweet mother if they won. At the end of the round, when all eight tricks had been played, both our sides counted the card points in the tricks each of us had won. Once the simple counting was over and after adjusting their card points as a pair, it was revealed that Uncle Shyam and the African had failed to take at least as many card points as they had bid. As a result, they lose one game point. My mom breathed a sigh of relief. However, Uncle Shyam and the brute didn’t seem too unhappy or surprised. They happily placed 10 rupees at the center of the table and smirked like two teenagers almost ready to win a prize. It almost felt as though they were toying with me and my mom. What was worse was that even the milkman Raju – who was supposed to be on my team – was smiling along with them.
Anyways, as the game rolled on, Raju and I won one point, and our opponents placed another Rs. 10 on the table. My mom was excited to see us winning. She was happy for not being subjected to the whims of these animalistic perverts. At the same time, however, Uncle Shyam and the African appeared as cool and composed as ever. On the next bid, the two perverts exchanged devious smiles. And then…they won! The apparent disbelief and shock in my mom’s face was clearly evident. She knew that she was trapped and now had to do whatever these low-lives demanded of her. The Negro smiled ear to ear, showing his dirty yellow teeth. "Alright sweetheart, as per our wager, now you have to do something for the both of us.", he said, "But, if Mr. Prasad doesn’t mind, then for this round, I’d like to have you all for myself!" Shyam Babu nodded his approval as my mom gulped in fear.
"Now, come to my side, sweet-cheeks!", he demanded.
My mom tried to shift her gaze toward me to see how I felt. But I just shook my head in embarrassment and also to hide my slight excitement because of the situation. As my sweet homely mother slowly walked between this big black brute, sitting spaciously on the chair, and the milkman, I could sense the wave of fear appearing like beads of sweat on her forehead. The brute’s intense eyes were on her as she stood beside him, constantly surveying her mature womanly curves. Then, he placed his left hand on her smooth exposed thigh and my mom shivered at the touch. Slowly he began stroking her thighs openly as the rest of us looked on, our mouth gaping open and our tongues drooling. I tried not to show too much excitement, but what was happening was too much for my cock to handle. My mom put her hands in front and closed her eyes, letting this strange black man massage her in the most private of places. After a few seconds of that, he stood up – his six-foot frame towering over my mom as she stood stunned by his massive size. "I want to feel you properly.", he said and then proceeded to give my mother a hug. In reflex she put her arms up just as he was about to embrace her, thereby protecting her huge mammaries from getting crushed against this black man’s muscular chest. I could see my mom struggling uncomfortably as this brute’s hands began roaming her voluptuous backside. As he pulled her closer, my twitched backwards for a second after feeling him getting an erection against her belly. His hands dropped to her skirt-covered butt and she shifted again. For the audience, it was such an erotic and arousing sight to behold! Obviously, everyone could see his hands massaging her. He traced the outlines of my mom’s flimsy underwear with his fingers making her struggle, which unbeknownst to her, was causing her buttocks to jiggle in an erotic way, thereby giving us an even sexier show. He then whispered something in my mom’s ear, which caused her face to turn pale. Within seconds, the black pervert positioned one of his legs between hers, so that she could rub down onto it. And without hesitation, she slid down on his muscular leg, almost giving him a standing lap-dance. During the hugging, he felt all of her that was accessible outside her clothes. The rest of us were watching this intently. My mom tried not to object or pull away, but she tried not to encourage him too much, either. However, this monster needed no encouragement. His hands roamed freely over her hips and thighs. By now, when he wandered down from her hip, his hands going down the back and outside of her thigh to the hem of her skirt, and touching her bare chubby smooth legs. Also, he would occasionally sneak a finger or two under the skirt and move up her thigh. Still, she didn't object or pull away. She was too scared by his size and the intensity of his lust!
By now, the hard lump pressing against my mom’s fleshy midriff was clearly visible. His hands went under her skirt, to her plump ass, and were really pulling her into his erection. My mom shivered and shuffled her feet nervously. Then he went further. He pulled her skirt up in the back and wormed his hand between her legs, right up against her scanty panties. From the angle, we couldn't see exactly where the brute’s hands were, but it was clear that they were under her skirt and on her plump butt-cheeks. When they turned around in the middle of the hugging, we were shocked to see what had happened. The skimpy panties that she had been wearing were already moist with juice flowing from her mature cunt. Never in my life had I seen anything remotely like this. My mom’s slit was clearly visible beneath the clinging fabric as a dark, wet line. Her labia seemed swollen and had even parted somewhat. I was stunned. Her body had betrayed her, and even though she was not ready to admit it, there was little doubt. This humiliating and domineering treatment the African brute had subjected my mother to, had caused an awakening of desires completely unknown to her.
Both Uncle Shyam and the young milkman’s eyes were glowing with lust. Unable to resist, Raju stretched his arm out and used his forefinger to gently feel that wetness, right there in my mom’s sweet, little slit. She wanted to move away, but the uncivilized nigger held her in place with his hug. He tilted his head to the side, pushed her soft black hair up and exposed the light delicate skin of her neck. He was now gently kissing and nibbling at her neck. As he kissed and gnawed at the smooth creamy skin of her neck, I noticed my mother's body shiver with the building feeling of lust and pleasure. "Mmmmmmm!!", small moans escaped her lips, as the pleasure built. Raju voluntarily was gently rubbing his coarse finger up and down her now soggy panties. Occasionally, as if in a trance, he would lift his hand to his face and let the pungent aroma of my mom’s sex assault his senses. It felt like a drug to him. Then, he’d stuck his tongue out and lick the finger coated in her viscous fluid.
I was getting so hard and horny watching this that my cock wouldn’t stop twitching. The milkman and this nigger were enjoying my mom’s voluptuous body and her mature womanly juices fervently. The only person, other than me, who was watching and drooling, was Uncle Shyam. I knew for sure that he was slowly getting excited, waiting for the right moment to pounce of my sweet homely mom. While, in the meantime, he was letting these animals play with her. Soon, however, the black man’s torture came to an end and he sat down, his erection plainly visible over his jeans. He looked at me and smiled evilly, knowing full well that I had enjoyed what he was doing to my mom. My mom’s was ashamed to even look at me. Her expression was half-embarrassed and half-aroused. She seemed so confused.
Anyways, as the game rolled on, we lost another bid. It felt as though for the first two bids, these two bastards – Uncle Shyam and the African – were simply toying with me and my mom. I was pretty sure that Raju was in on all of it as well. When we lost that bid, both Uncle Shyam and the black man smiled at each other. "Now, slut, you’re gonna do something special for me and Mr. Prasad.", he said with a wry grin. Then, they both pushed their chair backwards and started unzipping their pants. My mom was mortified, and even I was shocked at the level of depravity they were willing to put her through. We both knew what was coming and my mom was terrified of it.
As soon as they were done unzipping, both their massive hard-ons popped out of the tiny opening in an instant. Uncle Shyam’s cock was a good 7 inches hard, but the African brute was an entirely different story. His cock was huge – almost 9 inches in length and 4 inches in diameter. My eyes widened at the sight of the biggest member I had ever seen. My mom put her hand over her mouth in shock ad amazement. She looked at his engorged penis, hanging there like a giant branch of a tree.
"What happened, Shikha? Why are you scared? Kneel down on the floor!" She had no choice. She was too scared to disobey both Shyam Uncle and the brutish Negro.
As Shyam Uncle and the African brought their chaser closer together, my mom knelt down right in front of them, her body shivering in humiliation and anticipation. With one last ounce of self-respect, she pleaded, "Please, don’t do this…". But without saying another word, the big African wove his fingers into my mom's dark silky hair and brought his shaft to her lips. He then put one hand underneath his massive cock and started to stroke her pouty lips with the tip. There was no way to escape this treatment other than to comply with what they were doing. So, my mom found herself kissing his member in return, opening her lips slightly to kiss it as he pressed it against them. With embarrassment I looked on as my sweet homely innocent mother enveloped the tip of this strange black man’s manhood in her lips, kissing it again and withdrawing before opening her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, she lathered his bulbous head with her saliva. After twirling her tongue around his cockhead a few times, she started stroking the nigger's shaft until it was as stiff as a pole. After he was fully standing at attention, the brute pushed a quarter of his cock into my mom's moist awaiting mouth. He let it rest in her mouth for a moment before pulling it almost all the way out and thrusting it back in again. My mom was taking it in, slowly sucking and pushing it with her tongue with a soft pop. "Aahhhhhh!", the African brute groaned, as he felt her tongue licking the base of his cock.
From her expression, I could tell that my mom felt as if she had no choice, and was hoping this was all he was going to do as he pushed forward, the member enlarging in her mouth as she sucked it gently and played with it with her tongue. "Mmmdmmfsfmsmdmfmdsmmfdmfm!!!", she moaned as he pushed further, his engorged cock pressing down on her tongue now as the tip tickled against the back of her throat. She could feel the steadily growing pulsing, as she sucked in and out, feeling it growing as she dreaded the moment when he would explode into her. However, the Negro wanted to take it slow and savor the moment. Steadily, he picked up speed almost burying his whole cock in her mouth with each thrust. My mom was used to deepthroating – she had in fact done it so many times with so many different males by now. But, it was his girth she had to get used to. The black man's bratwurst was bigger around and her lips needed time to adjust. Once she adjusted, my sweet homely slutty mother held onto his lap and helped him guide his cock into her mouth, which surprised him since most women would normally want to take a monster cock like his a little easy at first. It didn't take long for him to get over the shock because he was hitting the back of her throat again in no time. My mom expertly used her bee-stung lips to massage the pervert's cock as it invaded her mouth.
Making the most of this opportunity, Uncle Shyam got off the chair and went down on his knees right behind my mom, and then lightly touched her waist under her skirt. My mom wanted to protest but she was so engrossed in pleasuring the African’s monster shaft that she chose to ignore Shyam Uncle’s naughtiness. Wasting no time, the pot-bellied pervert relieved my mom of her skimpy underwear, bringing it down to her creamy thighs. That was a sight to behold. The milkman, Uncle Shyam and I watched in awe at my mom’s engorged pussy lips and the way the pubic hair surrounding it was glistening with her love-juices. Once her panties were taken off, Shyam Uncle dove head first between her chubby thighs and ravished her cunt with his tongue. My mom shivered as she felt a jolt of ecstasy rip through her body as the old pervert devoured her pussy like it was his last meal. She tried pushing herself off of the brute’s member, but the guy used his hands to hold her head in place as he was roughly fucking her mouth often making her gag. Bobs of spit rolled down the sides of her lips as her molestation by two perverts continued, and I believe the thought of that happening right in front of her son aroused her even more. Uncle Shyam gave her pussy a few more licks then sat up and used his fingers to fuck my mom's dripping wet tunnel. After a few minutes of sliding his fingers in and out, my mom’s body began to tense up as a result of her impending orgasm. The African brute slid out his cock from her mouth just so she doesn’t bite on it out of sexual ecstasy. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!", she moaned, her eyes rolling back and her mouth gaping with lust. She then slammed her legs shut around his hand. With Uncle Shyam’s hand held firmly in place, my mom started coating his fingers with her nectar. After her orgasm subsided, she crashed onto her abuser’s lap and her body went limp for a minute.
I couldn’t believe what was going on right in front of my eyes. My sweet homely devoted mother was shivering and cumming on Uncle Shyam’s hand while bobs of spit and precum – from the African brute – were rolling down her smooth mature cheeks…all of this right in front of her son, knowing full well that I was watching! She was exhausted by the orgasm and was resting her head on the African’s dark muscular lap. His black monster cock was glistening with her saliva and his own precum. At that moment, Uncle Shyam and the milkman exchanged knowing glances, and almost immediately, Raju stood up and helped my mother up and laid her on the nearby couch. Her eyes were closed and she was panting breathlessly. All three men now stood up and approached the sofa, making me realize that the fun and games were now over. They were finally going to fuck my mom! No, actually, they were going to gangbang her. My mom knew what was coming and she was too far gone now to object. She looked at me one last time and her eyes almost welled up in tears. I nodded my head to indicate to her that it was okay.
The African and the milkman came around the sides of the sofa, while Uncle Shyam resumed his kneeling position, right between my mother’s legs. The milkman laid her back against the couch while Uncle Shyam spread her legs slightly. He was sitting by her feet and could see that her juices had soaked the narrow strip of material covering her pussy. He could also see a few strands of curly pubic hair escaping the gusset of her panties. As Uncle Shyam’s face approached her mature pussy, he sniffed and smelled the familiar odor of sweat, lady-cum and pee. He smiled deviously, loving the smell of a mature pussy and the smell of soiled panties.
The African, however, leaned down over my mom’s face while running his fingers over her dark curly hair. I though he was going to kiss her. But he had something far more sinister in mind. He spread her jaw with his thick sausage-like fingers, hocked up a pool of saliva in his mouth and let a big drip of that spit ooze out of his mouth. It clung to his thick dark lips lips for a moment before dropping directly into my mother’s unwilling mouth. "Swallow it!", the brute ordered. My mom appeared disgusted, but was too scared to disobey. So, with a great deal of reluctance, she swallowed this stranger’s spit while he smirked.
In the meantime, the milkman proceeded to take off the top half of her black French-maid dress. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it away from her bosom. As soon as the top was off my mom’s body, Raju’s eyes grew wide in amazement. The tight white satin bra was doing a great job pushing her massive 36DD boobs out of its enclosure. His hands were all over her now – running his fingers along the smooth curvature of her creamy cleavage, cupping her breasts over the satiny material of the bra and playing with the nipples that protruded through the material. My mom looked so exotic with her top completely open revealing her heavy bra-covered milk tanks and her skirt bunched up her waist, exposing her smooth chubby thighs and wet panties. The scene looked even more erotic with the three men giving her so much attention. My cock became rock-hard watching that scene and you can be sure that I was watching this intently!
"Ahhhhhhhh!! Mmmmmmmmmm!!", soft sensual moans escaped her lips as these men molested her.
Uncle Shyam then slowly pulled down her soaked panties to her knees and then eventually down her ankles and then completely off. Now, my sweet homely mother’s pussy was exposed in front of these three perverted men who wanted to fuck her until tomorrow. She had a full black pubic bush. It was magnificent to look at, beautiful even. Not able to control his urges any longer, the old pervert grabbed her thighs and grounded his face into her wet snatch.
"Hahhhhhhh!!", my mom groaned and shook violently. Within seconds, the African’s mouth was on her, kissing her passionately. His face was so huge that I thought his lips would cover her entire mouth. But the brute was savoring every moment of the kiss. His lips were pressed tightly against hers, giving her no chance to reply. Instead of wasting energy trying to fight the big African off, she surprisingly returned his kisses with an intense vigor. He also placed his hand behind my mother’s head and ran his fingers through her hair while exploring her mouth with his tongue. While they were kissing, blood started rushing to his massive cock, causing it to swell and poke against her fleshy midriff. "Hmmm, you’re a good kisser, bitch.", the big man said as he peeled his lips from my mom’s. He then brought his lips back on her face, kissing and licking her pink cheeks, slowly moving on to her earlobes and gently biting them. My mom’s eyes were closed with lust and she began taking deep breaths in sexual ecstasy.
The milkman was awe-struck as with each deep breath, my mom’s massive jugs were rising and falling with each breath causing her to look even sexier. As my mom raised her arms to hold the African’s face and return his kisses with the same intense vigor, Raju found his opportunity and brought his face closer to her left armpit. She was exposing a big bush of sweaty hairs and right away, the milkman plunged his nose into her armpit. He took a deep breath inhaling all the musky odor of her feminine sweat and when he exhaled, his warm breath hit her armpit and she opened her mouth moaning, "Ooooohhhhhh!!!". Not being able to control his lust, he opened his mouth and started licking the sweat drooling from her mature armpit, very slowly. The tickling caused my mom to shift uncomfortably on the sofa, but the African held her in place with his constant kissing and tongue lashing. At the same time, the brute’s strong manly hands were enveloping her mature massive hooters, exploring them and fondling them strongly over her bra.
Meanwhile, Uncle Shyam pushed his face tight up into my mother’s smelly crotch. Surprisingly, my mom also began grind her pussy against his mouth. She was definitely excited by all the attention she was getting from these three men and by the fact that all of this was being witnessed by her son. Heavily encouraged by her reaction, the old pervert slid his tongue in, feeling the pungent taste of her womanly juices. He lapped at her twat as if she were his lover. Right before she was about to orgasm, Uncle Shyam peeled himself off, causing my mom to grab his head in wanton lust and attempt to push his tongue back in her labia. But, the old pervert had other ideas. He removed my mom’s arm from over his head and then slid two fingers deep between her pussy lips. He just slid right in as if he had finger-fucked her a thousand times. "Mmmmmmm Mmmmmmm Unghhhhhh Uhhhhhhh!!!", she moaned. He was instantly able to hit her g-spot and as a result, my mom was screaming out in pleasure. He was also stroking her clit with his thumb at the same time, making the orgasm even more intense. The African brute just raised his face off of hers and watched intently at the contorted lust-filled expressions of her face.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!", she moaned louder as she hit her second orgasm of the night. Along with the orgasm came a hot stream of piss, right in the old pervert’s face. As Uncle Shyam proceeded to retreat, my mom straddled his balding head with her tree-trunk like legs and cradled her pussy on his mouth, unloading a full load of hot, salty piss. I was completely in shock!
As her orgasm subsided, my mom released Uncle Shyam from her leggy grasp and crashed on the sofa, panting as though she had just run a marathon. As she started to calm down, the pot-bellied pervert raised his head and stood up smiling, his hard member proudly swinging its approval. His face was soaked with her vaginal secretions and her load of hot piss. He looked towards me and sniggered even more.
"Isshhhh dekhechis tor mummy amar mukh ta kerom bhijiye dilo? Or gude ekhono prochur rosh ache."("Isshhhhh did you see how your mother drenched my face? She still has a lot of juices inside her though."), he said, pointing to her glistening mature moist twat. My mom was too drained to chide Uncle Shyam over his derogatory comments and since my cock was rock solid owing to the live sex show happening in front of me, I just sat and stared as well.
The old pervert then began his slow approach towards me as Raju and the African continued to play with my mom’s luscious mature body. When he was near me, my heart started skipping a few beats. I was scared as to what he might do. He then took a chair and sat down right beside me. He then proceeded to remove my shirt and my pants. As I was wearing pyajams, it didn’t take him very long to remove it and my 6 inch cock immediately sprang out. "Look how you’re mom is enjoying her time with my two guests!", he said with an eerie smile. As he said this, I fixed my eyes on them as Uncle Shyam held my dick in his hand and started storking. He took my hand and put it over his hard manhood and I started doing the same, all while watching my sweet homely innocent mother being slowly subjected to abject depravity by these perverts!
The milkman had raised my mom’s left arm and rested it on the head of the sofa. The long curly hairs on her armpit were trickling with sweat and saliva. Raju moved closer to her – his face only an inch away from the hairs on her armpit - and stared hungrily at her hairy armpit that was glistening with sweat and his own saliva. My mom was panting heavily from exhaustion owing to her two recent orgasms, but the two guys didn’t care. They were too horny to care!
The African was busy fondling her tits over her bra. His fingers were gently tickling and caressing my mom’s stiff grape-like nipples through the satiny cotton fabric of the tight brassiere. Lightly he held both engorged tips between his thumb and forefinger and rhythmically applied pressure making her release soft inaudible squeals of pleasure. All the time, he kept up his licking of her creamy smooth cheeks and even gently sucked on her sensitive earlobe and let his tongue explore her ear. I noticed my mom yielding against him, dominated by his manipulations. I knew that her blood was boiling with long suppressed desire and being treated by a high-class whore by these two animals, in front of her sissy son was making her even weaker.
Slowly and casually, the big brute then slipped the bra straps off over my mom’s fatty shoulders. But her bra was so tight over her ample breasts that it was still clinging on to them. When the African realized this, he cracked a smile and announced, "Oh gosh Mr. Prasad, this bitch’s tits! They're huge! They're the biggest tits I ever seen and I have seen some big ones let me tell you!"
Uncle Shyam just smiled as he continued to slowly jack me off in front of everyone – including my own mother whose eyes seemed to be shut with tiredness. My hand was on his cock too. He was the perfect size, my hand fitting perfectly around it as he slowly thrusted into my palm. We were going back and forth, stimulating each other as we both watched the live show. However, my stimulations were greater than anyone else’s I believe. I loved their firm domination of me and my mother, loved to have her being touched by this perverted sex-hungry Negro and this low-class milkman. In a very short time, these many men in our lives had managed to break down all of my mom’s resistances and seduce her. She was so close to becoming a wanton, willing slut. Never in my short life had I been close to reaching such emotions and feelings as I was experiencing now. My mom and I being humiliated, degraded, forced to submit - and I felt only raw desire and want!
My mom had wanted this too I’m sure. She simply lay back on the sofa as Raju moved on to her hairy pits and kissed it like a madman, licking and eating all the dirty sweat-and-saliva from her hairy pit. The African, however, was fully focused on my mom’s massive milk jugs and pulled her breasts out of her bra. Once her huge mammaries were out, the milkman stopped what he was doing and quickly positioned his mouth over her jutting breasts. The big brute picked the left one as the he slid further down the sofa to position his mouth closer to her right breast. Both men bent down to suck my mother’s juicy nipples into the warm cavern of their mouths. They also licked her bosom carefully, taking their time to once in awhile suck her tit-flesh into their mouth. Soon her nipples were standing to stiff attention.
My mouth was gaping and drooling as I watched these two animals molest my mom’s mature titties. The same tits that I once drank milk out of as a toddler. I wondered if they’ll still find a pool of milk there. "Ah, look at your mommy’s nice titties! Do you like it when someone sucks your mom’s tits like this?", he gave my cock a tight squeeze making me jerk, "Hmmm your cock’s becoming even harder watching your mother in this state! Very good!", he laughed hard.
I’m sure my mom heard this pervert’s dirty comments. But she was too far gone to care. Neither of us cared any more!
"Mmmmmm!!!", my sweet, homely slutty mother moaned as the big African brute softly grabbed her by the ass-cheeks with one massive hand and used his other hand to inch his middle finger inside her mature damp pussy, all while simultaneously continuing to suckle her massive right tit. He then abruptly pulled it back, feeling the stickiness of her wet snatch in his fingertips and again inserting it back inside making her moan softly.
At the same time, Raju – the milkman - had his tongue and teeth on my mom’s right nipple, sending shockwaves down to her sex, making her breathe in gasps. "Mmmmm slowly please….", she whimpered with her eyes closed and biting her lower lip. He gently guided my mom’s hand on his cock, and to my surprise, I saw her nervous fingers close around the shaft of his semi-hard member. She attempted to do the same with the big African, but his manhood was so big that she couldn’t even close her hand around it. Having to improvise, she got a firm grip on it, letting her fingers tighten slightly on his throbbing rod and then she started to slide her hand upwards in a rhythmic motion.
I was getting so hard watching my mom service these two strange cocks while the two men played with her boobs and the African simultaneously fingered her pussy. Uncle Shyam sensed my horniness and proceeded to pump my cock even faster while I did the same to him. His cock was warm and made me feel so hot stroking it.
"Mmmmm ufff I’m going crazy!", she muttered as the big African brute’s middle finger penetrated deep inside her aching pussy. In response, she moved with her both hands, pulling the outer sheath of their precious cock skin up and down. My eyes flicked up to the glistening piss-slit as more pre-cum started to ooze forth from the tip of their cocks as it slowly dripped down my mother’s waiting fingers, making them sleek as she steadily stroked their hard members.
Soon, my mom was growing wild with sexual tension and began to move her hips on the big African’s middle finger to get more friction. "Ahhhhh please don’t stop!", she groaned in pleasure, her body rearing close to a third orgasm. Although the brute didn’t understand her language, he understood the language of passion and continued to speed up his middle finger, while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
"HuhHuhHahHuhHahHuhHaaa!!!", she started to moan rapidly, her breathing intensifying. Owing to the excitement, she involuntarily upped the pace of her hand job. Raju peeled his mouth off her engorged nipple and laid back on the sofa as my mom’s stroking got faster and faster. Although the black man showed no signs of stopping, Raju’s eyes seemed to be rolling at the back of his head and soon he couldn’t bear it any longer.
"Ohhhhhhh my gosh!!", he moaned in pleasure as thick spurts of white semen flew from his cock and landed on his chest, stomach and scrotum, and also coated my mom’s fingers. He then fell flat on his back at the corner of the sofa, panting heavily.
But the black guy wasn’t even close to getting done and neither was my mom. After two orgasms, her third one was bound to last a little longer. Seizing the opportunity, the African tried to pull his finger out of her wet twat, making a pop sound as it was released. As soon as he did that, my mom’s eyes opened up and she was looking accusingly at the brute, who was now staring down at her with hungry lust-filled eyes. Her nipples were now painfully erect through all the attention these two animals had been paying to them. "Why did you take it out? Please do it again! Do it until my womanly desires are quenched! Please!", she was almost begging for him to put his finger back insider her aching cunt.
The big African just smiled and said, "I don’t know what you’re saying, but I know what you want. But a bitch like you needs something more than a finger to satisfy her." He then straightened up, took his thick 9-inch penis in his hand, placed it at the entrance to my mom’s vagina, and started teasing her clit slowly.
Although my mom was horny, the sight of that huge manhood getting ready to enter her moist pussy scared her. "Mmmmmm, please apnar ta onek boro! Please dhokaben na! Amar gud phete jabe! Please erom annay korben na! Pllleaaseee!!!"("Mmmmm, please, yours is too big! Please don’t put it in! My pussy will explode! Please don’t do this cruelty! Pllleeeaaaseeee!!"), my mom begged for him not to do it.
However, the big African brute was adamant. He wanted to tease her clit first though, make her crave it. He rubbed the bulbous head of his cock in her slit back and forth, soaking it with her juices. My cock expanded and contracted in Uncle Shyam’s fist as I saw my mom’s pussy lips open in anticipation, right before my eyes, even as she said no. From the side, I saw the milkman slowly springing back to life as he kneeled on the sofa, to my mom’s right, limp cock in hand. He started sucking her breasts and pulling her already tight nipples.
Once the tip of the African’s cock was glistening once again with my mom’s pussy juices, he pushed down slowly, sliding it into my mother’s sex. "Huuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!", my mom’s mouth gaped and she let out a huge gasp as this big brute penetrated her with his monster cock! I couldn't believe what was happening! I watched in amazement as her mature yet tight pussy stretched around this nigger’s girth, clutching it almost in a hug. My mom held herself there, her head fell back on the sofa and I watched as her body went into spasms having such a powerful orgasm with his monster member just entering her! She clutched Raju’s head in sheer ecstasy and lust, his mouth suckling at her left breast.
"Damn, you're so tight, bitch!", he groaned. The African held her hips in place as my mom's body shook. He guided her hips up and I watched as her stretched pussy was pulled out as she rose up his long thick cock. I watched as more and more of his manhood made its way into her until he was halfway in.
"Ahhhhhh! Ooooohhhh! Ahhhhhhh!", my mom groaned in both pleasure and pain, her white cunt juices coating the African's jet black cock every time he pulled his body up, only to push back into her, further on his dick, making her cream shoot out of her coating his balls.
The milkman gently lifted himself off the sofa and moved around the back, his limp cock in hand, which was already dripping with white sticky pre-cum. Raju moved so my mom could reach his cock with her mouth and as she took his cock deep into her mouth without hesitation, the big brute started to pump his cock into her tightly stretched twat faster and faster. His manhood was now halfway into my mother’s aching pussy and going in deeper.
The big brute never slowed down his pumping, holding my mom tightly around the fleshy waistline of hers, until he slammed down on her hard as her love-canal started oozing cream. "Aoooooowwwwhhhhhh!!", she screamed as her legs shot straight up in the air, spread wide. He was stretching my mom apart and filling her pussy like it had never been filled before! He began to ease back until his dick was almost completely out of her and then he would push forward going deeper with each thrust until I could literally hear his big dark balls smacking my mother’s plump buttocks.
"Ufffffffff! Hoffffff! Ufffff!", my mom gasped and her breathing turned heavy as this big brute’s hips started moving faster and she tried to match every thrust – pushing her ass upward when this brute thrust downward. She let go of Raju’s cock as she clutched the African's back, her legs involuntarily wrapped around the nigger's muscular waist as her entire body was shaking in lust. He slowed down just a little until my mom got her breath back and then he picked up the pace again but this time seemingly even more intense, slamming deeper and harder inside of her with each thrust. I thought my mom would black out. I knew that she had never felt anything like this and I couldn't believe this brute’s stamina. He just kept going and my mom seemed to get louder and louder with the sofa squeaking and bouncing with the power of their sex. He had a wild crazed look in his eyes and was dripping with sweat as he pounded roughly into my sweet homely mother like some crazed animal. This was a different kind of sex than my mom had ever experienced with either Uncle Shyam or Haria or even the two brutes – Haripada and Bahadur!
"Mmmmmmmm!!!", she moaned as I saw teardrops at the corners of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. I wondered if they were tears of joy and satisfaction or of guilt and pain. But I was enjoying watching her in this hot predicament. On top of that, Uncle Shyam had moved his chair closer to mine and was now squeezing and stroking my already erect cock even harder. I felt his excited fingers and palm and the wetness of my pre-cum. Holding, squeezing, stroking. Holding, squeezing, stroking, stroking, stroking. Wet, slippery, stroking!
I was beginning to think the African could go on like this all night, but his body finally stiffened and shuddered, and he let out a loud grunt as he made a hard thrust inside of her. "Aoooowwhhhhhhh!!", my mom screamed in pleasure as she felt his big dick spasm and begin to erupt. His hot sperm sprayed inside of her, deep inside her womb – the same womb where I came from! The feeling of watching them was incredible and the fact that a black guy was cumming inside her again seemed to add to my excitement and once over the edge, I too spurt thick gobs of cum down Uncle Shyam’s hand and then rested back on the chair.
Once he had orgasmed inside her, he held my mom’s shoulders and then gently lowered his face down on hers. When my mom lifted her face up, his lips met hers. Surprisingly, she didn’t pull back. Instead, my mom put her arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!!!". The brute then slowly pulled his huge cock out of her, leaving her pussy agape, cum running out of her hairy love-hole. He then fell on the side of the sofa, tired and exhausted. My mom too looked tired and exasperated as she lay back on the sofa, her erotic French-maid attire ripped open – but still clinging to her midriff – exposing her massive milk tanks and dripping cunt as she spread her legs and just sat there, eyes closed and catching her breath.
I thought this was over since three men – including me – had already climaxed, with the milkman sitting at the other corner of the sofa steadily regaining his strength. However I had forgotten completely about Uncle Shyam, who was still sitting beside me, his cock hard as a rock in my tired hands. Soon, he easily free his manhood from my light grip and slowly walked over to my mother to inspect her condition. Once he was near her, he said, "So, Shikha darling, how did you like the gangbang?"
My mom was too exhausted to respond, she just laid back on the sofa, her body dripping with sweat. "Haha! Tired so soon? There’s still one more player left!", he said, pointing to his own cock. "There’s no more room in your cunny today. So, today, I’m going to fuck your ass!", he proclaimed. Honestly, my mom was too tired to protest or even comprehend what this sick cruel old pervert was planning to do with her.
Uncle Shyam unkindly proceeded to flip her almost limp body onto her belly and lifted her up onto all fours, on the sofa. He stared in awe at her fair, plump butt cheeks, his mouth almost drooling sexual anticipation. Surprisingly, despite my recent orgasm, I felt my cock twitch a little when I noticed his hungry eyes staring down at my exhausted mom’s ass and him stroking his cock as a result of that perfect visage in front of him. Uncle Shyam had always had a weakness for my mom’s perfectly round globes and had seemingly moved her backwards, to expose her twitching ass to his filthy mind.
Unsure of when I would have this chance again, he decided to go forth with my mom’s anal intrusion. Slowly, as if to savor the moment, the pot-bellied pervert began stroking the curves of her round arse with his warm sticky hands that were still covered in my cum. To tell you the truth, this was making me even hornier. "Do you feel good, Shikha?", he asked with a devious smile. My mom’s only reaction was her butt slowly flexing with each of Uncle Shyam’s gentle massages. I bet she was enjoying it as well, but was too tired to speak. Soon, however, that all changed when the dirty pervert raised his right arm and a hard, hard raining of barehanded blows was delivered to my mother’s undefended ass. "Ahhhhhh….huffff…huff…please….hufff….Shyam Babu…uffff….aar na….please!!", ("Ahhhhhh….huffff…huff…please….hufff….Shyam Babu…uffff….no more….please!!"), her pleas were like squeals as she begged for him to stop. Uncle Shyam, however, smacked her with devilish skill. Never too hard, but hard enough to cause a stinging pain that gradually resulted in a warm, heated glowing over her ass. My mom’s butt was soon red, red hot rather!
Uncle Shyam paused at that moment and then bent down to explore my mother’s tortured flesh. "Ooooohhh!", she gasped as something wet slid over reddened flesh. She realized soon enough that it was Uncle Shyam licking the bottom he had recently so expertly treated to a hard spanking. He took his time, to lick both of my mom’s poor, punished nether cheeks until they glistened with his wet saliva.
"Mmmmmmmm!!", she moaned. The coolness resulting from the old pervert’s licking calmed my mom somewhat, but her spanked orbs still radiated glowing heat and combined with the sensation of having his tongue, the tormented buns made her moan and slightly wriggled her buttocks.
"Ahhhh you’re excited, you slut!", he said, "Watch how your son is staring at you! He’s already jerked off once in my hands, and now his cock his aching to see his mommy getting fucked hard again! But today I’m not going to fuck your pussy! Today, I’m going to fuck your ass!".
The old, hairy pervert grabbed her butt firmly and then stretched her plump butt-cheeks apart so he could see right into her crevice, while my mom pleaded to his humanity. "P... please nooo! Ohhh, Nooosssa! No...Please d...don't!"
Uncle Shyam was in no mood to listen, however. He rubbed the entire length of his cock over her wet slit to get it ready and lube up to enter her ass. He then aimed towards her asshole and spilled out a thick blob of spit from his mouth, which unfortunately landed on sides of her butt. Undeterred, he scooped up the blob of spit with his two fingers and circled the edges of her anus. With his sloppy fingers, he began massaging in gentle motions over my mom’s tight anus but it was still shyly closed tight. "Uhhh... Shyam Babu, please stop! Uffff!!", she pleaded as she felt thick fingers pierce her body. By that time, Uncle Shyam’s middle finger had been hovering over my mother’s asshole and soon, he plunged it in slowly. He was gathering a few millimetres of lubricated progress at a time.
"Mmmmmmmmm!!!", my mom silently squirmed, with just over half of the tip of the pervert’s finger tightly gripped by her hungry asshole.
"So, slut, do you like it?", he asked. My mom didn’t respond. Instead, she just moaned. "Haha! Now I’m ready to fuck your ass! Raju, bring out the Vaseline!", he yelled. As quick as a cat, Raju picked up his pants and brought out a small tube of Vaseline from the pocket. Taking a lump of the lumpy moist Vaseline, Uncle Shyam spread it generously on his still hard cock. It had an oily grip. He then took another lump of Vaseline and returned his left hand to her butt-cheek, spreading it widely and inching a glistening finger back to where the other was embedded. Once he was satisfying that they were all lubed up and ready for the event, he stood back stroking his cock and smiling, admiring the view of my mom’s glistening bum.
Wasting no additional time, Uncle Shyam stretched her arsehole as wide as possible, pushing his rock hard member into her opening. "P... please Shyam Babu, n... no more!". Her face seemed to wince in pain.
Gradually Uncle Shyam’s penis inched closer inwards, pushing globs of vaseline out of my mom’s opening. Unrelenting, he pushed harder and deeper until finally with a satisfying grip, her anal muscles swallowed the head of his cock and gripped it like a vice. "Aahhh, Aaggghhhh!", she gave a groan of pain, satisfaction and pleasure. The old pervert readily pulled his foreskin a little further back to full appreciate how much my mom’s ass cheeks was enveloping his bulbous cock-head.
From there on, each movement was slow, deliberate and precise, all with the intention of inching his manhood further and further insider my mother’s anal canal. "Mmmmmm! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!", my mom was wincing with each slow rhythmic motion inside her, whilst Uncle Shyam was barely trying to hide his ecstasy. As finally half of his penis had disappeared inside my mom’s tight ass, he started pounding her heavier and more deeply. The temptation to fuck her butt as aggressively as he might her pussy was too much for Uncle Shyam and so he started pounding it with light aggression slowly gaining further depths inside her.
"Nooooooooo…Uffffffffff…Nooooooooo… slowly please!", my mom moaned and groaned. I could see the pain on her face slowly transforming into pleasure.
Momentarily, Uncle Shyam would ease up before pounding my mom a little harder, a little faster and a little angrier. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Aoooowhhhhhhhh!!", she whimpered. Her groans of pleasure and pain were growing louder and rougher whilst she soon started spreading her cheeks with her own hands. Each time, the old pervert punctuated a rhythmic fuck with a deeper entrance she would grip the sofa sheets and wince a little harder.
Sensing that she was either losing herself to the moment or reaching a limit of pleasure and pain, the pot-bellied bastard grabbed her arms back by both wrists in one hand and her long dark hair in the other hand, pounding her ass as deeply and aggressively as he could, watching her eyes tear up whilst a secret part of me became even more aroused at what sexual pain she was enduring for this old perverted bastard’s pleasure. My cock was still wasn’t fully erect and therefore I just watched with fading eyes as my mom got anally screwed by this old neighbor – this neighbor whom my mom wouldn’t even look at on the streets when we would pass him, just a few months prior. Now this same person was fucking my mom in front of me while I jerked off and was also pimping her to strange black men and low-class guys like Raju. I smiled inwardly thinking how the times have changed!
Finally, as Uncle Shyam’s long, hard, brown cock disappeared in and out of my mother’s fair round arse, he released her arms and hair, angrily grabbing both ass-cheeks before digging his manhood right up to the hilt whilst ejaculating gloriously into her deepest, darkest recesses coating her dark walls with his white warm cum. "Uffffffffffff!", my mom sighed as well, as her love-juices too spilled from her vagina and on the sofa.
As the pot-bellied pervert’s cock twitched inside her, dribbling the last spurts of sperm into her ass, he smiled and looked down on her angelic face which was looking messy with tear stained mascara running down her face. When Uncle Shyam finally pulled out, his cock slid out of her with a soft wet sound. He then crashed on the floor on his back, too tired to do anything. Raju, on the other hand, climbed on to the side of sofa right beside my mom, gently grabbed my mom’s now exhausted limp body and they both laid back on the sofa, with my mom’s head on his chest. He then gently started caressing her breasts as they both nearly drifted off to sleep. Seeing them in such state, I smiled and too dozed off without even knowing it.
It had been such a sexy lust-filled night after all!
Bahadur was driving the car with Karim Chacha in the front seat and me and my mom in the back. Neither of us had said a word to each other since morning and everytime I looked at her, she turned away in shame. I guess I should’ve been grateful that she was not aware of the fact that this wasn’t the first time I had seen her being used and having sex with a low-class man. Regardless, she seemed very conscious of herself now as she tried to avoid my eyes as well as Bahadur’s eyes. The driver too appeared to be very alarmed and I can only assume that the "slap" I heard when I ran up the stairs after that incident was my mom slapping him as a backlash.
Anyways, after Karim Chacha and Bahadur dropped us at the station, we both got on the train and left. Nothing even remotely scintillating happened during our return trip as my mom was acting very prim and proper, now that she knew her son had seen and heard everything that she had done. We hardly spoke during the journey and when we got home and opened the door, there was another surprise waiting for us.
"Haria! What are you doing here?!", my mom cried.
My memories of watching my mother’s first act of debauchery came flooding back to me as I saw our 40 year old short-heighted, skinny, dark-skinned servant for the first time in nearly a month. He was sweeping the floor when we entered the house, wearing a loose-fitting lungi and a white banyan which had patches and holes all over. His silver hairline was still receding and his beard was shoddy. He stopped and stared in awe at my mom, as if he had just gotten his "queen" back.
"B-Bhabhi…b-big Boss asked me to come. He left about 2-3 days ago.", he stammered. "Boro-Babu" meant my Dad. I knew that he mentioned before we were leaving that he intended to rehire Haria and my mom vehemently opposed to it. But, I believe, he didn’t listen.
When my mom heard that my Dad had asked him to continue working here, she just grumbled and trotted to her room. But, before she left, she laid down the law for him. "Ok, if you want to work here you have to follow the rules: From today onwards, we’re both going to be in the kitchen at separate times. When I’m working in the kitchen, you will clean the rest of the house. And whenever you’re in the kitchen, I will be doing something somewhere else! Is that clear?"
Haria timidly nodded his head in approval and my mom stormed up the stairs to her room after that conversation. No words were exchanged between us. I assumed she was still emotional about what happened in Siliguri. Nonetheless, I didn’t want to strain our mother-son relationship, so I decided not to push her.
Later in the day, we received a phone call. At first, I assumed it was my Dad who had called to check up on us. But when I brought the receiver to my ears, I realized something different.
"Hello!", he said. The voice was crooked and timbering, so richly deep that my two little ears were tingling. In fact, my whole body was shivering. It was Uncle Shyam! Before I could bring myself to reply with my own "hello", I heard my mom’s soft, mellow voice say the words (from the parallel line in my parent’s bedroom).
"Hello! Who’s calling?"
"Shikha darling!", Uncle Shyam’s said in a roaring excited voice.
Almost immediately, my mom’s voice started quivering, "Y-You? What do you want? My whole life is ruined! Now, what more can you do to make it worse?", her voice slowly turned heavy as she said that. She was perilously close to breaking down into tears.
Hearing my mom in such a depressed state, Uncle Shyam started speaking in an uncharacteristically toned down voice, "Why darling, what happened?"
For a minute, there was no response from my mom’s side. She was breathing heavily on the phone which suggested she was nervous about revealing too much to this pot-bellied pervert. But Uncle Shyam was not one to give up easily. "What happened, Shikha darling? Why are you so afraid? Is there anything about your life that is hidden from me? You’re used to telling me everything. Then why are you ashamed to tell me this? Tell me please, what happened.", he said with a soothing calm voice.
Uncle Shyam’s warm eager words coupled with my mother’s anxiety over not being able to tell anyone, finally motivated her to tell the truth. "Sh-Shyam B-Babu, you won’t b-believe what h-happened in Siliguri.", she began. My heart felt like it was skipping a few beats when she began to tell him. "H-he saw me…", she stammered.
Shyam Uncle didn’t seem to understand or maybe he wanted more details like the pervert that he was. "What are you trying to say? Tell me properly! Who saw? What did they see? I can understand nothing!", he said irritably.
"My…my…my son!", my mom blurted out, her voice quivering with fear and shame.
For a moment, the 55-year old pervert was quiet, possibly trying to assess the situation. "So what?", he finally said, breaking his silence.
My mom was thoroughly surprised to hear the question. "What are you saying? What do you mean by ‘so what’? Maybe you didn’t understand."
"I understand quite well. Did you think me to be a dumbass? Tell me slut, who did you fuck?"
Uncle Shyam’s hard unabashed question made my mom gulp. "W-what…what are you saying?"
"Don’t act, Shikha darling. Tell me, who were you fucking? Or rather who was screwing you?", you could hear him smirking on the other side of the phone line as he asked this direct, perverted questions.
My sweet nervous mother had lost all control at that point. She knew that Shyam Uncle was a smart man and he had a power over her like no other. She was trapped! "M-my brother’s driver!".
"Hahahhahah! Wow! That’s like my good little slut! So, now you’re allowing everyone taste that tight twat and juicy tits of yours? Very good! Ok, now tell me, were did you fuck that son-of-a-bitch driver?", he asked.
"Not intentionally…he forced me!", my mom said defensively.
"Where, you slut!", Uncle Shyam roared.
"In the k-kitchen.", she blurted with fright and embarrassment.
"Hahah, good! And your son saw everything?".
"Hmmm…I don’t understand what to do. I’m scared that he might tell his father what he has seen and if that happens, my life is over!", my mom was almost to the point of sobbing again.
Uncle Shyam’s voice again became calm and soothing as he started to show some sympathy and said, "Don’t worry so much, Shikha darling. Bunty is a grown man now. You have nothing to worry about him. He won’t tell anyone."
"How can you be so calm? How do you know if he’ll tell anyone?"
"Watching a sexy mature mother like you naked and having sex is every young son’s dream!", Uncle Shyam said bluntly. He was so blunt that even I was shocked.
Needless to say, my mother was astonished by that comment too. "What the hell are you saying?! My son is nothing like that!"
"Your son is also a young man, is he not? Do you remember that milkman? The young man who cam to your house and seduced you? He came inside your house and fondled your sweet luscious tits! He licked and sucked your brown nipples to try and extract motherly milk from them. He sniffed your sweaty armpits and rubbed his cock over them!", Uncle Shyam continued to narrate what had happened back then while I could hear my mother breathing heavily on the other side of the line, perhaps slightly aroused by his perverted language and the reminder of her sexual encounter with the milkman that Uncle Shyam had set up previously. "Your son is also of the same age. To give him a chance too!"
"Please don’t say such dirty things about my son! He can never think of such things about his own mother!", my mom pleaded. The desperation in her voice suggested that she was not willing to accept that me, her son, would actually think of her in that way. I was somewhat worried that the way Uncle Shyam was pushing her, it would reveal my secret. But I also noticed that he was being careful enough, not to openly admit that I was an incest cuckold!
"You don’t believe me? Then do one thing."
My mom’s fears suddenly amplified. "What thing? What will you make me do now? I’m telling you ahead of time that I will not do anything dirty with my son! If you even allude to that, I don’t care whether you do something drastic, I will save no relationship with you!", she sounded desperate, but also determined. She made it clear that she would not stoop down to the level of having sexual relations with me! I, too, was afraid of how far we could take this.
But Uncle Shyam had other ideas. Something which neither me nor my sweet innocent sexy mother could expect in our wildest imaginations!
"At the start of every month, me and some of my friends meet up to play cards. Normally, we watch cricket or football on the TV while playing cards. Other than that, there’s no form of entertainment and hence, our games tend to be a bit boring. But, this year, I’ve decided that we make our games more interesting and horny. This year, I want host this game in your house and I want your son to play with us as well!"
"What?! Are you mad?", she yelled, "I will never work as a dirty waitress! And moreover, my son neither plays cards nor does he drink alcohol! Why would he want to sit with you guys?". This wasn’t really true. I did drink with my friends occasionally and I also played cards, though I was never very good at it.
"That’s up to him. He’s old enough to know what he wants. You say why you don’t want to become a waitress? Did you forget that you’re my slave? Do you want me to send those pictures to your neighbors?", he threatened.
My mom’s voice immediately changed to a faint whisper. "Please! Please don’t do that! I’m only saying that I don’t even know your friends. And if they try to do some dirty deeds with me in front of my son, then what will happen?".
"That is what I want to see, slut! Don’t worry. Your son will not say a word. And those who I’m bringing with me, you will know at least on of them! Listen to this very carefully, the card game is tomorrow. I’ll tell my friends to come to your house. We’re three guys. We’ll be coming together. Be ready!", he paused to hear my mother’s response but she only murmured softly. "And there’s one more thing.", he continued, "Tomorrow afternoon, our neighborhood tailor Kakababu is coming to your house! He’ll have the dress that you will be wearing during our card game. He’ll come and hand them over to you and also check the fittings, etc. Be ready!".
"Dress? What dress? What kind of dress are you making me wear in front of those strangers?", my mom asked with fear. She was scared about what sort of raunchy dress Uncle Shyam might pick for her. Plus, she was afraid of having another illicit encounter with the pervert voyeur Kakababu.
"I told you, you will be familiar with one of them! So, don’t worry so much. After that night, you’re life will change forever!", he hung up after that ominous message leaving me and my mother to ponder over what this evil old pervert had planned for us!
My anticipation knew no bounds. I was anxious to find out what Uncle Shyam had planned for me and my mother, especially during that card game. He had said that out of the two guys he was bringing, one of them would be known to us. My mind was racing to know who that one person is; whether it’s someone who’s already had his way with my mother like Haria or Haripada or Nayan, the butcher from our neighborhood bazaar or Puchu, his nephew or even the milkman! My mind was also racing to know the identity of the other guy whom Uncle Shyam was bringing into the fold! Was he another low-class dirty pervert like the rest of them or was he someone sophisticated, like an old friend of Uncle Shyam’s from his military days? I couldn’t sleep the whole night owing to these questions fogging my mind.
The next morning, when I woke up, everything seemed normal, except for the nervous way my mother was acting. She was making silly mistakes all throughout the day, like forgetting to turn on the stove while attempting to boil water, missing her morning breakfast and then being reminded of it by me, etc. I knew she was tense and worried about what Uncle Shyam had in store. Moreover, she still couldn’t meet my eyes while talking to me and I believe she was a little bit surprised as well, seeing that I had not brought up the topic of what I witnessed in Siliguri. Perhaps, she assumed I was too shy to talk about it or perhaps, she was afraid that if she talked to me about it, I would tell my father. Either way, we kept our distance from each other. That is until the afternoon!
"Thok! Thok! Thok!", went the knock on the door. I was in the living room, watching TV while my mom was in the kitchen doing some chores. Haria had already left for the day and so my sweet homely mother came out of the kitchen to answer the door. She was wearing her usual modest red-colored silk nighty – loosely-hung, half-sleeved and covered most of her body, except her creamy white forearms. Although the nightgown was modest, the dress just flowed around her womanly figure like water around a rock as it highlighted her curves. It also moved in sync with her well-rounded hips.
When she opened the door, there he was – Kakababu standing at the door, with a plastic bag in hand and a distorted smile on his face, like an idiotic old pervert!
To recap, the old man we knew as Kakababu was over sixty years old - with a frail body. He had thick glasses on and was essentially bald-headed. His complexion was brown and he had silvery spiked beard which needed shaving badly. When my mother opened the door, he eyed her from head to tip. His glasses were so thick it was hard to make out what he was thinking, but other than that he looked normal.
"Bhabhi, how are you?", he asked with a sheepish grin.
"Fine. Hope you are keeping fine too", my mom greeted him and welcomed him to our house. I saw him enter and stood up from the sofa.
"Bhabhi, does this age allow remaining in good health? Only a few days before I had fever, now am fine though.", he said. He gave a fleeting glance toward me and said to my mother, "So, you’re soon is home too. Very good. I hope Shyam Babu has briefed you about my coming."
"Yes, he mentioned that the condition of his house wasn’t very good, so he’s asked his friends to come to our house for a round of cards.", she proceeded, "He’s had a chat with my husband about the same.". The last statement was obviously a blatant lie but I guess my sweet protective mother didn’t want to have to explain the details in front of me, her trueborn son.
"That’s good to know. Now, madam, this shopping bag that I have…", Kakababu raised the bag a little bit just to give an indication of what he was carrying. "…this contains your dress.". My mom picked it from the tailor’s frail hands but I couldn’t help but notice the old pervert slightly grazing his wrinkled fingers over my mom’s smooth hand as she did so. Obviously my mom brushed it off, thinking he was an old man, but I could clearly see the glitter in his ageing eyes, behind his thick glasses.
Anyways, after getting the bag, my mom then took a peek at what was inside and her face suddenly turned pale and morbid. "W-what is this? I can’t wear this!", she cried yet in a pleading tone. Then she took one glance at me and saw that I had a puzzled expression on my face. Immediately, she changed her tone and started speaking more professionally. "What is the need for all this, Kakababu? I have plenty of dresses in my closet."
"No, madam. Shyam Babu has specifically instructed me to give you this dress. Actually, he’s well aware that I take all of your measurements.", his face betrayed a hint of smirk when he said that and then continued, "That’s why he’s entrusted me with this task. Actually, you know what, Shyam Babu’s friends don’t come from very high-class families. If they come to find out that they’re entering the mansion of such a wealthy married woman, then they would be too shy to even come in. That’s why, in order to make them comfortable, Shyam Babu has requested you to please wear this dress.".
I was sincerely surprised at both Shyam Uncle and Kakababu’s boldness. They wanted my sweet homely mother to dress up simply to make the pot-bellied pervert’s friends feel more comfortable. That was the most indecent proposition if I ever heard one. However, my mom was naïve and scared of Uncle Shyam. She glanced back at me, as if to gain my approval. "Why are you looking at me? What sort of dress is in there?", I said, almost instantly and irritably. To be honest, even I had no idea what kind of dress Uncle Shyam had chosen for my sweet luscious curvy mother. However, I was certain that it had to be raunchy and replete with debauchery.
When she received no objection from me, she agreed, "Fine. I’ll wear it.". After that response, she turned towards Kakababu who still didn’t budge from his position and instead looked at her with a faint glitter of lust reflecting from his glasses. "Did you have anything else to say.", she asked.
Kakababu gleefully shook his head from side to side as if to break out of his trance and then said, "Madam, actually, this is a very expensive dress, that is why Shyam Babu has asked me specifically to ensure that you go through a trial so that we can be certain that this dress fits you. Otherwise, it would look very odd.". This was a good sign. I was super-excited to find out what sort of dress Uncle Shyam had chosen for my mom and this would give me the perfect opportunity.
But my mother was reluctant. "What is the need for a trial? And even if you want me to try it out, then I can’t do it here…?", she glanced back at me red-faced, as if the dress was too revealing for her to wear in front of me. That got me even more excited!
Kakababu understood my mom’s dilemma and said, "Madam, Shyam Babu told me that even your son is participating in the card game. Then why are you so embarrassed to try it out in front of him? Very well, your wish. Alright, let’s go to your bedroom and have the trial there."
"Bedroom?!", my mom asked in shock and amazement.
"What other choice do we have? I just want to see you wearing the dress at least once so that I can go back and tell Shyam Babu first-hand that the dress was perfect.", the old pervert said with a fleeting smirk.
As soon as she realized that this old bastard would be reporting to the diabolical Shyam Uncle, my mom shook her head and said, "Yes, you’re right. Let’s go upstairs."
I was still sitting on the sofa watching TV, waiting for them to enter the bedroom and for me to play the same card that I played when Uncle Shyam first blackmailed my mom and took her to my parent’s bedroom. As soon as they were out of sight, I hastily climbed upstairs, entered my room and closed the door. Then, I went to my balcony. It was close to evening and was starting to get dark. I carefully yet hastily put my left foot across the gap and onto my parent's bedroom balcony. And then the right one! I was desperate to watch what was going on and nothing could stop me. When I reached their balcony, I hid myself below the short glass window and peeped inside to see what was going on.
"Have a seat while I change my clothes and return.". My mom beckoned Kakababu to sit on bed while she entered the attached bathroom. His expression didn’t change as he patiently waited for my mom to come out. And after nearly twenty full minutes of waiting, she finally stepped out. And my gosh, what a sight awaited us! Kakababu’s jaw dropped as soon as he saw her and so did mine!
What my mom was wearing was basically a little black mini-dress, i.e. a puffy short sleeved two-piece consisting of a mini-skirt and a blouse. Her mini-skirt hem ended about 3 inches above her knees, i.e. the length was mid thigh, thus exposing her creamy chubby legs quite a bit. "Turn around once.", the perverted tailor requested, almost salivating with lust. Even though my mom noticed the lustful expression on his face, I doubt she suspected anything amiss with this tailor as he was a known professional in the neighborhood (yet he still possessed a sordid reputation). Nonetheless, she decided to obey him. When my mom turned around, I noticed that the skirt barely covered her bottom. The hem was very short, leaving a glimpse of the curve of her ass cheeks exposed behind. Kakababu smiled like a fox when he saw that. The back of her dress also had a zipper.
The blouse kept half of her boobs exposed. From the looks of it, the square neckline of her blouse kept the upper parts of both her oozing globes open and I was shocked to note that the neckline passed just above her bra cup. It was low enough that if she leaned forward, you would get a good view of her luscious breasts. Moreover, the topmost hook of her blouse was also not fixed, as the thread loop was too small. So part of her white strapless brassiere also remained visible above her blouse along with a clear more than one-inch deep cleavage. My mom tried to adjust her blouse as best as she could, but in vain, as it was incorrigibly fitting on her copious mammaries.
I just loved her "lady in black" look! My mother presented such a striking contrast with the black fabric against her creamy porcelain skin. From the hungry look that Kakababu was giving her, he looked as though he could have eaten her right there. My mom's one fucking hot MILF!
But the fun was not yet over. My sweet homely modest mother turned around and took both her hands to the middle of her undulating breasts area and tried to put the hook of the blouse again into the loop, but failed again, as the thread loop was very small. It was such a lewd act yet done with such innocence that it made my cock twitch. And what was even more amazing was that this 60-year old man also adjusted his own trousers for a second, watching that scene.
"Kakababu, I can’t fix this one!", my mom cried irritably.
Kakababu was staring directly at my mom’s exposed cream-colored cleavage along with the sides of her boobs popping up above her tight bra. "Wait, let me try.", he said and moved forward towards her.
As my mom removed her hands from her blouse, the old perverted tailor’s hands brushed against her tight rotund mangoes encased in that short blouse. Unlike my mom, Kakababu was able to put the hook into the loop and closed the top of her blouse. However, his expression was as though he wasn’t satisfied. "Madam, do one thing, go into the bathroom once more, take off your bra and then come back out. I want to see if there’s any problem with the size.".
This time, my mom didn’t hesitate. She went into the bathroom and came out after 5-6 minutes. This was an even sexier sight! The jet black blouse appeared much too flimsy to be worn in public. The blouse was so flimsy that her braless nipples were visible through it. Even without the bra, the neckline appeared deeply scooped and had a shaped bodice that supported the undersides of her massive jugs, thrusting them upwards to maximize their size and shapeliness, and squeezing them together to form a deep cleavage.
Suddenly, Kakababu stepped in front of her, reached over and shamelessly tweaked one, which sent a shiver through my mom’s spine. "Ooooohhhh! What sort of naughtiness is this? Behave yourself!", she scolded.
"Ah forgive me, madam. I thought that was part of the dress. Hehehehhe!", he giggled. Even though my mother objected, I could see that after the old pervert’s light teasing, her nipples had gone hard, puffy and erect. It’s almost as though modeling for this perverted 60-year old tailor had somehow aroused her. "Whatever, are you comfortable in this dress? Meaning, will you be comfortable not wearing a bra?"
"What sort of question is this? How can I simply show up in front of strangers without wearing a bra?", she asked with shock.
"No, I’m just asking. It’s better to mention that I doubt the size of the bra is correct and therefore that may affect the fittings, ergo making it will feel a bit tighter.", he admitted.
"I’ll manage.", she said coolly.
"Now, one more thing is left. Your panty.", he said so blatantly that even I was amazed.
The moment Kakababu asked to look at her panties, my mom’s cheeks flushed red. "Umm…Kakababu I’m not very comfortable…as in, how can I show this in front of you"
"Nonsense! What’s there to be ashamed of madam, I’m just a tailor. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about in front of me.", he said casually. As a matter of fact, it was so casual that the old pervert almost sounded like a professional tailor.
The mini-skirt that my sweet homely mature mother was wearing was most definitely not something to be worn in public, especially in a card game full of low class sex-hungry males. It ended only covering her upper thighs and could only be worn absolutely privately or in the bedroom behind closed doors. Kakababu’s eyes were roving over her broad pelvic area and fortunately the skirt was just long enough to cover that much.
"Kakababu, but how can I show you? I don’t understand…"
Before my mom could finish her sentence, Kakababu came forward to attend her. He stood very near to her and inserted his finger into the waistband of the skirt. "K-Kakababu…w-what are you d-doing?", she stammered and asked, innocently.
"Just observing the elastic, madam.", he said As he pulled the elastic waistband of the skirt off her skin and started peeping into her inners through the gap created. "Madam, seeing that seems like everything looks good.", he giggled, "But the way you’re standing, is no the correct position. Wait, I’ll show you."
Without warning, Kakababu squatted in front of my mom’s tree-trunk like creamy bare legs and said, "Don’t move, madam, until I straighten you.". Saying that, the old pervert openly touched her naked legs just above her knees, causing my mother to shiver momentarily as she felt a warm male touch on her exposed knees. "Pull them closer.", he ordered with a serious tone and my mom did as she was bid, closing her legs.
"Is it okay now, Kakababu?", she asked in an innocent yet edgy tone, obviously getting precarious being touched by this low class man who was old enough to be my grandfather!
But Kakababu had no shame at all. He traced a thin gap between her two thighs with his finger and said, "See, I can still see a gap between your thighs.". The very next moment he cupped the back of her thighs with both hands and started feeling and pressing them to close the thin gap. Seriously, this was going beyond all limits of decency for a tailor and I was beginning to see why he was regarded as being a pervert in the neighborhood! Surprisingly, I noticed my mom blush and lick her lips a little. Was she actually getting aroused by this old pervert’s illicit touches?
"Actually, madam, since this is a western outfit you have to always remember to close your legs.", he suggested with his usual professional tone, "By the way, your legs are very shapely and sexy.". I did not expect such a direct admiration from this old pervert and much to my shock, my sweet devoted mother actually giggled when she heard that.
"Madam, I want to see something else now. If you don’t mind, will you please sit on your bed? Just remember, while sitting, always straighten your skirt on your hips with both hands.". As soon as he said that, my mom obeyed him like a submissive whore and turned around and started walking toward the bed, since it was a large room. She had the sexiest walk I've ever seen. Her butt just swished from side to side with some post butt jelly jiggle - nice and flabby. What a sight as she walked away from the tailor toward the bed! Kakababu just stood there admiring the view.
My mom was about to do as she was instructed, but again the old tailor interrupted her saying, "Wait, I’ll help you.".
I wondered why Kakababu would need to help her and even before my mom could raise her voice to protest, the old pervert came around behind her and now her skirt-clad big butt was facing him. I could sense the discomfort from her expression - a mature married woman standing in a mini-dress with a strange old man behind her. He held her skirt end from both sides and was touching her at her mid thigh area where the skirt ended. Though he was gripping the hem of the skirt, the back of his fingers were constantly brushing and touching her naked firm thighs. "Now slowly sit, madam.", he said casually. As my mom bent her body to sit on the soft bed, her heavy buttocks pushed into her skirt thereby raising it significantly and obviously the old tailor’s fingers were also grazing up her thighs with the skirt moving up. The bastard tailor’s fingers appeared to be touching her almost at her buttocks! I could see that her face had turned absolutely red. As there was nothing to hide, every inch of her legs and thighs were completely exposed. I was shocked to see that below her ass- cheeks her skirt had raised midway up her bum! Kakababu’ face was very close to her shoulder and she shuddered while hearing his heavy breathing on her neck. The old pervert took his time in removing his hands off her skirt after she sat!
Finally after her sitting down, Kakababu took a step back and started eyeing her smooth fair marble-like legs from a distance. My mom’s cheeks again turned red and she said with queer innocence, "Issshhhh! Please don’t look at me like this. I’ve never worn a dress like this in my life."
Kakababu smirked and said, "That I can make out, madam. But I have to say, you look extremely beautiful in this dress." My mom shook her head in embarrassment. Kakababu, however, continued, "Okay, madam, now raise both your feet up on the bed. I want to see if your panty is the right fit or not." Again, my mom hesitated, but she knew this was what Kakababu had stated before. So, despite her natural womanly shame, she raised her feet up over the edge of the bed and laid back, resting her elbows in the middle of the soft bed. As a result, her innerwear was completely exposed now and this was the first time I was seeing it. What a sight it was!
Even Kakababu’s mouth gaped open when he saw it. She wore the tiniest thong that I had ever seen. It just barely covered her slit with a translucent patch of material that was just enough, with the dress, to keep her slit from being exposed. The hairs of her pussy were visibly sticking out from the sides of her white semi-transparent thong. "...they seem very small. They do not cover my backside at all and barely the front.".
To answer the question, Kakababu lifted her eyes from her panty-covered crotch to her pretty face and said, "Ah, but that's just the point, madam! It's such an invigorating and exiting feeling to have direct contact between the naked skin and the fabric of the skirt. You'll see, and come to like it, I'm sure! And the tightness of a triangle of cloth covering a woman’s pussy is so alluring!", he said. My mom did not flinch at all even by this tailor’s use of the word "pussy", which was surprising even to me.
"I…I don’t know…", she stumbled as she spoke, her legs still perched on the edge of the bed and her cheeks beet-red in embarrassment. After staring at her wet crotch for sometime, the old tailor finally asked her to sit up from her embarrassing position and said, "Madam, the dress looks undoubtedly fabulous! Now, you are quite prepared for Shyam Babu and his friends’ card game!"
My mom immediately stood up, removing herself from her humiliating state. She truly was looking horribly sexy in that outfit to tell the least!
After that debacle, Kakababu gave a cheeky smile and wished my mom good luck before bidding her a farewell. He left after that. I leapt back into my room while my mom changed and had a good jerk-off reimagining the scene!
This was just a prelude! I wondered what was going to happen in the card game!
That night, after the tailor left, my mom and I sat for dinner for the first time since we came back from her maternal home in Siliguri. She looked slightly nervous and so I decided to have a proper conversation with her for the first time since then, "What happened mother? Why are you so tensed?"
My mom wavered for a few seconds and then shook her head. "No, actually tomorrow Shyam Babu and some of his friends are coming home to play cards…", she finally admitted.
"Oh really?", I said, pretending to be a little surprised, "Yes, Kakababu was saying something along those lines today. Actually, I didn’t fully understand it at the time. So, can I play with them too?"
My mom looked at me and smiled innocently, "Yes, Shyam Babu insisted on inviting you to play with them as well.". She paused for a few seconds and then finally asked the dreaded question, "So, Bunty, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. But my shame and fear were stopping me to ask you this question."
Even though I knew what she was going to ask, I decided to act dumb, "What, mother? Tell me, please."
My mom took a deep breath and began, "What you saw in siliguri…", she hesitated for a few seconds and then continued, "…actually Bahadur didn’t force me. Umm…how can I make you understand?".
Seeing her so horribly nervous and confused, I consoled her by putting a caring hand over her own and said, "Don’t worry, ma. I will never tell anyone what I saw. Not even Dad. That incident will be a secret between the two of us.".
For some reason, after the reassurance I gave her she even got more confused. "But didn’t that make you feel bad? Didn’t you feel that your mother is a dirty shameless woman?"
"No, not at all. In fact, watching that scene gave me a strange sensation."
My mother looked at me suspiciously, "What sensation?"
Now, it was my turn to feel nervous. I was about to admit something to her that I was supposed to be my secret. "To tell you the truth, mother, when I saw you two in the kitchen in that position, then my…", I hesitated like my mom for a few seconds and then finally blurted, "…then my whole body was filled with a sexual desire."
My mom put a hand over her mouth in shock and her eyes grew wide after listening to my confession, "Oh my gosh! Bunty what are you saying?!"
"Please, mother, don’t be angry with me."
To be honest, my mom appeared more amazed than enraged. "No, I’m not angry with you. But how can you say this? You like watching your mother in this state? With a low-class driver? I’m your own mother! How can you think like this about me?", she pleaded for an answer.
"I don’t know that, mother. But I do know that Dad is not always there and that’s why you feel very lonely. And to get rid of your loneliness, you find other men who can satisfy your womanly needs. I have no problem with that. Even you’re a human being." That was an honest confession from me and my mom seemed thoroughly surprised to hear that. In a way, getting approval from her son like this was something she clearly did not expect.
"But, do you want me….?", my mom stopped mid-way before asking that question as she was too embarrassed to ask her own son whether he wanted to have sex with her.
I, of course, already knew what I wanted. "No, not at all. Can I ever ask you of such a thing? But I do want you to act and dress freely when I’m around. Don’t even think that about what’s going through my head or what I would think looking at you in certain conditions. Trust me, I have no problem with this dual lifestyle of yours. This will be advantageous for the both of us.", I cracked a pleasant smile when I said that last sentence.
For the first time in a long time, I saw a brief look of relief on her fair, beautiful, womanly face. For a minute, she paused to allow her brain to process all this information. Finally, after that, she said, "Tomorrow, Shyam Babu is coming here to play cards with his friends. Kakababu has stitched a new dress for me which I will wear in that occasion. I’ll be ready before they come. But I want you to see me in that dress and give me your feedback, okay?", she smiled shyly, like a teenage girl almost.
I nodded in a yes and my mom smiled further.
Soon after, we each went to our bedrooms and slept. Tomorrow was going to be a long day!
The next morning we were busy preparing for the pot-bellied pervert, Shyam Uncle and his friends. Haria cleaned the entire house while my mom was busy cooking some delicious appetizers for the group. Apparently, Shyam Uncle had instructed her to make those meals so that they could eat while molesting her. It felt weird chatting with my mom normally after last night’s conversation. It seemed as though all the awkwardness that we shared after coming back from that Siliguri trip had somehow dissolved overnight. In any event, this felt good and from my mom’s expression, I could make out that she was both nervous and excited about this night. But I was sure that my support last night had done wonders to dissipate her fears quite a bit. She now, somewhat knew I was an incest cuckold!
Haria was gone by the afternoon. I was slightly disappointed to see him go as now that I had come out of the closet, I thought my sweet homely mature mother would allow our low-class servant to have his way with her. But I believe she was saving herself for tonight. This was indeed going to be a long night as we had no idea who Shyam Uncle’s friends were and what he had planned for us – mother and son both. In our own minds, we just knew that it was going to be erotic and rough!
They were scheduled to arrive by 6:00 PM. So, at 4:00, after lunch, my mom went upstairs to get ready. I was thoroughly excited to see her wearing that outfit again. Moreover, she would now be dressing-up even more since this was no rehearsal. This was the actual event! When she came downstairs, I was flabbergasted and was staring at her open-mouthed!
My mom was looking even sexier now than when I saw her in the bedroom with Kakababu! She was wearing that same half-sleeved black mini dress and mini-skirt, except with a few twists. Her silk dress appeared shorter from the close distance and as a matter of fact, the people in the neighborhood would have gone crazy seeing her wearing this dress in public. The dress hugged her mature womanly curves beautifully. Her ample set of luscious 36-DD tits seemed to be supported well by the black top she was wearing. The topmost hook was still undone and I was treated to a taste of her cleavage, pushed up by a lacy white bra, encasing her creamy fair breasts. The length of her mini-skirt was mid thigh, and I watched intently as she leaned over to dust a table. Her dress lifted up in the back revealing black thigh high stockings and her smooth chubby thighs above the lacy trim. Moreover, the skirt didn't even cover all of her plump ass, leaving the round heavy globes slightly peeking out from the bottom. Her make-up was light and she had also doused herself with a small dose of her favorite flowery perfume. My mom had pouty full lips that were coated with the brightest red lipstick I'd ever seen. For the coup de grace (French word for decisive stroke), she slipped into a pair of spiked heeled pumps – roughly 3" high heels that made her even taller than 5'-4". My mom struck a commanding figure yet she had a submissive heart!
"Kemon lagche re amae?", she asked me innocently as she stood in front of the hall mirror, admiring herself.
Honestly, I was licking my lips drinking in her awesome sexual appearance and aura. I was surprised at the thrilling feeling that passed though me, as I stared at her while she was looking like a woman right out of a fetish dream. In many ways, I had played a part in us culminating to this moment and I felt like a real pimp getting my own mature mother ready for her big fuck session with Uncle Shyam and his supposedly brutish, low-class friends. The feeling made me even even more horny and excited. "R-Really amazing, mother!", I stammered.
"Ding Dong!", went the bell.
"Oh they are here!", my mom stumbled. Obviously a wave of nervous excitement had just rushed past her. Leaving her side, I went to open the door and finally see who all were there. As soon as I opened, I saw Uncle Shyam standing there wearing a blue shirt buttoned all the way up his hairy chest and covering his pot-belly. He smiled wryly when he saw me and then took a step back to introduce his friends who were standing at the side. I was amazed to see the first one!
"How are you, bro?", the milkman asked and shook my hand. To recap, he is a 25 year old young man, lean built, very few facial hair and was not very ugly looking, but had a lot of pimples on his face. He was wearing a short T-shirt, in a sandy yellow color and which hugged his lean frame very tightly. He was also wearing a frilly 3-quarter shorts that ended up to his knees. He smiled to see me as well.
Then came the final guy. And I was simply shocked to see Uncle Shyam’s audacity of bringing him here! He was an African guy. Over six-feet tall (6’-2" actually), his skin was jet black in color, strong bulky muscular built, with a neatly trimmed French beard and bald head. He had a very commanding and menacing presence. He was wearing a darker yellow tight T-shirt and jeans. I was utterly astonished to see Uncle Shyam bringing a black man into this house, with my hot homely mother wearing such a revealing dress!
For a second, I was a little hesitant to step back and let them in. But I had little option. As I invited them in, my mother was waiting in the living room and she stood right in front of them when they came in. Even her jaw dropped seeing the guests, especially the black male. But that was nothing in comparison to the surprised expression that the three males had. Uncle Shyam and the milkman – Raju – were stunned frozen seeing a mature homely married wife with a kid, wearing such a hot dress inside her house waiting for them. The black man however just admired her from head to toe, with a broad domineering smile as he drank in her beauty just as I had done, a while ago when I saw her come down the stairs. "Bah! Kakababu has done a good job indeed!", Uncle Shyam complimented as soon as he recovered from his trance.
"Hmmm, she really is a fine piece, Mr. Prasad!", the big black guy said with a confident smile as he stared at her with hungry eyes. My mom just looked down in shame as he realized this brute’s eyes were roving over every inch of her semi-exposed flesh.
"Don’t worry, Shikha. He is my guest, Abimbola. He just arrived here just two days ago from a country named Nigeria, in Africa.", Uncle Shyam said. My mom simply glanced up at Uncle Shyam in an accusing look, but it was only returned with a sly smile on his behalf. Clearly, he wanted to break the last vestiges of her conscience and make her into a real whore. "Fine, then let’s start the game! Bunty you also come and join us. Shikha, then serve the appetizers."
I nodded my head and sat on one of the chairs of the round table while my mother went into the kitchen, to start the long night ahead of us!
The card game was about to begin! Uncle Shyam said we should sit on the round table as it had 4 chairs lined up around the circumference. I sat on one of the chairs while the milkman and Uncle Shyam sat on the chairs on either side. The big African brute was sitting on the chair right opposite mine. Uncle Shyam took out the deck of cards from his pocket and laid it on the center of the table. My mom was still inside the kitchen, when the black brute suddenly spoke up, "So, Mr. Prasad, how did you find this beautiful piece of ass?" I was shocked when him talking like that about my sweet homely innocent mother. And what was worse, as soon as he asked that question, Uncle Shyam turned his head to look at me for a fleeting second and flashed an ugly devious smirk. Then he turned around again and said to the African, "Si is his mother!", he said pointing towards me.
The big brute looked at me with wide eyes full of surprise, "Is that so? Hmmm, interesting. So, she’s a MILF! This night will be a lot of fun!", he said with a sly grin. Honestly, I was too scared to meet his eyes. He was such a big guy! He had bulging muscles and shoulders as big as bowling balls. Even Uncle Shyam looked like a fat kid beside him. I was feeling nervous for what he was going to do to my mom, but at the same time I was also getting excited by the prospect of this big black man fucking her into multiple orgasms. Plus Shyam Uncle and Raju were there as well.
After laying the cards on the table, Uncle Shyam suddenly rose up from his chair, "I have to pee. Raju, you talk to our guest while I come back.". The faint glitter in his eyes told me he was lying and the fact that he had pulled this trick before made me even more suspicious.
As he went towards the bathroom – located right beside our kitchen – I too excused myself and followed him. As I suspected, he didn’t even bother entering the bathroom this time and quietly entered the kitchen, where my mom was!
I poked my head from the side of the entrance and watched as that pot-bellied old pervert slowly and silently crept up behind my mom. Even from behind, my mom was a sight to behold. She was slightly bent over the counter causing her skirt to ride a little bit up her legs, exposing her creamy smooth thighs covered by the black transparent stockings. The dress barely covered her bottom and it was exciting to see the direct contact between the naked skin and the fabric of the skirt. As Uncle Shyam moved closer and closer, my heart skipped a beat, until finally he was standing right behind her. Without any delay, he wrapped his fat hairy arms around her waist and grabbed her in almost a light hug.
"Uffff you horny slut! You look so sexy tonight! I don’t even have the words to describe!" His hands encircled her waist and his dirty tongue slid over her sensitive earlobe.
As this bastard was breathing into her ears and occasionally licking them, my mom started sweating yet shivering with nervousness. Beads of crystal clear sweat formed on her forehead and slowly tricked down her rosy cheeks and finally fell like droplets of rain from her smooth chin. She was silent for sometime as Uncle Shyam’s rough hands roamed around the area of her fleshy belly, over her French-maid dress. But after a few moments of bearing with this utter molestation, she finally had the courage to ask, "Sh-Shyam Babu, why did you have to bring our milkman and this strange black foreigner to our house? Please ask them to leave! I’ll do anything you want. But please don’t harass me in front of them or my son!", she was almost on the verge of crying.
Uncle Shyam cruelly grinned after hearing her pleas. "What are you saying, Shikha darling?! They’re my guests." Uncle Shyam let his hands wander upwards from my mom’s midriff and was soon enveloping her firm mature breasts with his strong hands. "And do you know how my money Abimbola has paid for you?". My mom was shocked and so was I! Her eyes grew wide with terror and disbelief! Was Uncle Shyam actually pimping my sweet mature homely mother to this brutish black man? Before my mom could get a chance to complain, his fingers began gently fondling and caressing her womanly breasts through the satiny silk fabric of the tight black dress. "Do you know, Shikha…", he continued, "Abimbola has paid the cash amount of Rs. 50,000 for you, this night!". My eyes grew wide again yet my mom’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the perverted old man’s molesting of her taut boobies. "Make him happy!" He gently sucked on her sensitive earlobe and let his tongue explore her ear.
My mom was starting to yield to the pervert’s desires, but some form of shame still existed within her. "I’m….ahhhhh…a loyal wife and the mother of a son….ooohhhh…I’ll never go down so low for money…ahhhh!"
"Shikha rani, aaj raate toh tui amader! Esob bole toh aar laabh nei." ("Shikha, my queen, tonight you are ours! No point in resisting.) Uncle Shyam then started to roughly caress my mother’s round tits, so much so that the top half of the white satin bra was now nearly visible and almost 70% of her cleavage was spilled out.
He then abruptly released her and my mother started panting for breath. "Come quickly with snacks! Everyone’s waiting!". He then proceeded to walk towards the entrance and seeing that I immediately scurried inside the bathroom to pretend as if I was just walking by to the toilet. I stayed there for 2 minutes and then flushed and finally when I came out, I saw my mother readjusting her dress to look a bit more proper. I then joined the other guys on the table.
Back in the card game, as the hands were dealt out, my mother arrived with a tray of home-made French fries. I could sense that she was nervously shivering as she was wearing that sexy black outfit in front of strangers. She couldn’t even meet my eyes in shame and simply stood between the black brute and the milkman since she needed to place the tray on the table. The big black guy’s eyes trailed over her voluptuous curves as he eyed her from head to toe as she bent forward to place the tray at the center of the table. However, the youthful milkman went one step further and gently tapped his fingers on the tight skirt that enclosed the soft flesh of her butt. Immediately, out of reflex, my mother leaped up straight and eyed her molester with annoyed eyes. The milkman – Raju – just smiled like an imp and shrugged it off. The black man had eyed the whole thing and simply laughed at my mother’s desperate predicament.
The card game resumed after that. I was losing quite a few hands as I was inexperienced. Uncle Shyam was winning majority of the hands. The French Fries got over fairly soon and Uncle Shyam yelled for more! And as sure as the morning sun, my mom came back again with another round. It must’ve been so hot for the black brute and Raju, seeing this mature married lady – hailing from a rich and respectable high society – being treated like a reluctant servant in her own house, in front of her own son! To tell you the truth, watching their reactions, was making me even more horny and hard.
When my sweet naïve mother came back for the second round, she made the foolish mistake of again standing in between the African brute and the milkman. Because of her lack of firm reaction during her last brush up with them, these two brutish perverts had become increasingly emboldened. As she stood between them again and bent forward to again place the tray-full of fries on the table, with his free right hand, the milkman grabbed a handful of her shapely ass over her skirt and gently squeezed. This time, my mom simply shoved his hand away instead of reacting. However, this time, the big black brute decided to get in on the action as he used his free left hand to grab her other ass-cheek. I could see the horror in my mom’s expression as this big African brute grabbed her butt. She was frozen with fear and this bolstered his confidence as his strong hand gripped her bottom-flesh, kneading it forcefully.
Unable to moan in front of her son, my mother bit her lip and gently stood up from her bent position, while this perverted nigger continued to molest her. His massive palm had engulfed almost her entire right-butt cheek. She wanted to move, but his grip on her was tight and she was squirming uncomfortably in that position while the rest of us continued to play cards. The brute’s expression was serious and full of concentration while he looked at the cards in his other hand to make his play, while his left hand was constantly rubbing my mother’s ass right in front of me. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t pry my eyes away for very long and my mom’s cheeks turned red in shame when she realized I was stealing glances at what was going on. As his concentration intensified, he applied more force to her resilient butt. Again, she bit her lip in pain and passion. After he dealt his hand, I saw his grip on her butt loosen. I thought maybe the torture was over for my mom.
"Thash!", there was a thundering sound as the African brute suddenly slapped my mother’s right bottom cheek hard!
"Ahhhh slowly!", she mumbled and sighed in response to a slight pressure being applied to her calf muscle. "Mmmmmmmm…..!!", she continued as he moved his hand up to the tops of her legs, moving them down to her knees as he gripped them firmly. He was almost massaging her legs as she stood there holding the table for support, in an intense feeling of arousal.
The big brute suddenly looked at me and caught me staring at my mother’s horny mess and just laughed. "Haha! I can tell your mother and you are both enjoying this!" I shook my head in humiliation. His words were cruel but they were the truth. I was enjoying her being used by this Negro and even getting hard in the process. Even my mother didn’t respond to that comment.
The slow, careful massage of her legs continued as the African’s hand moved from the backs to the sides. With each downward stroke, his hand was starting a little further up her legs, moving under her skirt as she stood there. The big black brute slowly moved up and this time he reached her panty-covered butt and began to fondle it. "Oooohhhhh!", she moaned as she felt his hand moving up her skirt, stroking the back of her hip as he moved round and down her silky bare thighs again. He was caressing the smooth texture of her thighs, butt and hips with his strong manly arms.
"Thash! Thash!" Two more hard slaps landed on her bottom. "Aaaouuwwwhh!", she yelped. All three men giggled. Yet, my eyes never left the cards. I was too scared to react. Then, I saw his hand shifting a little bit and as his palm shifted, my mom’s face turned somber. From what I understood, the big black bastard was now trying to trace her pussy over her skimpy white panties, underneath her skirt. My mom bit her lip as his thick dark fingers moved expertly underneath her skirt and as I can imagine, were tracing the outline of her love-canal over the flimsy panties. "Ooomphhh!", she groaned, as the big black brute found her pussy-lining and traced a fingertip up and down her labia.
"Hahaha! The bitch is wet!", he announced, much to Uncle Shyam and Raju’s excitement, and much to my mom and my embarrassment. Then, he did the unthinkable. He suddenly and forcibly lifted her mini-skirt up to her waist and held it there for a few seconds, showing everyone what he was talking about. Everyone, including me and my mom, was shocked at the sudden turn of events! We could see that her juices had soaked the narrow strip of material covering her pussy.
My mom quickly pushed herself away, adjusted her skirt and immediately ran to the kitchen. The other three just laughed watching her run away. To my surprise, they decided not to chase her since this was indeed going to be a long night and I believe they had a lot more sexual adventures planned for her as this night progressed!
As the card game rolled on, Uncle Shyam, the young milkman and the big African brute continued to molest my sweet homely innocent mother as she served drinks and fries for them, right in front of me. Sometimes, they would pat her fat ass-cheeks over her skirt or they would try to rub her creamy smooth womanly thighs or shove their hands insider her black mini-skirt or even try to cop a feel of her breasts over her dress. Even though it was embarrassing watching these perverts treat my mother like a common whore, right in front of me, I was secretly getting horny watching this happen and also getting hard in the process. Uncle Shyam noticed the beads of sweat forming on my forehead and smiled. "Are you enjoying watching your mom being molested by us?", he said in a cold whisper.
Even though I knew I was caught, I decided to remain coy. "N-no. This is too much.", I stammered, while my eyes still hung low as I was unable to meet Uncle Shyam’s cruel and lusty gaze.
Without warning, Uncle Shyam suddenly reached down from under the table with his right hand and settled it on my raging hard-on, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ohhh!", I squealed softly, mindful of the other "guests" on the table.
"Oh, so you’ve become hard after seeing your mom in such a submissive state!", he chuckled softly like a cunning old pot-bellied fox. My small five-inch boner filled his hand as he closed his fingers around it. My heart was somewhere up in my throat and I knew that he could hear my breathing fast and evenly. He crept in closer and started whispering in my ear, "Tonight all three of us are going to enjoy fucking your mom! We’ll gangbang the shit out of your sweet homely mother right in front of your eyes!". I couldn’t believe what the audacity of Uncle Shyam to whisper something like that in my ear. Although I was getting excited, I was also afraid for my mother’s safety at this point.
Uncle Shyam then did the unthinkable. As he was squeezing my cock again and again, he gently grabbed my left arm and guided my hand to his own throbbing manhood. I could feel his full meaty package! His trousers were old, thin and faded. Not too much material in the way. I felt him getting hard, his shape becoming more substantial as I began to touch and explore. It gradually got harder and started to feel more business like. It was pointing down to the left. Every now and then it strained a little and got a little bigger. As we continued to fondle each other’s members, the pot-bellied pervert again whispered in my ear saying, "Isshhhh this handjob feels so good! I feel like fucking you too along with your mother! If only you were a girl then I would fuck you right now in front of everyone, you son of a bitch! Don’t worry, one day I’ll make you wear your mom’s clothing and fuck your brains out!" Shivers crept up my spine as soon as he said that. My mom came about for another round of cold drinks and snacks and no sooner Uncle Shyam let go of my cock and forced me to let go of his. To be honest, I was a little disappointed. But I knew for a fact that now both he and I were fully charged up for what was going to happen next.
This time my mature married mother stood between me and Uncle Shyam, since the continuous molesting by this African brute was becoming too much for her. But what she didn’t realize was that after that brief cock-fondling with me, the pot-bellied pervert had become increasingly aroused and as soon as my mom started serving the drinks, he put his right hand on her thigh. By now, my mom had become used to this touchy-feeling and decided to ignore it. But Uncle Shyam was persistent. His hand started floating - right around the hem of her dress, on the skirt, and then down on her nylon stockings to her knee, then back up. I could sense my mom shivering at the indecent touches of this pervert in front of the two other guys and thus, she was giving fleeting annoyed glances at the pervert, to discourage him from what he was doing. In response, however, Uncle Shyam casually hitched the hem and went under the skirt onto her upper thigh. "Ooohhh!", my mom moaned in surprise and quickly took a step back. Much to her dismay, both Raju and the African freak heard her and knew what was going on. This time, however, they were not going to let her go easy.
"Mr. Prasad, I’m bored!", he declared, "It’s time to up the stakes!" My mom and I glanced back at each other dubiously, uncertain of what he meant. On the other hand, Uncle Shyam and Raju gave fleeting looks at each other and smiled evilly. As he looked at me, the African began to explain: "You see, at first we decided to play for money. But, out of the four of us, only the two of us (Uncle Shyam and the African brute) have the money. Raju is a penniless milkman. And you would have to loan money from your Daddy….and we wouldn’t want you to do that.", he gave a wry smile as he said that, "So how about this? We will play a game of 29, which is very popular in your country. Mr. Prasad and I will form a team, while you and your milkman will form the other team. If you win one game point or we lose one game point, then we will pay you 10 Rupees for every bid we lose. But, if you lose one game point or we win one game point, then your mother will have to do something special for us.", he winked.
My mom was terrified and I knew that in no way, she would agree to this. But the idea excited me and out of that excitement, even before my mom could respond, I said without hesitation, "Yes, I agree to the terms. Let’s play!"
"Excellent!", said the muscular nigger, allowing both Uncle Shyam and Raju to give quick hopeful smiles to each other. However, needless to say, my sweet homely innocent mother was horrified that I would allow that. But the African brute frightened her and so, she dared not protest.
As the cards were dealt and the bidding started, I could sense my mom’s heart beating rapidly as she stood beside me. Uncle Shyam and the African we’re the bidding side and while I was hoping for them to lose a point, deep down both me and the milkman wanted them to win. I was excited at the thought of what these two genuine perverts were planning to do to my sweet mother if they won. At the end of the round, when all eight tricks had been played, both our sides counted the card points in the tricks each of us had won. Once the simple counting was over and after adjusting their card points as a pair, it was revealed that Uncle Shyam and the African had failed to take at least as many card points as they had bid. As a result, they lose one game point. My mom breathed a sigh of relief. However, Uncle Shyam and the brute didn’t seem too unhappy or surprised. They happily placed 10 rupees at the center of the table and smirked like two teenagers almost ready to win a prize. It almost felt as though they were toying with me and my mom. What was worse was that even the milkman Raju – who was supposed to be on my team – was smiling along with them.
Anyways, as the game rolled on, Raju and I won one point, and our opponents placed another Rs. 10 on the table. My mom was excited to see us winning. She was happy for not being subjected to the whims of these animalistic perverts. At the same time, however, Uncle Shyam and the African appeared as cool and composed as ever. On the next bid, the two perverts exchanged devious smiles. And then…they won! The apparent disbelief and shock in my mom’s face was clearly evident. She knew that she was trapped and now had to do whatever these low-lives demanded of her. The Negro smiled ear to ear, showing his dirty yellow teeth. "Alright sweetheart, as per our wager, now you have to do something for the both of us.", he said, "But, if Mr. Prasad doesn’t mind, then for this round, I’d like to have you all for myself!" Shyam Babu nodded his approval as my mom gulped in fear.
"Now, come to my side, sweet-cheeks!", he demanded.
My mom tried to shift her gaze toward me to see how I felt. But I just shook my head in embarrassment and also to hide my slight excitement because of the situation. As my sweet homely mother slowly walked between this big black brute, sitting spaciously on the chair, and the milkman, I could sense the wave of fear appearing like beads of sweat on her forehead. The brute’s intense eyes were on her as she stood beside him, constantly surveying her mature womanly curves. Then, he placed his left hand on her smooth exposed thigh and my mom shivered at the touch. Slowly he began stroking her thighs openly as the rest of us looked on, our mouth gaping open and our tongues drooling. I tried not to show too much excitement, but what was happening was too much for my cock to handle. My mom put her hands in front and closed her eyes, letting this strange black man massage her in the most private of places. After a few seconds of that, he stood up – his six-foot frame towering over my mom as she stood stunned by his massive size. "I want to feel you properly.", he said and then proceeded to give my mother a hug. In reflex she put her arms up just as he was about to embrace her, thereby protecting her huge mammaries from getting crushed against this black man’s muscular chest. I could see my mom struggling uncomfortably as this brute’s hands began roaming her voluptuous backside. As he pulled her closer, my twitched backwards for a second after feeling him getting an erection against her belly. His hands dropped to her skirt-covered butt and she shifted again. For the audience, it was such an erotic and arousing sight to behold! Obviously, everyone could see his hands massaging her. He traced the outlines of my mom’s flimsy underwear with his fingers making her struggle, which unbeknownst to her, was causing her buttocks to jiggle in an erotic way, thereby giving us an even sexier show. He then whispered something in my mom’s ear, which caused her face to turn pale. Within seconds, the black pervert positioned one of his legs between hers, so that she could rub down onto it. And without hesitation, she slid down on his muscular leg, almost giving him a standing lap-dance. During the hugging, he felt all of her that was accessible outside her clothes. The rest of us were watching this intently. My mom tried not to object or pull away, but she tried not to encourage him too much, either. However, this monster needed no encouragement. His hands roamed freely over her hips and thighs. By now, when he wandered down from her hip, his hands going down the back and outside of her thigh to the hem of her skirt, and touching her bare chubby smooth legs. Also, he would occasionally sneak a finger or two under the skirt and move up her thigh. Still, she didn't object or pull away. She was too scared by his size and the intensity of his lust!
By now, the hard lump pressing against my mom’s fleshy midriff was clearly visible. His hands went under her skirt, to her plump ass, and were really pulling her into his erection. My mom shivered and shuffled her feet nervously. Then he went further. He pulled her skirt up in the back and wormed his hand between her legs, right up against her scanty panties. From the angle, we couldn't see exactly where the brute’s hands were, but it was clear that they were under her skirt and on her plump butt-cheeks. When they turned around in the middle of the hugging, we were shocked to see what had happened. The skimpy panties that she had been wearing were already moist with juice flowing from her mature cunt. Never in my life had I seen anything remotely like this. My mom’s slit was clearly visible beneath the clinging fabric as a dark, wet line. Her labia seemed swollen and had even parted somewhat. I was stunned. Her body had betrayed her, and even though she was not ready to admit it, there was little doubt. This humiliating and domineering treatment the African brute had subjected my mother to, had caused an awakening of desires completely unknown to her.
Both Uncle Shyam and the young milkman’s eyes were glowing with lust. Unable to resist, Raju stretched his arm out and used his forefinger to gently feel that wetness, right there in my mom’s sweet, little slit. She wanted to move away, but the uncivilized nigger held her in place with his hug. He tilted his head to the side, pushed her soft black hair up and exposed the light delicate skin of her neck. He was now gently kissing and nibbling at her neck. As he kissed and gnawed at the smooth creamy skin of her neck, I noticed my mother's body shiver with the building feeling of lust and pleasure. "Mmmmmmm!!", small moans escaped her lips, as the pleasure built. Raju voluntarily was gently rubbing his coarse finger up and down her now soggy panties. Occasionally, as if in a trance, he would lift his hand to his face and let the pungent aroma of my mom’s sex assault his senses. It felt like a drug to him. Then, he’d stuck his tongue out and lick the finger coated in her viscous fluid.
I was getting so hard and horny watching this that my cock wouldn’t stop twitching. The milkman and this nigger were enjoying my mom’s voluptuous body and her mature womanly juices fervently. The only person, other than me, who was watching and drooling, was Uncle Shyam. I knew for sure that he was slowly getting excited, waiting for the right moment to pounce of my sweet homely mom. While, in the meantime, he was letting these animals play with her. Soon, however, the black man’s torture came to an end and he sat down, his erection plainly visible over his jeans. He looked at me and smiled evilly, knowing full well that I had enjoyed what he was doing to my mom. My mom’s was ashamed to even look at me. Her expression was half-embarrassed and half-aroused. She seemed so confused.
Anyways, as the game rolled on, we lost another bid. It felt as though for the first two bids, these two bastards – Uncle Shyam and the African – were simply toying with me and my mom. I was pretty sure that Raju was in on all of it as well. When we lost that bid, both Uncle Shyam and the black man smiled at each other. "Now, slut, you’re gonna do something special for me and Mr. Prasad.", he said with a wry grin. Then, they both pushed their chair backwards and started unzipping their pants. My mom was mortified, and even I was shocked at the level of depravity they were willing to put her through. We both knew what was coming and my mom was terrified of it.
As soon as they were done unzipping, both their massive hard-ons popped out of the tiny opening in an instant. Uncle Shyam’s cock was a good 7 inches hard, but the African brute was an entirely different story. His cock was huge – almost 9 inches in length and 4 inches in diameter. My eyes widened at the sight of the biggest member I had ever seen. My mom put her hand over her mouth in shock ad amazement. She looked at his engorged penis, hanging there like a giant branch of a tree.
"What happened, Shikha? Why are you scared? Kneel down on the floor!" She had no choice. She was too scared to disobey both Shyam Uncle and the brutish Negro.
As Shyam Uncle and the African brought their chaser closer together, my mom knelt down right in front of them, her body shivering in humiliation and anticipation. With one last ounce of self-respect, she pleaded, "Please, don’t do this…". But without saying another word, the big African wove his fingers into my mom's dark silky hair and brought his shaft to her lips. He then put one hand underneath his massive cock and started to stroke her pouty lips with the tip. There was no way to escape this treatment other than to comply with what they were doing. So, my mom found herself kissing his member in return, opening her lips slightly to kiss it as he pressed it against them. With embarrassment I looked on as my sweet homely innocent mother enveloped the tip of this strange black man’s manhood in her lips, kissing it again and withdrawing before opening her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, she lathered his bulbous head with her saliva. After twirling her tongue around his cockhead a few times, she started stroking the nigger's shaft until it was as stiff as a pole. After he was fully standing at attention, the brute pushed a quarter of his cock into my mom's moist awaiting mouth. He let it rest in her mouth for a moment before pulling it almost all the way out and thrusting it back in again. My mom was taking it in, slowly sucking and pushing it with her tongue with a soft pop. "Aahhhhhh!", the African brute groaned, as he felt her tongue licking the base of his cock.
From her expression, I could tell that my mom felt as if she had no choice, and was hoping this was all he was going to do as he pushed forward, the member enlarging in her mouth as she sucked it gently and played with it with her tongue. "Mmmdmmfsfmsmdmfmdsmmfdmfm!!!", she moaned as he pushed further, his engorged cock pressing down on her tongue now as the tip tickled against the back of her throat. She could feel the steadily growing pulsing, as she sucked in and out, feeling it growing as she dreaded the moment when he would explode into her. However, the Negro wanted to take it slow and savor the moment. Steadily, he picked up speed almost burying his whole cock in her mouth with each thrust. My mom was used to deepthroating – she had in fact done it so many times with so many different males by now. But, it was his girth she had to get used to. The black man's bratwurst was bigger around and her lips needed time to adjust. Once she adjusted, my sweet homely slutty mother held onto his lap and helped him guide his cock into her mouth, which surprised him since most women would normally want to take a monster cock like his a little easy at first. It didn't take long for him to get over the shock because he was hitting the back of her throat again in no time. My mom expertly used her bee-stung lips to massage the pervert's cock as it invaded her mouth.
Making the most of this opportunity, Uncle Shyam got off the chair and went down on his knees right behind my mom, and then lightly touched her waist under her skirt. My mom wanted to protest but she was so engrossed in pleasuring the African’s monster shaft that she chose to ignore Shyam Uncle’s naughtiness. Wasting no time, the pot-bellied pervert relieved my mom of her skimpy underwear, bringing it down to her creamy thighs. That was a sight to behold. The milkman, Uncle Shyam and I watched in awe at my mom’s engorged pussy lips and the way the pubic hair surrounding it was glistening with her love-juices. Once her panties were taken off, Shyam Uncle dove head first between her chubby thighs and ravished her cunt with his tongue. My mom shivered as she felt a jolt of ecstasy rip through her body as the old pervert devoured her pussy like it was his last meal. She tried pushing herself off of the brute’s member, but the guy used his hands to hold her head in place as he was roughly fucking her mouth often making her gag. Bobs of spit rolled down the sides of her lips as her molestation by two perverts continued, and I believe the thought of that happening right in front of her son aroused her even more. Uncle Shyam gave her pussy a few more licks then sat up and used his fingers to fuck my mom's dripping wet tunnel. After a few minutes of sliding his fingers in and out, my mom’s body began to tense up as a result of her impending orgasm. The African brute slid out his cock from her mouth just so she doesn’t bite on it out of sexual ecstasy. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!", she moaned, her eyes rolling back and her mouth gaping with lust. She then slammed her legs shut around his hand. With Uncle Shyam’s hand held firmly in place, my mom started coating his fingers with her nectar. After her orgasm subsided, she crashed onto her abuser’s lap and her body went limp for a minute.
I couldn’t believe what was going on right in front of my eyes. My sweet homely devoted mother was shivering and cumming on Uncle Shyam’s hand while bobs of spit and precum – from the African brute – were rolling down her smooth mature cheeks…all of this right in front of her son, knowing full well that I was watching! She was exhausted by the orgasm and was resting her head on the African’s dark muscular lap. His black monster cock was glistening with her saliva and his own precum. At that moment, Uncle Shyam and the milkman exchanged knowing glances, and almost immediately, Raju stood up and helped my mother up and laid her on the nearby couch. Her eyes were closed and she was panting breathlessly. All three men now stood up and approached the sofa, making me realize that the fun and games were now over. They were finally going to fuck my mom! No, actually, they were going to gangbang her. My mom knew what was coming and she was too far gone now to object. She looked at me one last time and her eyes almost welled up in tears. I nodded my head to indicate to her that it was okay.
The African and the milkman came around the sides of the sofa, while Uncle Shyam resumed his kneeling position, right between my mother’s legs. The milkman laid her back against the couch while Uncle Shyam spread her legs slightly. He was sitting by her feet and could see that her juices had soaked the narrow strip of material covering her pussy. He could also see a few strands of curly pubic hair escaping the gusset of her panties. As Uncle Shyam’s face approached her mature pussy, he sniffed and smelled the familiar odor of sweat, lady-cum and pee. He smiled deviously, loving the smell of a mature pussy and the smell of soiled panties.
The African, however, leaned down over my mom’s face while running his fingers over her dark curly hair. I though he was going to kiss her. But he had something far more sinister in mind. He spread her jaw with his thick sausage-like fingers, hocked up a pool of saliva in his mouth and let a big drip of that spit ooze out of his mouth. It clung to his thick dark lips lips for a moment before dropping directly into my mother’s unwilling mouth. "Swallow it!", the brute ordered. My mom appeared disgusted, but was too scared to disobey. So, with a great deal of reluctance, she swallowed this stranger’s spit while he smirked.
In the meantime, the milkman proceeded to take off the top half of her black French-maid dress. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it away from her bosom. As soon as the top was off my mom’s body, Raju’s eyes grew wide in amazement. The tight white satin bra was doing a great job pushing her massive 36DD boobs out of its enclosure. His hands were all over her now – running his fingers along the smooth curvature of her creamy cleavage, cupping her breasts over the satiny material of the bra and playing with the nipples that protruded through the material. My mom looked so exotic with her top completely open revealing her heavy bra-covered milk tanks and her skirt bunched up her waist, exposing her smooth chubby thighs and wet panties. The scene looked even more erotic with the three men giving her so much attention. My cock became rock-hard watching that scene and you can be sure that I was watching this intently!
"Ahhhhhhhh!! Mmmmmmmmmm!!", soft sensual moans escaped her lips as these men molested her.
Uncle Shyam then slowly pulled down her soaked panties to her knees and then eventually down her ankles and then completely off. Now, my sweet homely mother’s pussy was exposed in front of these three perverted men who wanted to fuck her until tomorrow. She had a full black pubic bush. It was magnificent to look at, beautiful even. Not able to control his urges any longer, the old pervert grabbed her thighs and grounded his face into her wet snatch.
"Hahhhhhhh!!", my mom groaned and shook violently. Within seconds, the African’s mouth was on her, kissing her passionately. His face was so huge that I thought his lips would cover her entire mouth. But the brute was savoring every moment of the kiss. His lips were pressed tightly against hers, giving her no chance to reply. Instead of wasting energy trying to fight the big African off, she surprisingly returned his kisses with an intense vigor. He also placed his hand behind my mother’s head and ran his fingers through her hair while exploring her mouth with his tongue. While they were kissing, blood started rushing to his massive cock, causing it to swell and poke against her fleshy midriff. "Hmmm, you’re a good kisser, bitch.", the big man said as he peeled his lips from my mom’s. He then brought his lips back on her face, kissing and licking her pink cheeks, slowly moving on to her earlobes and gently biting them. My mom’s eyes were closed with lust and she began taking deep breaths in sexual ecstasy.
The milkman was awe-struck as with each deep breath, my mom’s massive jugs were rising and falling with each breath causing her to look even sexier. As my mom raised her arms to hold the African’s face and return his kisses with the same intense vigor, Raju found his opportunity and brought his face closer to her left armpit. She was exposing a big bush of sweaty hairs and right away, the milkman plunged his nose into her armpit. He took a deep breath inhaling all the musky odor of her feminine sweat and when he exhaled, his warm breath hit her armpit and she opened her mouth moaning, "Ooooohhhhhh!!!". Not being able to control his lust, he opened his mouth and started licking the sweat drooling from her mature armpit, very slowly. The tickling caused my mom to shift uncomfortably on the sofa, but the African held her in place with his constant kissing and tongue lashing. At the same time, the brute’s strong manly hands were enveloping her mature massive hooters, exploring them and fondling them strongly over her bra.
Meanwhile, Uncle Shyam pushed his face tight up into my mother’s smelly crotch. Surprisingly, my mom also began grind her pussy against his mouth. She was definitely excited by all the attention she was getting from these three men and by the fact that all of this was being witnessed by her son. Heavily encouraged by her reaction, the old pervert slid his tongue in, feeling the pungent taste of her womanly juices. He lapped at her twat as if she were his lover. Right before she was about to orgasm, Uncle Shyam peeled himself off, causing my mom to grab his head in wanton lust and attempt to push his tongue back in her labia. But, the old pervert had other ideas. He removed my mom’s arm from over his head and then slid two fingers deep between her pussy lips. He just slid right in as if he had finger-fucked her a thousand times. "Mmmmmmm Mmmmmmm Unghhhhhh Uhhhhhhh!!!", she moaned. He was instantly able to hit her g-spot and as a result, my mom was screaming out in pleasure. He was also stroking her clit with his thumb at the same time, making the orgasm even more intense. The African brute just raised his face off of hers and watched intently at the contorted lust-filled expressions of her face.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!", she moaned louder as she hit her second orgasm of the night. Along with the orgasm came a hot stream of piss, right in the old pervert’s face. As Uncle Shyam proceeded to retreat, my mom straddled his balding head with her tree-trunk like legs and cradled her pussy on his mouth, unloading a full load of hot, salty piss. I was completely in shock!
As her orgasm subsided, my mom released Uncle Shyam from her leggy grasp and crashed on the sofa, panting as though she had just run a marathon. As she started to calm down, the pot-bellied pervert raised his head and stood up smiling, his hard member proudly swinging its approval. His face was soaked with her vaginal secretions and her load of hot piss. He looked towards me and sniggered even more.
"Isshhhh dekhechis tor mummy amar mukh ta kerom bhijiye dilo? Or gude ekhono prochur rosh ache."("Isshhhhh did you see how your mother drenched my face? She still has a lot of juices inside her though."), he said, pointing to her glistening mature moist twat. My mom was too drained to chide Uncle Shyam over his derogatory comments and since my cock was rock solid owing to the live sex show happening in front of me, I just sat and stared as well.
The old pervert then began his slow approach towards me as Raju and the African continued to play with my mom’s luscious mature body. When he was near me, my heart started skipping a few beats. I was scared as to what he might do. He then took a chair and sat down right beside me. He then proceeded to remove my shirt and my pants. As I was wearing pyajams, it didn’t take him very long to remove it and my 6 inch cock immediately sprang out. "Look how you’re mom is enjoying her time with my two guests!", he said with an eerie smile. As he said this, I fixed my eyes on them as Uncle Shyam held my dick in his hand and started storking. He took my hand and put it over his hard manhood and I started doing the same, all while watching my sweet homely innocent mother being slowly subjected to abject depravity by these perverts!
The milkman had raised my mom’s left arm and rested it on the head of the sofa. The long curly hairs on her armpit were trickling with sweat and saliva. Raju moved closer to her – his face only an inch away from the hairs on her armpit - and stared hungrily at her hairy armpit that was glistening with sweat and his own saliva. My mom was panting heavily from exhaustion owing to her two recent orgasms, but the two guys didn’t care. They were too horny to care!
The African was busy fondling her tits over her bra. His fingers were gently tickling and caressing my mom’s stiff grape-like nipples through the satiny cotton fabric of the tight brassiere. Lightly he held both engorged tips between his thumb and forefinger and rhythmically applied pressure making her release soft inaudible squeals of pleasure. All the time, he kept up his licking of her creamy smooth cheeks and even gently sucked on her sensitive earlobe and let his tongue explore her ear. I noticed my mom yielding against him, dominated by his manipulations. I knew that her blood was boiling with long suppressed desire and being treated by a high-class whore by these two animals, in front of her sissy son was making her even weaker.
Slowly and casually, the big brute then slipped the bra straps off over my mom’s fatty shoulders. But her bra was so tight over her ample breasts that it was still clinging on to them. When the African realized this, he cracked a smile and announced, "Oh gosh Mr. Prasad, this bitch’s tits! They're huge! They're the biggest tits I ever seen and I have seen some big ones let me tell you!"
Uncle Shyam just smiled as he continued to slowly jack me off in front of everyone – including my own mother whose eyes seemed to be shut with tiredness. My hand was on his cock too. He was the perfect size, my hand fitting perfectly around it as he slowly thrusted into my palm. We were going back and forth, stimulating each other as we both watched the live show. However, my stimulations were greater than anyone else’s I believe. I loved their firm domination of me and my mother, loved to have her being touched by this perverted sex-hungry Negro and this low-class milkman. In a very short time, these many men in our lives had managed to break down all of my mom’s resistances and seduce her. She was so close to becoming a wanton, willing slut. Never in my short life had I been close to reaching such emotions and feelings as I was experiencing now. My mom and I being humiliated, degraded, forced to submit - and I felt only raw desire and want!
My mom had wanted this too I’m sure. She simply lay back on the sofa as Raju moved on to her hairy pits and kissed it like a madman, licking and eating all the dirty sweat-and-saliva from her hairy pit. The African, however, was fully focused on my mom’s massive milk jugs and pulled her breasts out of her bra. Once her huge mammaries were out, the milkman stopped what he was doing and quickly positioned his mouth over her jutting breasts. The big brute picked the left one as the he slid further down the sofa to position his mouth closer to her right breast. Both men bent down to suck my mother’s juicy nipples into the warm cavern of their mouths. They also licked her bosom carefully, taking their time to once in awhile suck her tit-flesh into their mouth. Soon her nipples were standing to stiff attention.
My mouth was gaping and drooling as I watched these two animals molest my mom’s mature titties. The same tits that I once drank milk out of as a toddler. I wondered if they’ll still find a pool of milk there. "Ah, look at your mommy’s nice titties! Do you like it when someone sucks your mom’s tits like this?", he gave my cock a tight squeeze making me jerk, "Hmmm your cock’s becoming even harder watching your mother in this state! Very good!", he laughed hard.
I’m sure my mom heard this pervert’s dirty comments. But she was too far gone to care. Neither of us cared any more!
"Mmmmmm!!!", my sweet, homely slutty mother moaned as the big African brute softly grabbed her by the ass-cheeks with one massive hand and used his other hand to inch his middle finger inside her mature damp pussy, all while simultaneously continuing to suckle her massive right tit. He then abruptly pulled it back, feeling the stickiness of her wet snatch in his fingertips and again inserting it back inside making her moan softly.
At the same time, Raju – the milkman - had his tongue and teeth on my mom’s right nipple, sending shockwaves down to her sex, making her breathe in gasps. "Mmmmm slowly please….", she whimpered with her eyes closed and biting her lower lip. He gently guided my mom’s hand on his cock, and to my surprise, I saw her nervous fingers close around the shaft of his semi-hard member. She attempted to do the same with the big African, but his manhood was so big that she couldn’t even close her hand around it. Having to improvise, she got a firm grip on it, letting her fingers tighten slightly on his throbbing rod and then she started to slide her hand upwards in a rhythmic motion.
I was getting so hard watching my mom service these two strange cocks while the two men played with her boobs and the African simultaneously fingered her pussy. Uncle Shyam sensed my horniness and proceeded to pump my cock even faster while I did the same to him. His cock was warm and made me feel so hot stroking it.
"Mmmmm ufff I’m going crazy!", she muttered as the big African brute’s middle finger penetrated deep inside her aching pussy. In response, she moved with her both hands, pulling the outer sheath of their precious cock skin up and down. My eyes flicked up to the glistening piss-slit as more pre-cum started to ooze forth from the tip of their cocks as it slowly dripped down my mother’s waiting fingers, making them sleek as she steadily stroked their hard members.
Soon, my mom was growing wild with sexual tension and began to move her hips on the big African’s middle finger to get more friction. "Ahhhhh please don’t stop!", she groaned in pleasure, her body rearing close to a third orgasm. Although the brute didn’t understand her language, he understood the language of passion and continued to speed up his middle finger, while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
"HuhHuhHahHuhHahHuhHaaa!!!", she started to moan rapidly, her breathing intensifying. Owing to the excitement, she involuntarily upped the pace of her hand job. Raju peeled his mouth off her engorged nipple and laid back on the sofa as my mom’s stroking got faster and faster. Although the black man showed no signs of stopping, Raju’s eyes seemed to be rolling at the back of his head and soon he couldn’t bear it any longer.
"Ohhhhhhh my gosh!!", he moaned in pleasure as thick spurts of white semen flew from his cock and landed on his chest, stomach and scrotum, and also coated my mom’s fingers. He then fell flat on his back at the corner of the sofa, panting heavily.
But the black guy wasn’t even close to getting done and neither was my mom. After two orgasms, her third one was bound to last a little longer. Seizing the opportunity, the African tried to pull his finger out of her wet twat, making a pop sound as it was released. As soon as he did that, my mom’s eyes opened up and she was looking accusingly at the brute, who was now staring down at her with hungry lust-filled eyes. Her nipples were now painfully erect through all the attention these two animals had been paying to them. "Why did you take it out? Please do it again! Do it until my womanly desires are quenched! Please!", she was almost begging for him to put his finger back insider her aching cunt.
The big African just smiled and said, "I don’t know what you’re saying, but I know what you want. But a bitch like you needs something more than a finger to satisfy her." He then straightened up, took his thick 9-inch penis in his hand, placed it at the entrance to my mom’s vagina, and started teasing her clit slowly.
Although my mom was horny, the sight of that huge manhood getting ready to enter her moist pussy scared her. "Mmmmmm, please apnar ta onek boro! Please dhokaben na! Amar gud phete jabe! Please erom annay korben na! Pllleaaseee!!!"("Mmmmm, please, yours is too big! Please don’t put it in! My pussy will explode! Please don’t do this cruelty! Pllleeeaaaseeee!!"), my mom begged for him not to do it.
However, the big African brute was adamant. He wanted to tease her clit first though, make her crave it. He rubbed the bulbous head of his cock in her slit back and forth, soaking it with her juices. My cock expanded and contracted in Uncle Shyam’s fist as I saw my mom’s pussy lips open in anticipation, right before my eyes, even as she said no. From the side, I saw the milkman slowly springing back to life as he kneeled on the sofa, to my mom’s right, limp cock in hand. He started sucking her breasts and pulling her already tight nipples.
Once the tip of the African’s cock was glistening once again with my mom’s pussy juices, he pushed down slowly, sliding it into my mother’s sex. "Huuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!", my mom’s mouth gaped and she let out a huge gasp as this big brute penetrated her with his monster cock! I couldn't believe what was happening! I watched in amazement as her mature yet tight pussy stretched around this nigger’s girth, clutching it almost in a hug. My mom held herself there, her head fell back on the sofa and I watched as her body went into spasms having such a powerful orgasm with his monster member just entering her! She clutched Raju’s head in sheer ecstasy and lust, his mouth suckling at her left breast.
"Damn, you're so tight, bitch!", he groaned. The African held her hips in place as my mom's body shook. He guided her hips up and I watched as her stretched pussy was pulled out as she rose up his long thick cock. I watched as more and more of his manhood made its way into her until he was halfway in.
"Ahhhhhh! Ooooohhhh! Ahhhhhhh!", my mom groaned in both pleasure and pain, her white cunt juices coating the African's jet black cock every time he pulled his body up, only to push back into her, further on his dick, making her cream shoot out of her coating his balls.
The milkman gently lifted himself off the sofa and moved around the back, his limp cock in hand, which was already dripping with white sticky pre-cum. Raju moved so my mom could reach his cock with her mouth and as she took his cock deep into her mouth without hesitation, the big brute started to pump his cock into her tightly stretched twat faster and faster. His manhood was now halfway into my mother’s aching pussy and going in deeper.
The big brute never slowed down his pumping, holding my mom tightly around the fleshy waistline of hers, until he slammed down on her hard as her love-canal started oozing cream. "Aoooooowwwwhhhhhh!!", she screamed as her legs shot straight up in the air, spread wide. He was stretching my mom apart and filling her pussy like it had never been filled before! He began to ease back until his dick was almost completely out of her and then he would push forward going deeper with each thrust until I could literally hear his big dark balls smacking my mother’s plump buttocks.
"Ufffffffff! Hoffffff! Ufffff!", my mom gasped and her breathing turned heavy as this big brute’s hips started moving faster and she tried to match every thrust – pushing her ass upward when this brute thrust downward. She let go of Raju’s cock as she clutched the African's back, her legs involuntarily wrapped around the nigger's muscular waist as her entire body was shaking in lust. He slowed down just a little until my mom got her breath back and then he picked up the pace again but this time seemingly even more intense, slamming deeper and harder inside of her with each thrust. I thought my mom would black out. I knew that she had never felt anything like this and I couldn't believe this brute’s stamina. He just kept going and my mom seemed to get louder and louder with the sofa squeaking and bouncing with the power of their sex. He had a wild crazed look in his eyes and was dripping with sweat as he pounded roughly into my sweet homely mother like some crazed animal. This was a different kind of sex than my mom had ever experienced with either Uncle Shyam or Haria or even the two brutes – Haripada and Bahadur!
"Mmmmmmmm!!!", she moaned as I saw teardrops at the corners of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. I wondered if they were tears of joy and satisfaction or of guilt and pain. But I was enjoying watching her in this hot predicament. On top of that, Uncle Shyam had moved his chair closer to mine and was now squeezing and stroking my already erect cock even harder. I felt his excited fingers and palm and the wetness of my pre-cum. Holding, squeezing, stroking. Holding, squeezing, stroking, stroking, stroking. Wet, slippery, stroking!
I was beginning to think the African could go on like this all night, but his body finally stiffened and shuddered, and he let out a loud grunt as he made a hard thrust inside of her. "Aoooowwhhhhhhh!!", my mom screamed in pleasure as she felt his big dick spasm and begin to erupt. His hot sperm sprayed inside of her, deep inside her womb – the same womb where I came from! The feeling of watching them was incredible and the fact that a black guy was cumming inside her again seemed to add to my excitement and once over the edge, I too spurt thick gobs of cum down Uncle Shyam’s hand and then rested back on the chair.
Once he had orgasmed inside her, he held my mom’s shoulders and then gently lowered his face down on hers. When my mom lifted her face up, his lips met hers. Surprisingly, she didn’t pull back. Instead, my mom put her arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!!!". The brute then slowly pulled his huge cock out of her, leaving her pussy agape, cum running out of her hairy love-hole. He then fell on the side of the sofa, tired and exhausted. My mom too looked tired and exasperated as she lay back on the sofa, her erotic French-maid attire ripped open – but still clinging to her midriff – exposing her massive milk tanks and dripping cunt as she spread her legs and just sat there, eyes closed and catching her breath.
I thought this was over since three men – including me – had already climaxed, with the milkman sitting at the other corner of the sofa steadily regaining his strength. However I had forgotten completely about Uncle Shyam, who was still sitting beside me, his cock hard as a rock in my tired hands. Soon, he easily free his manhood from my light grip and slowly walked over to my mother to inspect her condition. Once he was near her, he said, "So, Shikha darling, how did you like the gangbang?"
My mom was too exhausted to respond, she just laid back on the sofa, her body dripping with sweat. "Haha! Tired so soon? There’s still one more player left!", he said, pointing to his own cock. "There’s no more room in your cunny today. So, today, I’m going to fuck your ass!", he proclaimed. Honestly, my mom was too tired to protest or even comprehend what this sick cruel old pervert was planning to do with her.
Uncle Shyam unkindly proceeded to flip her almost limp body onto her belly and lifted her up onto all fours, on the sofa. He stared in awe at her fair, plump butt cheeks, his mouth almost drooling sexual anticipation. Surprisingly, despite my recent orgasm, I felt my cock twitch a little when I noticed his hungry eyes staring down at my exhausted mom’s ass and him stroking his cock as a result of that perfect visage in front of him. Uncle Shyam had always had a weakness for my mom’s perfectly round globes and had seemingly moved her backwards, to expose her twitching ass to his filthy mind.
Unsure of when I would have this chance again, he decided to go forth with my mom’s anal intrusion. Slowly, as if to savor the moment, the pot-bellied pervert began stroking the curves of her round arse with his warm sticky hands that were still covered in my cum. To tell you the truth, this was making me even hornier. "Do you feel good, Shikha?", he asked with a devious smile. My mom’s only reaction was her butt slowly flexing with each of Uncle Shyam’s gentle massages. I bet she was enjoying it as well, but was too tired to speak. Soon, however, that all changed when the dirty pervert raised his right arm and a hard, hard raining of barehanded blows was delivered to my mother’s undefended ass. "Ahhhhhh….huffff…huff…please….hufff….Shyam Babu…uffff….aar na….please!!", ("Ahhhhhh….huffff…huff…please….hufff….Shyam Babu…uffff….no more….please!!"), her pleas were like squeals as she begged for him to stop. Uncle Shyam, however, smacked her with devilish skill. Never too hard, but hard enough to cause a stinging pain that gradually resulted in a warm, heated glowing over her ass. My mom’s butt was soon red, red hot rather!
Uncle Shyam paused at that moment and then bent down to explore my mother’s tortured flesh. "Ooooohhh!", she gasped as something wet slid over reddened flesh. She realized soon enough that it was Uncle Shyam licking the bottom he had recently so expertly treated to a hard spanking. He took his time, to lick both of my mom’s poor, punished nether cheeks until they glistened with his wet saliva.
"Mmmmmmmm!!", she moaned. The coolness resulting from the old pervert’s licking calmed my mom somewhat, but her spanked orbs still radiated glowing heat and combined with the sensation of having his tongue, the tormented buns made her moan and slightly wriggled her buttocks.
"Ahhhh you’re excited, you slut!", he said, "Watch how your son is staring at you! He’s already jerked off once in my hands, and now his cock his aching to see his mommy getting fucked hard again! But today I’m not going to fuck your pussy! Today, I’m going to fuck your ass!".
The old, hairy pervert grabbed her butt firmly and then stretched her plump butt-cheeks apart so he could see right into her crevice, while my mom pleaded to his humanity. "P... please nooo! Ohhh, Nooosssa! No...Please d...don't!"
Uncle Shyam was in no mood to listen, however. He rubbed the entire length of his cock over her wet slit to get it ready and lube up to enter her ass. He then aimed towards her asshole and spilled out a thick blob of spit from his mouth, which unfortunately landed on sides of her butt. Undeterred, he scooped up the blob of spit with his two fingers and circled the edges of her anus. With his sloppy fingers, he began massaging in gentle motions over my mom’s tight anus but it was still shyly closed tight. "Uhhh... Shyam Babu, please stop! Uffff!!", she pleaded as she felt thick fingers pierce her body. By that time, Uncle Shyam’s middle finger had been hovering over my mother’s asshole and soon, he plunged it in slowly. He was gathering a few millimetres of lubricated progress at a time.
"Mmmmmmmmm!!!", my mom silently squirmed, with just over half of the tip of the pervert’s finger tightly gripped by her hungry asshole.
"So, slut, do you like it?", he asked. My mom didn’t respond. Instead, she just moaned. "Haha! Now I’m ready to fuck your ass! Raju, bring out the Vaseline!", he yelled. As quick as a cat, Raju picked up his pants and brought out a small tube of Vaseline from the pocket. Taking a lump of the lumpy moist Vaseline, Uncle Shyam spread it generously on his still hard cock. It had an oily grip. He then took another lump of Vaseline and returned his left hand to her butt-cheek, spreading it widely and inching a glistening finger back to where the other was embedded. Once he was satisfying that they were all lubed up and ready for the event, he stood back stroking his cock and smiling, admiring the view of my mom’s glistening bum.
Wasting no additional time, Uncle Shyam stretched her arsehole as wide as possible, pushing his rock hard member into her opening. "P... please Shyam Babu, n... no more!". Her face seemed to wince in pain.
Gradually Uncle Shyam’s penis inched closer inwards, pushing globs of vaseline out of my mom’s opening. Unrelenting, he pushed harder and deeper until finally with a satisfying grip, her anal muscles swallowed the head of his cock and gripped it like a vice. "Aahhh, Aaggghhhh!", she gave a groan of pain, satisfaction and pleasure. The old pervert readily pulled his foreskin a little further back to full appreciate how much my mom’s ass cheeks was enveloping his bulbous cock-head.
From there on, each movement was slow, deliberate and precise, all with the intention of inching his manhood further and further insider my mother’s anal canal. "Mmmmmm! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!", my mom was wincing with each slow rhythmic motion inside her, whilst Uncle Shyam was barely trying to hide his ecstasy. As finally half of his penis had disappeared inside my mom’s tight ass, he started pounding her heavier and more deeply. The temptation to fuck her butt as aggressively as he might her pussy was too much for Uncle Shyam and so he started pounding it with light aggression slowly gaining further depths inside her.
"Nooooooooo…Uffffffffff…Nooooooooo… slowly please!", my mom moaned and groaned. I could see the pain on her face slowly transforming into pleasure.
Momentarily, Uncle Shyam would ease up before pounding my mom a little harder, a little faster and a little angrier. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Aoooowhhhhhhhh!!", she whimpered. Her groans of pleasure and pain were growing louder and rougher whilst she soon started spreading her cheeks with her own hands. Each time, the old pervert punctuated a rhythmic fuck with a deeper entrance she would grip the sofa sheets and wince a little harder.
Sensing that she was either losing herself to the moment or reaching a limit of pleasure and pain, the pot-bellied bastard grabbed her arms back by both wrists in one hand and her long dark hair in the other hand, pounding her ass as deeply and aggressively as he could, watching her eyes tear up whilst a secret part of me became even more aroused at what sexual pain she was enduring for this old perverted bastard’s pleasure. My cock was still wasn’t fully erect and therefore I just watched with fading eyes as my mom got anally screwed by this old neighbor – this neighbor whom my mom wouldn’t even look at on the streets when we would pass him, just a few months prior. Now this same person was fucking my mom in front of me while I jerked off and was also pimping her to strange black men and low-class guys like Raju. I smiled inwardly thinking how the times have changed!
Finally, as Uncle Shyam’s long, hard, brown cock disappeared in and out of my mother’s fair round arse, he released her arms and hair, angrily grabbing both ass-cheeks before digging his manhood right up to the hilt whilst ejaculating gloriously into her deepest, darkest recesses coating her dark walls with his white warm cum. "Uffffffffffff!", my mom sighed as well, as her love-juices too spilled from her vagina and on the sofa.
As the pot-bellied pervert’s cock twitched inside her, dribbling the last spurts of sperm into her ass, he smiled and looked down on her angelic face which was looking messy with tear stained mascara running down her face. When Uncle Shyam finally pulled out, his cock slid out of her with a soft wet sound. He then crashed on the floor on his back, too tired to do anything. Raju, on the other hand, climbed on to the side of sofa right beside my mom, gently grabbed my mom’s now exhausted limp body and they both laid back on the sofa, with my mom’s head on his chest. He then gently started caressing her breasts as they both nearly drifted off to sleep. Seeing them in such state, I smiled and too dozed off without even knowing it.
It had been such a sexy lust-filled night after all!
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