I was amazed at how far my mom had come from being a shy, loyal, conservative housewife to a horny, submissive slut. True, she was being controlled by a perverted old man. But even a blind man could see that something inside her was stirring and she too was enjoying the perversions that she was being subjected to.
When she went inside the bathroom, I could hear faint sounds of moaning inside alongwith the trickling sounds of the shower. She was probably fingering her excited, mature pussy after having such an intense session with the milkman. I knew she longed for a fuck, especially after some of the intense orgarsms that she had thanks to the milkman's finger-fucking. If the young low-class man wanted to, he could've easily fucked her. I knew my mom wouldn't protest, given that she was enjoying his thick, manly cock inside her mouth so much so that she allowed him to cum all over her, and even drank some of it like a professional whore. But I guess he was afraid of me showing up at the wrong time. Nonetheless, now that he had opened up this little channel with her, there is no doubt that there would be more sessions coming up every morning. And I would get a lot of opprotunities to masturbate on my mom's private sex shows!
After nearly an hour, my mom exited the bathroom, not knowing that I was sitting inside the living room waiting for her to come out. As soon as she stepped out, my eyes almost popped out of their socket. My mother was there, naked and dripping wet thanks to the shower. She was not even wearing a towel! Her amazing tits were like two big melons proudly protruding from her chest and beads of water trickling from the edge of her stiff, grape-like nipples. Her pink pussy lips were wet as well and somewhat swollen, probably because of the brutal fingering that had been going on since morning. I was getting an instant hard once again, just by looking at her gorgeous face and attractive figure.
When she went inside the bathroom, I could hear faint sounds of moaning inside alongwith the trickling sounds of the shower. She was probably fingering her excited, mature pussy after having such an intense session with the milkman. I knew she longed for a fuck, especially after some of the intense orgarsms that she had thanks to the milkman's finger-fucking. If the young low-class man wanted to, he could've easily fucked her. I knew my mom wouldn't protest, given that she was enjoying his thick, manly cock inside her mouth so much so that she allowed him to cum all over her, and even drank some of it like a professional whore. But I guess he was afraid of me showing up at the wrong time. Nonetheless, now that he had opened up this little channel with her, there is no doubt that there would be more sessions coming up every morning. And I would get a lot of opprotunities to masturbate on my mom's private sex shows!
After nearly an hour, my mom exited the bathroom, not knowing that I was sitting inside the living room waiting for her to come out. As soon as she stepped out, my eyes almost popped out of their socket. My mother was there, naked and dripping wet thanks to the shower. She was not even wearing a towel! Her amazing tits were like two big melons proudly protruding from her chest and beads of water trickling from the edge of her stiff, grape-like nipples. Her pink pussy lips were wet as well and somewhat swollen, probably because of the brutal fingering that had been going on since morning. I was getting an instant hard once again, just by looking at her gorgeous face and attractive figure.
Suddenly my mom looked in my direction and was shocked to see me staring at her. She immediately covered her thick coconuts with one arm and with the other she covered her juicy twat, in embarrasment. "Babu, what are you doing so early?", she cried.
Her sudden cry jerked me back to reality and I was about to say something, before she interrupted, "Wait I'm coming." Saying that, she rushed inside the dressing room - the same room in which she and the milkman had recently had their erotic session - and locked the door from the inside. I could hear some shuffling noises from inside. She was probably trying to get the place in order so that I don't come in unexpectedly and find something suspicious. Oh my mom is so naive! It almost made me laugh.
After a few minutes, she came out of the room dressed in her usual red silk nightgown that she wears at home - without inners - and asked me in a worried tone, "When did you wake up?"
"Me? Just 5-7mins ago.", I lied. My mom breathed a sigh of relief. Then I decided to have some perverted fun. "Did the milkman show up today?"
My mom immediately went red and I saw her gulping. "Uhh...yeah, h-he was here. He even asked about you. B-But you don't have to worry, I woke up early this morning and took care of everything.".
I could see that she was stuttering, so I decided to push the envelope. "Oh alright. So you've taken all his milk, yes?" I purposely made the question more probing, but my mom was too innocent to understand the hidden double-meaning.
"No, why would take all his milk? I've taken the amount that he always gives.", she replied innocently. I giggled at her naivety.
A few hours later, our temporary servant Haria showed up for work and as usual he was passing lewd but fleeting stares at my mom. She was sitting on the sofa watching T.V. - she was shifting quite a lot because of her sore rosebud - totally oblivious of her low-class servant's dirty gazes. His eyes were constantly drifting over her gigantic hemispheres, which were expectedly streching against the thin fabric of her nightgown and he was licking his lips while eyeballing her nipples that were almost poking out like two small, delicious grapes. Even when she's fully covered, the sight of her can make any cock rock hard.
While this was happening, I suddenly heard my cell-phone ringing in my bedroom. Wondering who it was, I quickly climbed the stairs to my room and then I saw that the call was from an unknown number. I picked it up and said, "Hello? Who is this?"
"Bunty! How are you?" As soon as I heard the coarse voice of the man who was on the other line, my heart skipped a beat. It was Shyam Uncle!
"We stay so close to each other. Yet you still can't find the time to meet this old neighbor uncle of yours."
I was terrified. My throat was dry and I was starting to sweat. Uncle Shyam had seen me watching him dominate my mom in the master bedroom. He knew my secret. So why is he calling? Is he going to threaten me? Is he going to tell my mom that I was watching her while she was engaged in illicit activities with this uncle? That would be disastrous! My voyeuristic days would be over.
I was shaken, and so slowly and timidly I said, "N-No, actually I was busy with w-work so I couldn't come."
"Hahahahah! No problem. So, are you busy today?"
I was fumbling for answers, "Er...No, not too much."
"Good!", he yelled excitedly, "Come to my house then."
I was shocked. "Why?", I asked.
"What do you mean by 'why'? I want you to come, that's why!" I was scared by his reaction. His voice seemed more dominating now, like the time when he was controlling my mother.
I was afraid to respond. Seeing that, he lowered his tone somewhat and said, "I've brought a bottle of Royal Stag whiskey for you. We'll both have it together and have a wonderful time. Come quickly."
"Uh...but mom..."
"Tell your mom that you're going to a friend's place. Don't tell her it's me."
"Ok...Fine. I'm coming.", I reluctantly said, knowing full well what this was about. I hung up the phone and climbed down the stairs to the living room, where my mom was still watching T.V.
"Mom, I'll be back."
"Hey where are you going at this hour?", she asked with surprise.
"To Pramit's house. He called. Don't worry, I'll be back soon. And I'll be having lunch over there." Without saying much else, I quickly rushed out of the house leaving my mom and Haria inside, and went straight to Shyam Uncle's house.
When I got there, I knocked on his door and within a few seconds he opened. "Hey, you've arrived? Good! Come inside!" His potbelly seemed to have grown a few more inches and his rugged beard was still there. But the unusual thing was, he seemed to be in quite a jovial mood.
He guided me to his small bedroom, which appeared to be as dirty as himself - the room was damp and had a weird alcoholic stench all over, at the center was an old bed that creaked the moment I sat on it, a crooked table placed close to the bed, spider-webs hanging from the corners of the ceiling, and the floors were greasy as shit.
"I''ll be back in a minute." He stepped out of the room and came back a few minutes later with a bottle of RS and two large glasses in his hands.
He placed them on the table and poured both of us a drink. I was waiting patiently for him to say something, but the bastard was taking his time; enjoying the fact that I was miserable and trapped. Finally, he decided to speak, "So, did you like the show yesterday?"
Immediately I felt scared and my heart started beating rapidly. But I wasn't going to give up easily. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"No use in trying to act innocent. I had been watching you for a long time that day." My worst fears were confirmed. My secret was out. This perverted, old man knew everything and could manipulate me however he wanted. I was petrified. "Why aren't you saying something?" He came close to my ear and whispered, "Do you like watching your mom get fucked?". I grabbed the bedsheet between my clenched fists; not in anger or fear, but in a sense of rising excitement. I don't know why, but the word "sex" was having an arousing effect on me. I am, after all, my mom's son.
"Come on, say it!"
My head was hung low and I was shivering like a leaf. I couldn't speak, therefore I just nodded my head in approval. As soon as I did that, an evil smile appeared across his hairy cheeks.
"I knew it. So, when did this desire of yours start?"
"2-3 y-years ago." I felt a tinge in my stomach as I started telling him the nasty details.
"Hmmm....understood. If you have such a beautiful and sexy mother, then no wonder you'll be attracted to her." I could feel my dick stirring beneath my half-trousers hearing his hot comments about my mom. But Uncle Shyam had just begun his verbal torture. "Since the first time I saw your mother in this neighborhood, my dick has been searing to get a taste of her." He deliberately used my mom's name to describe his feelings for the time when he first saw her, thinking that it would arouse me even further. And it did!
"How did you see her nude the first time?"
I was quiet and reluctant. He placed the glass in my hand and asked me to gulp it down, saying it would ease the tension. I did as he said. Immediately I felt a warm sensation running down my body as the drink made it's way towards my gut. And suddenly I felt much more at ease. I took a deep breath and started, "2-3 years ago. My mom was changing her dress after a bath. Seeing her, my dick started feeling weird. A heat started developing in my body. After that, I used to watch her everyday, hidden away at the side of the door, watching her undress."
His evil smile got wider. "Do you masturbate while thinking of your mom?"
I nodded again without saying a word. I started touching and scratching my prick now, feeling an uneasy urge to pull it out of my pants.
Luckily, Uncle Shyam was aware of my urges. "Let's see if your dick has grown bigger. Take off ur pants."
I stared at him with shock and awe. Realizing my discomfort, he said, "Don't worry. There's no one her but us. So, take it off. I want to see how big your dick gets while thinking of your slut mom."
I slowly and hesistantly started pulling my pants down. When I was a certain point below my thighs my thick shaft sprang out. But he was not done. He stared at my dick like a hungry shark and cried, "Take it off completely!" I obeyed and hastily took it off and placed it on the bed beside me. I was now sitting naked waist down with my cock shamelessly hanging in the air.
"Good! It looks like your boner has grown quite a lot thinking about your whore mommy." I smiled nervously, like an idiot. Suddenly, he grabbed my erect manhood with his right hand and started stroking it gently. I felt a jolt of electricticty as his cold, rough hands engulfed my manhood.
"What are you doing, Shyam Uncle?" I said in shock, while trying to remove his hand from my erect penis.
"Hey, why are you acting so scared? Just keep answering my questions. In the meantime, I'll take care of your cock. Let's see how long you last while chatting about your big-tittied mommy."
He continued, "Then tell me, do you like hearing nasty stuff about your mom?"
I shivered a bit and then said, "Yes. My whole body becomes hot if someone talks nasty about my mom."
"Hahahha! Your slut mom has given birth to such a perverted motherfucker. For this reason, I'll fuck her like the tramp that she is!" His hand started stroking faster, drawing me towards a possible climax.
"What do you like about your mom? Her plump ass or her gigantic boobies?" He slowed down, just enough to let me answer.
I was breathing heavily now, being so close to an orgasm. "I love both. Butt and boobs."
"Describe you slut mom's tits for me."
"Very big.", I said timidly.
"Say it properly!", he squeezed my dick harder making me groan in pain.
"As b-big as water-melons. Soft yet stiff. Hasn't sagged at all."
"Whose mammaries?", he twisted the skin of my shaft to make me moan harder.
"My mommy's mammaries."
"No say my slut mom's mammies." He pinched the skin of my penis making me groan in pain again. "Say it!"
"My slutty mom's juicy mammies."
"Hahahaha! Good description! Now describe her booty for me?"
This time I was careful to be very dirty. "Phat and bouncy are my slutty mom's ass-cheeks."
"Hahahhaha!! Then her booty will taste very juicy and will be a good fuck as well. Just like a hoe! Tell me, does your mom's undulating ass make you hard?" He squeezed my dick to emphasize his point.
"Ahhhhh....yes it does! Her buttocks sway a lot when she moves."
"Next time when I get my hands on your mommy, I'll cover her ass with my saliva. Then I will kiss and bite her big ass. Then slap her butt-cheeks."
"Unghhhh!! Yes! Spank my slut mom hard!"
"You mommy's honey-pot tastes delicious. I licked it last time. What an amazingly horny scent it has! I will make her my sex slave. Make her my personal slut. She will be crazy for my man-meat. She will love and crave it all day and night. I will fuck her wherever I want and whenever I want." I felt his grip getting tighter. He was going faster again, pumping my rock-hard boner harder and harder. "First treat her really good, like a goddess and then slowly... bit by bit transform her into a kinky whore. I bet you would like to see your homely mom turned into C-grade whore by me"
"Yes!...Make my mom a whore! Oooofffff!!!!" With that last comment, I tensed up and spurt my jizz all over his thick palm and even dropped some on his dirty floor. And then I fell on the bed after having the most intense orgasm ever!
Uncle Shyam wiped off the cum with a paper-towel and then asked, "Did you like it?"
I smiled and nodded.
"Good! Even I'm about to unload. Now, I'll start sifting through your mom's naked pictures while masturbating inside the bathroom."
I slowly got up and wiped my cock clean with another paper towel, and then wore my pants again. "Okay, I'll leave now."
"Of course. So you no longer have a problem with me making your mom my sex slave and fucking her."
"No....but I would like to watch and masturbate."
Uncle Shyam though for a second and said, "Hmmm...I have an easier way to do that. Tomorrow I'll give you something. This will be very beneficial for you."
"What is it?"
"Seta pore bolbo noe. Ekhon ja. Ami hoyto kaal toder barite asbo. Amar bessa ke chudte." (I'll tell you later. Now go. I'll come to your house tomorrow. To fuck my hoe.") ,he winked. I left Uncle Shyam's house with a new perspective and a curious mind as to what he was about to hand me tomorrow.
Mother's Narrative
"What has happened to me?", I thought while sitting on the sofa with my legs apart, totally certain that my son is upstairs in his room studying. My clit was still sore from the abuse that I received from that young low-class doodhwala. My name is Shikha Guho. I am a wife, a mother...and a slave! Recently I was blackmailed into becoming my neighbor, that is a 55 year old man's sex slave. Yet this degradation started long before he came into my life. It's only been a month since my husband left for Delhi on one of his usual business trips. He'll probably be back soon. But ever since he left, I've felt a strange emptiness inside me. That emptiness made way for a carnal hunger and now I'm starting to get consumed by it. I want it to stop, but everytime I feel the touch of a man, my common sense retreat and my womanly instincts take over.
"Whatever happened today should not have happened. If I don't put an end to this now, it will give Shyam Babu more encouragement to do what he wants.", I thought. "The milkman was a young boy. This was not supposed to go so far. But what can I do? If I try to protest against Shyam Babu, then he'll expose all my nude pictures throughout the neighborhood." My eyes became a little teary and my heart skipped a beat while thinking about the consequences if those pictures were to come out in the open.
I was such a devoted housewife and I still love my husband a lot. But inside, I've realized that I'm also a woman who has needs... sexual needs! This feeling inside me, I have to control it! I have to stop it from taking over my conscience!
I have no idea how it started. I used to get a lot of attention from the neighbors. I've recently started to notice how both old and young men leer at me like I'm some sort of street hooker. The women in this part of the neighborhood hate me or are rather jealous of me for the way I look. "42 years old yet so beautiful? Impossible! She must be hiding her true age!". But I was not hiding my age. In fact, most people I've met say this about me; though sometimes it's a taunt and sometimes it's a compliment. A woman was once whispering to her friend in the neighborhood, "Have you seen her figure? Isshhhh! How embarrasing?! The housewife of such an honorable family and even the mother of a son. Such a figure in this old age! Do you know Janki, such figure is only indicative of one thing?". She then showed a sign language by curling the index finger and thumb of her right hand in the shape of a hole, and using the index finger of her other hand as a shaft going in and out of the hole. "You get the picture!", and then they both laughed hysterically. This was six months ago, when I was too naive to understand what those signs met. But the path that Shyam Babu has set me in has cleared my understanding of such things.
"But Shyam Babu did not start this. There's no excuse for what happened with Haria, the tailors Kakababu and Haripada, the butcher, etc. I'm slowly losing all control. When will my husband return and when will my relentless bodily thirst get quenched?" I was almost about to sob when I heard my son, Bunty, opening the door of his room. I quickly turned on the TV, pretending to watch and no sooner I saw him slowly trodding down the stairs. My son is probably my only chance at a normal life. He's the reason why I live and I could never bear it if he found out about his mother's illicit activities. Today I had a close shave when he saw me coming out of the bathroom naked. The way he looked at me gave me chills. It almost felt like a look of lust and desire, the glimmer in his eyes on seeing his nude mother made my knees feel slightly weak. But I immediately dismissed those feeling once I realized who I was thinking about. This is my son! And although he's a grown man now, I can never have such dirty feelings about him. But for some reason, at that moment, my body seemed to react in a lusty way. I was starting to see my son as a man and not as my child.
Anyways, while my son was coming down from the stairs, I noticed him staring and smiling towards the stairs leading down to the lower floor. I looked at that direction and saw Haria standing there, taking fleeting glances of my mature body. Although I was wearing my red silk nightgown which covered me from neck down, the tightness of the material hugging my voluptuous body and accentuating my lovely curves was probably too much for this low-class servant. This is the problem that I face with all my nightgowns. They're either too tight or too loose. But his unabashed stares were giving me a strong urge to touch myself down between my legs, even while my pussy kept pounding like a sad drum. I had to stay alert though, especially in front of my son. I quickly covered myself with a newspaper when I heard Bunty's phone ringing from the upstairs. He quickly dashed back up to his room while Haria regained his composure and made his way towards the kitchen.
After a while, I saw Bunty coming down the stairs again. His face was pale and he appeared to be slightly uneasy. "Mom, I'll be back."
I was surprised. He never leaves the house at this time of the day. "Hey, where are you going at this hour?"
"To Pramit's house. He called. Don't worry, I'll be back soon. And I'll be having lunch over there." Without saying much else, he rushed out of the room leaving me alone with our servant Haria, especially with my mind in such a vulnerable state.
Son's Narrative
While coming back from Uncle Shyam's house, I was feeling a bit tired because of the amount of cum I spewed. But the at the same time, I felt a little guilty about sharing my thoughts with the old pervert.
"What will happen if he tells mom? And what if he tells somebody in the neighborhood?! What'll happen then?" These thoughts were marching in and out of my head. My dick was sore from all the stroking, but my mind also drifted to the hot, arousing chat I had with the old neighbor. How he forced me to say those dirty things about my mature, innocent mother. How he forced me to vividly describe my mom's full mammaries and plump, chubby ass to him. How much I wanted him to fuck my mom in front of me! "Yes! My slutty mom's juicy mammies....as b-big as water-melons! Phat and bouncy ass-cheeks! Her buttocks sway a lot when she moves! Unghhhh!! Spank my slut mom hard! Ufff!!! Turn my sweet innocent mother into a whore!"
My thoughts were suddenly broken when I heard Kakababu's (the tailor) voice as I exited the building. "Hey, Bunty, where you going this afternoon?"
My thoughts again drifted to the encounter that me and my mom had in their shop and I felt a tinge in my stomach. "Uhhh...I was just returning home."
"Oh.....How's your mother?" I thought I saw his yellow, unpolished teeth appear as a light grin, between his thick white bearded mouth, as soon as he mentioned my mom.
I knew what this bastard was angling at, but I didn't want to encourage him for some reason. Maybe because I was a little tense after what happened with Uncle Shyam. "Mom is doing well, Kakababu."
"Actually that day Shikha left in such a hurry. I wasn't even able to take proper measurements of her petticoat. I thought she was angry at me for what I said. Tell her, she's like my daughter. She shouldn't be so mad at someone as old as me. I was just kidding with her." All the while his lecherous grin did not leave his foul lips.
"No no, why would she be mad? Okay, I'll tell her", I said, getting impatient. "Ebar choli." (I'll go now.")
I was about to leave when he made another embarrasing comment. "Tell Shikha to come again. I have to take measurements of her petticoat and even the blouse is almost ready." Although the street was nearly empty because of the hot summer afternoons, there were still a few rickshawalas passing by who heard the comment and glanced back at me. I was feeling a bit ashamed, but I was also starting to regain my height of eroticism.
When I reached home, while walking up the stairs I was feeling hungry. I wanted to call out my mom, but I heard the shower running. My mind was occupied with the thoughts of what had happened throughout the day and as soon as I reached the second floor, my jaw dropped!
There he was! Haria was buck-naked from waist down and was peeping through a small crack at the corner of the bathroom door! I quickly hid myself at an angle from the staircase and started watching the scene unfold. He was holding the thickest, nearly 7-inch tall, huge manhood in his hand and stroking it slowly as he probably watched my mother bathing. I couldn't believe his guts! He must've thought I was still away and wasn't gonna come back until evening.
Now, I've seen my mom bathing before and trust me, it's a major turn on. The way the water splashes on her heaving boobs and then trickles down her perky nipples onto the floor, can turn the best pornstars to shame. Her curvaceous body slapping against the water and my mom kneading her 36DD breasts underneath that shower can make any old man hard. The hottest thing happens when she soaps her beautiful, plump ass. Her huge bubble buttocks covered in soap lather, slipping between her ass-cheeks and invading her butt-crack. It almost looks as though someone spurted a generous amount of their man-jizz on her buns and now it's trying to escape inside her attractive butt-hole.
I knew what this low-class servant was thinking. I could see tiny drops of precum oozing from the tip of his rock-hard baby-maker. He was sweating profusely and licking his lips like the street-dog that he is. He might have seen a lot of women from the slums that he comes from. But I knew for sure that he had never seen a mature, high-class, busty married woman bathing in the supposed safety of her bathroom, unaware that her dignity was being destroyed by this peeping lowborne pervert.
I was getting turned on again from the sight of this. Then I suddenly heard the sound of the shower stop running and Haria immediately tuck his cock back in, with a disappointed look on his ugly face. He tiptoed to the kitchen as soon as my mom walked out wearing a towel. His head was low, but his eyes roamed hungrily all over my mom's wet, towel-covered body. As soon as my mom noticed his staring, she quickly moved inside the dressing room and shut the door.
Now, even I felt disappointed. I wanted Haria to be a man for once and take advantage of this opportunity, especially since he felt I was not at home. I wanted him to pull that towel away from my homely, mature mother and take her right there on the floor! But alas, my wish was not to be fulfilled that day!
The rest of the day went by uneventfully and I was beginning to wonder what Uncle Shyam wanted to hand me tomorrow. Just when I was thinking about it, I received a text. I checked it and it was indeed from Shyam Uncle!
Tharki Buro: "Do you remember what we are going to do tomorrow?"
Me: "Yes. I remember. U r gonna giv me sumthing?"
Tharki Buro: "Right. Take it from me tomorrow morning, when ur mom is bathing."
Me: "But what is it?"
Tharki Buro: "Something which will help u watch me fuck ur mommy....without the fear of getting caught."
Me: "Ohhh darun!!! Thikache, kal tahle dekha hoche."
Tharki Buro: "Nischoe!!"
I now had a clue what he was talking about. Things were going to get interesting.
I woke up early next morning, excited about the gift that Uncle Shyam was going to give me. When the bell rang, I quickly went to get the door but was disappointed to see it was only the young milkman. To be fair, he looked a lot more disappointed to see me than I was to see him. "Where's aunty?", he asked in a firm yet disappointed voice, his eyes trailing around the corners of the house trying to search out my mom. He was expecting her to be here, especially since his lusty little session with her, last day. "I thought aunty was going to give....milk today." He paused before the word "doodh" and instead of "nebe" which means "take", he used the word "debe" which means "give". This milkman was obviously a huge pervert who didn't even seem to be fazed by the fact that he was talking about my mother. I, on the other hand, was feeling a surge of sexual arousal just by listening to his double-meaning comments.
"No, she's sleeping. Tired."
"Yes, that could be. After all, she has to bear such heavy burdens all day long.", he commented sarcastically, obviously referring to my mother's twin mammaries. "Anyways, will she be coming tomorrow to give milk?", again the innuendos.
"You mean 'take' milk, right?" This time I corrected the pervert.
"Oh yes...", he nodded as if to show that it was a genuine mistake. "I meant to ask whether aunty is coming to get the milk, tomorrow."
I smiled cunningly and said, "Sure she'll be here."
The perverted young milkman gave a cunning smile of his own and said, "Nice....Great news. Now I shall depart." He then left after delivering the cans of milk.
My mom woke up soon after. She was looking especially hot today, wearing a brand new yellow nighty which I learnt that my father had sent her last day. The nighty was plus size, sleeveless, with white printed roses all over the material and three buttons covering the top. It hung loosely from her body, peaking along her massive mammaries giving them a curvy look and also along her perfectly round buttocks giving the impression of them protruding from the dress. The nightgown fell comfortably above her ankles, but it also kind of tapered below the waist, thereby hugging her shapely thighs and revealing their lusty structure.
While she was serving me breakfast, I could see her magnificent tits jiggling with every movement, especially since she never wears a bra at home. "Today, I'll be going out.", I said, while she was serving me breakfast. When she was done serving me, I watched her walk back into the kitchen, her bubble butt-cheeks swaying from side-to-side. Like her other nightgowns, this one too slipped in between her buns everytime she attempted to walk. It was an amazing sight, especially to see her walk from behind.
I decided to break the ice. "Today, the milkman was asking about you.", I said in the most casual manner. The moment I uttered the milkman's name, she froze at the entrance of the kitchen.
"K-ki jigesh k-korchilo?", she fumbled, while her back was still to me.
"Just asking why you didn't come to take milk today." I could almost hear her heartbeat thumping and parts of her nighty getting wet with sweat. "Say, why didn't you go to take milk from him today?"
"I was sleeping.", she replied in a firm but scared voice.
"Strange. Last day you woke up pretty early. And you only told me that you will take milk from him from that day on."
"Why do you want to know! Go do you own work.", she angrily said and went inside the kitchen. I decided not to probe further since I already knew what had happened. After a while, she went for a bath and I left for Shyam Uncle's house.
My heart skipped a beat as soon as I rang the bell of Uncle Shyam's house. Half-naked and wearing his usual lungi, Uncle Shyam stepped out into the sun with the usual evil smile etched on his face. "Come inside. I was waiting for you only."
My fear of this huge bear or bull hadn't subsided yet, as in I was still pretty wary of what he might want from me and my mom, or what he might make me do/reveal. He offered me a seat, but I declined with a gesture of my hand. "Won't you sit down?", he asked with a lecherous smirk.
"N-No no, I'm good. What will you give?", I stammered, afraid that he'd try to seduce me and force me to chat like the last time.
"Alright. Wait here for one minute." With that he went inside some other attached room and brought back a bag of goodies. I knew what they were. Small cameras meant for spying. "These are called Mini micro CCTV High Resolution Camera! These are used for spying and recording. I have about 5 of these stocked with me. I'm asking you to take 4."
To be honest, I knew what was coming, but I was also quite shocked. These cameras were expensive and Uncle Shyam was a retired (read dishonorably discharged) army veteran, with a meagre pension. "Where did you get these from, Shyam Uncle?"
"Babu, you forgot that I was a part of the Indian military. There our primary duty was to keep a watchful on enemy movement. There I came across these cameras. Now they'll help me quench my dick's unquencheable thirst. You slut mommy would never let me place these inside your house. That's why you will have to place these four cameras in different corners of your house in such a way that I'll be able to keep an eye on your whore of a mother, without her knowledge. I'm telling you, Bunty, whenever I look at that broad my member starts throbbing like crazy." I was getting hard listening to this old pervert's disgusting remarks about my own mother. "A hot wench like her should always remain under watchful eyes. She should never be left alone."
Saying that he came closer to me. His towering visage making me shiver in excitement and fear. "Am I right?" Suddenly he grabbed my scrotum - underneath my semi-erect penis - over my half-pant and squeezed with such tight force that I immediately groaned in pain. "Arrrgghhhhh!"
"Tell me I'm right!", he asked clutching my scrotum
"Yes! Yes! Y-You're right, Shyam Kaku. A s-slut like my mom....Arrgghhhhh... should always be k-kept under watch!" He smiled and loosened the grip on my aching scrotum, making me heave a sigh of relief.
"Now go and fix all the cameras by tonight."
"Kothae lagabo, Shyam Kaku?", I nervously asked like an idiot. What was wrong with me? I was asking Shyam Uncle to tell me the locations of my house where I can fit cameras, so this old pervert can jerk off on my mom all day long, while watching her in her most private moments.
"Wherever you want. Just remember, you should keep them in places where it's clearer for me to see your busty mother. Meaning, bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, etc. If you make a mistake, then the consequences will be dire."
"Na na, tomar kono chinta nei Shyam Kaku. Ami shob kichu thikthak byabosta korbo.", (No no, you have nothing to worry about Shyam Uncle. I'll take care of everything.") I said and left his house, scared as hell.
When I returned home, I saw Haria in the house cutting vegetables and no sign of my mother. When I inquired, he said, "Your mom has gone out for sometime. There was a call from your uncle's house. You maternal aunts had called her over for something. She told me to inform you that she'll be late." I was not surprised. My mom and her brothers and sisters were having problems with the local politicians, over the custodity her paternal land. This is a common problem faced by many people in urban cities. To be honest, I was a little happy that she left. This would give me a chance to install the cameras, i.e. as soon as Haria was out of here. I didn't want him to suspect something.
Plus, I had to admit, I was more than a little excited about the prospect of a perverted old bull like Shyam Uncle spying on my mom and jerking off while thinking of her beautiful face and delicious mature body. This was the beginning of something extraordinary.
Mom leaving the house was somewhat of a relief. With her around, it was going to be impossible for me to set up all the four cameras. Usually whenever she goes to her maternal home regarding these land issues, she doesn't come back home until evening. Moreover, for some odd reason, she always appears tired and disheveled whenever she returns from one of these visits.
Anyways, Haria didn't seem at all pleased to see my mother gone, especially since he always looks forward to peeping and ogling her mature, voluptuous body at every opportunity. So, he decide to make an excuse.
"Babu, can you release me early today? My wife is waiting for me at home."
I giggled from the inside, at his request. "Why? Doesn't she wait for you on the other days?"
"She does. But today I feel like going to her. On other days, I don't feel that."
"Why? Why don't you feel that about her on other days?"
In a taunting voice, he replied, "Because on other days you mom stays at home, that's why."
For a second I was shocked at his reply. "What did you say?"
He quickly rephrased, "N-No I mean, on other days, time goes idly by while chatting with your mother."
I smiled at his cunning. "Fine, but there's a lot of work still left. Who'll be doing that? And you still have to cook."
"Your lunch meal is complete. I'll come back in the evening to make dinner. It's just Chapati and Egg Curry, shouldn't take long."
After hearing that he'll be back in the evening (similar time to when mom will be back I hope), I decided to let him go. I had no doubt that the first thing he was going to do upon reaching home was tear his wife's blouse open and quench his carnal lust by fucking her like an animal.
Haria's exit made my work easier. Now that this low class servant was outta the way, I could afford to be a lot less cautious while placing the cameras.
Now, the first problem that arose was finding the right location to set up the cameras. At the start, I thought about placing all these cameras in my parents' bedroom at different angles or locations. But then I realized that Mom rarely spends time locked up in that room and hence, I decided that one camera would be enough for her bedroom. I quickly rushed there; my instinctive arousal causing the blood to gush to my growing boner and my heart pounding with excitement. Finally, I would get to shoot some amateur porn and that too involving my very own mother, without her knowledge or consent! Once I reached her bedroom, I couldn't decide where to place them. These cameras were small, wireless, square shaped devices that despite looking inconspicious, they could not be hung from where the roof meets the walls of the house like regular security cameras. Instead I decided to hide them between layers of material. There was a bookshelf in the bedroom that belonged to my Dad, which was filled with books on every rack. One good thing about these cameras were that they did not emit any kinda light - flickering or constant - while recording, which made them increasingly difficult to spot, especially when they're hidden. So I placed one camera in between two of the books on the center-shelf, which was directly opposite to the bed. The camera already had batteries in it and a retractable memory card. My heart skipped a beat as soon as I turned the device on!
"Hopefully, it's recording!", I said to myself.
My next target location was mom's dressing room! I placed the camera on top of one of mom's unused ladies bags which was hanging from a hook on the wall. Mom hadn't touched the bag in years which is why it appeared quite dusty and filled with disgusting spider webs. The bag was the same color as the camera (i.e. black) and hence provided the perfect camoflauge.
Next location was the bathroom! This was easy. When the shower was constructed, the handymen had mistakenly drilled a 3 inch hole underneath the pipe leading to the showerhead. The small camera fitted perfectly inside the hole and I adjusted the angle to give a top view of anyone who was standing underneath the shower! This was the cheekiest position yet.
The last location was tough to choose. I was confused between the living room and the kitchen. I finally decided to place it in the kitchen as an experiment, to see how whether Uncle Shyam likes the idea. If he didn't, I could always bring it to the living room or somewhere else. I hid the camera on the highest shelf - between packets of "masala's" - and set it at an angle that gave a good area view of the entire kitchen!
Everything was set! I couldn't contain my excitement. I was going to film my very own mother for the sexual pleasures of an old pervert. Unable to hold the arousal, I quickly rushed to my room and bolted the door. I then turned on my laptop and started searching through numerous porn sites. Finally I found a video ideal for my needs: "Mom fucks Neighbor in front of Son!". There this huge bulky guy was fucking a 40 year old MILF with a hard long rod, while her son was watching her from a nearby couch and jerking his small prick.
I unzipped my pants and started stroking my semi-hard weiner. "Ahhhh!!! Fuck me yes!! Ahhhh!!!", the mother cried, as the big bull pounded his near 9-inch black cock deep inside her pink mound.
I imagined my mom in the situation, her juicy pussy being drilled doggy style by a filthty low-class pervert, with a humungous dick. "Mmmmm....Yessss!! Harder! Faster!", the more she screamed, the closer the son got to orgasm. He was enjoying the view, enjoying his sweet, homely mom being ravaged by this monster. He was frothing at the mouth, unable to contain the anguish, little drops of precum were oozing from the tip of his little manhood.
I heard the door unlock, but I was too far into this amazing fuck session to actually check whether my own mom had come in. My mind was racing with the thoughts of some low-class pervert taking my mom from behind, burying his dirty, uncut meat deep into her womb and making her scream like a filthy whore! "Ahhhh......I'm cummiinnggggg!", the woman in the video cried along with the two males. And so did I! A thick spurt of white goo launched from the tip of my prick and landed on my chest, stomach and even my chin. It was an amazing orgasm; perhaps too amazing. Since I fell asleep on the chair soon after, without even cleaning myself up.
When I woke up, I was in a haze. It was night-time. I checked the clock. "9:30 PM! Holy Shit!", I almost yelled." I had asleep for nearly 3 hours. The cum on my chest had dryed up to form a hard, sticky goo. I tried wiping it with a towel, but it wouldn't work. So I decided to have a bath.
While walking down the stairs, I noticed something strange. Drops of white sticky liquid were on each staircase. I bent down and ticked a sample of the liquid. My eyes got widened as I realized what it was. "Fresh cum!", I said to myself. I walked back upstairs, tracing the drops of semen to see where it leads and to my shock, it stopped right outside my mother's bedroom door.
I knocked, "Mom, are you home?". No answer.
I knocked again. "What happened? Are you home? Answer me!"
Then I heard my mom speak in a faint voice. "Babu, today I'm not feeling well. Make something and eat it yourself."
I was genuinely concerned now. "Why what happened to you?"
"Just a little tired, that's all. I'm sleeping now. I'll wake up tomorrow."
This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute. Anyways, there was nothing more I could do. I decided to follow the droplets of cum downstairs and to my surprise, it led to the kitchen. What was more shocking was that the kitchen counter and the surrounding area was a mess! On one side, there was a bowl of half-mixed atta ("wheat") dough which seemed to have seen better days, i.e. it was in tatters. Powdered masalas were strewn all over the floor near the counter and one of mom's bangles was idly sitting on the counter. The rest of the kitchen seemed normal.
Luckily, I found the camera intact and knew that it was well hidden from her view. I brought it down from the shelf, examined it to see if it was indeed in one piece. Then I went to check the cameras in the dressing room and the bathroom. I took those with me and went back upstairs into my room. The only camera that I wasn't able to retrieve was my mom's bedroom camera. I decided to take care of that tomorrow.
When I got to my room, I quickly turned on my laptop, having completely forgotten about washing the already dried-up cum that was etched on my upper body. I was eager to know what had happened while I was asleep and these cameras were the only way I could find out. I pulled out the memory card from the camera saying "Kitchen CAM" and then inserted into my laptop's card reader to check for what happened in the last 3 hours that I was asleep.
I wavered for some time before turning on the video, the sweat forming on my forehead making me uneasy. The video started with an overview of the kitchen, the camera panning on to the kitchen counter, adjacent to the kitchen entrace.
"Trk! Trk!", the sound of the door unlocking. I remember this being the time when I was totally mesmerized by the porn video in front of me.
"Babu, bari achis?", ("Babu, are you home?") The familiar voice of my mom, which seemed to me that sounded very tired.
Mom entered the kitchen and I could see her wearing a blue, chiffon sari which was semi transparent. She also wore a blue, sleeveless blouse underneath and I thought I noticed through the translucent saree that one of the hooks of her blouse were torn, causing a deep valley between her white, milky tanks to become increasingly visible. But what was really odd was that her hair was dishevelled and her lipstick appeared to have been smothered around her protruding lips. I wondered why she would dress so carelessly while going to her paternal house, to have a meeting with the local MLA.
"Maybe he's not home. Good. If he were here, he would definitely ask questions." I was a little surprised to hear that from my mother. I admit that I have been asking a lot of questions recently, but that's only because of what she's done and been doing in the past few weeks.
Anyways, my mother headed to the dressing room. At this point I was tempted to put on the video of the dressing room. But I stopped myself because I knew the real action happened in the kitchen and I wanted to get to it as soon as possible. After about 5 minutes, I fast-forwarded the video by about 15 more minutes. At that time, there was a call on the door. My mom was in the final stages of her dress up and I saw her peep into the kitchen once - she was wearing the same sexy, new yellow plus-size nighty - and then walk towards the main door to open it. In my gut, I had a feeling that it could be Shyam Uncle!
Ting-Tong! Ting-Tong!
The bell rang like crazy until my mom reached the door and I heard her open it. "You? What are you doing here?", I heard her ask in surprise. Honestly the suspense was making me more and more excited. I wasn't horny yet, but I felt my heart was gonna explode in anticipation.
As I looked through the computer screen and held my headphone tightly against my ears, I heard a male voice say, "Actually Bhabhi, your son asked me to come tonite.". Immediately I realized that this was not Shyam Uncle. The accent resembled only one person that I knew. It was Haria, our servant! I had almost forgotten about him saying that he would come back later that night for cooking dinner. "He called me to cook dinner, coz I had to leave early today since I was not feeling well."
"Oh, what happened to you?", my mom asked.
"What will I say? I was missing my wife a lot.", he said as I heard my mom burst out in laughter. "Hahahahaha! Really? So what did you do with your wife when you went back home?"
"Actually I've done a lot. But I can't discuss everything outside, can I? It would've been nice if I were allowed in.", he said cheekily. I couldn't believe that he was again reverting to his old ways. I was waiting eagerly to see the action unfold.
"Oh I almost forgot! Come inside."
"Thank you!"
I heard their footsteps as they approached the kitchen area while chatting. From the casual manner in which my mom was talking, I felt she was a little bit carefree and tipsy. Had she been drinking? Impossible! She would never have alcohol.
"So tell me, what did you do with your wife?", my mom asked with a lot of curiosity.
"I gave her the touches of my love. Had a lot of fun." I heard my mom giggle. It was almost as if she was enjoying this kinky conversation.
I saw in my laptop that they were entering the kitchen now. My mother was in front while that perverted dwarf, Haria, was trailing her from the back. He was wearing a dirty loose shirt with the top two buttons undone - revealing a bit of his hairy chest - and faded elastic pyajamas. His eyes were, as usual, fixated on her undulating butt-cheeks as she stomped inside the kitchen. Her nighty was body hugging which made her incredibly massive ass stick out like two natural globes and Haria looking like he was measuring their surface area with his lusty eyes. They were red, suggesting he too was high on something, probably desi daru which these low class people drink. At this point, I was a little shocked that Haria would come to our house drunk like this.
"Ok tell me what you will cook tonite? There's chicken curry already prepared in the fridge, so we might just need rice or chapati to have it with.", my mom asked without turning as she stood in front of the kitchen counter with Haria behind her.
"Okay Bhabhi, then let's make chapati. I'll prep the wheat dough while you roll it out."
"Why? I can also prep the dough.", she was still looking towards the front trying to search for utensils, completely unaware of Haria gawking at her voluptous back from behind.
"That may be. But you can't knead dough as well as I can.", Haria replied with a sly grin as he stared down at her massive buttocks streching against the fabric of her nightgown, while my mother was unaware of the reference he made with regard to her ass-cheeks. Basically, to Haria, her huge 38 size buns represented the dough that he wanted to knead and prep.
"Really?", my mother asked with a flirtatious voice. "Ok then, show me how you prep and knead the dough." I couldn't believe that my mom was actually playing along with this perverted man-servant. By now she had gathered all the required things - a bag of flour, a huge mixing bowl and the roller-and-platform. While watching this video, I started lightly touching my dick over my pants in response to my own horny anticipation of what would happen next.
"That's it. Wait let me come beside you." Seizing the opportunity, an excitedly drunk Haria moved close and stood right beside my mom as she portioned out the flour on the mixing bowl. As he was short, his eyes naturally trailed towards my mom's heaving mammaries as he viewed them from the side. Now, it is important to mentioned that since her nighty was body hugging, the material wrapped tightly against her 36DD sized massive breasts causing them to lewdly stick out like two huge melons.
"Hmmm I've added the wheat. Now, should I pour some water in?", she asked without looking at his face and concentrating on the mixing bowl.
Whenever my mom asked him something, his eyes would trail back to her pretty face, "Yes, pour it in.", and after answering her query, they would again rotate back to her luscious gown-covered tits. I could clearly make out the lust and hunger in his bloodshot eyes. He wanted my mother bad, but he also was careful not to rush into things despite being drunk.
"This is where my problem starts I think. After kneading the dough when I try to roll it then it's structure becomes weird. Chapati should be round, sometimes I am lucky, most of the times it is similar to map of Australia. I have tried making Chapatis many times, but I am failing when it comes to structure of the chapati. ", she said with remorse. Her problem was genuine, no doubt. Several times she made chapatis it was either flat or oval shaped, not fully round and hence no one like to eat them
But I'm sure this perverted shrimp was dying to help her out. "Okay let's ee how you prep the dough." Saying this, for the first time his eyes went towards the mixing bowl as my mom started carefully probing and kneading the dough. Hardly a few seconds had passed when he cried, "Hey Bhabhi what are you doing? You don't even know how to knead the dough properly. Underkneaded dough just sits there in lumps, well-kneaded dough springs into a nice symmetrical form almost by itself." His voice came so suddenly and loudly that my mom shook in trepidation. But he continued in a high-pitch voice, "Let me show you."
Then this low-class servant did something that definitely caught me by surprise. He swiftly moved behind her and positioned himself in such a way that it looked like he was almost hugging her from behind. "Don't worry, Bhabi. I will teach you how to knead wheat dough easily." Since he was short, he could barely see over her shoulder and so he came closer until his thin body was completely in contact with my mom's backside and his pyajama-covered crotch was pushing against my mother's bulging hips. My mom, on the other hand, just stood there with a confused expression on her face.
Suddenly I saw two hands slowly proceed underneath my mother's smooth arms and firmly grab her own hands which were on the mixture of atta (powdered wheat) and water. "I'll slowly teach you how to do this using my own hands to guide yours."
My mom was dazed and I noticed Haria slowly pushing his pyjama-covered prick against her nighty-clad bottoms. "Uh....N-no, you don't need to Haria. I c-can handle it... You can let go.", she nervously stammered. I could see in her eyes that she was panicking and yet, her heavy breasts started heaving up and down as a direct cause of her increased breathing. I was rubbing my cock over pants, totally shocked at what was happening in the video.
"Not at all, Bhabhi. How can I let you go like this? I just caught you. Now I will only leave you after you have learnt the art of proper dough kneading." His words sounded sarcastic and were filled with double meaning phrases, though I doubt my mom caught any of it.
My mom seemed a little worried now. But still she decided to go with it. "Okay fine, but hurry up. Bunty can arrive at any moment." I felt a tingle in my cock when I heard my name being said.
"Don't you worry, Bhabhi. Just watch what I do." Then he began his lesson. Holding my mom's palms over his, he said, "Carefully mix your wheat and water mixture with both hands like this." He slowly directed her hands through the wheat and water mixture, making a floury mess on both their palms. Soon they started getting doughey and her hands became quite entwined with golden, sticky dough. Haria was taking ample advantage by holding and grabbing my mother tender hands in the pretext of teaching her how to make dough. "" As he continued to narrate the procedure, I noticed him moving his waist in a circular motion which caused my mom's magnificent rear to follow the same movement. Her booty was pressed against his crotch so hard that you could see the flab from her ass shaking from his abuse. "Then, slowly fold the dough over itself with the spatula as you see how smooth it becomes." As he said the words, his crotch stopped circling her ass as he moved a little backward and positioned his huge hard rod between her shapely butt-cheeks. Then, suddenly, this perverted 40 year old man-servant pushed hard against her ass.
"W-what are you doing?", she stuttered with most feeble voice. I could see clearly that her resistance was starting to break as this low-class drunk A-hole started working his magic. Her breathing was getting heavier by the second and her plunging breasts seemed to move up and down steadily due to the excitement.
"Ahhh....I'm teaching you how to knead dough, Bhabhi.", he said with his wry smile clearly being captured by the camera. Plus, he was also moaning now, his mouth was open and his face became contorted.
I could see that my mom was struggling to keep her head concentrated in the prepping lesson, especially with Haria poking his erect boner between her nighty-wrapped ass-cheeks.
Seeking advantage of the opportunity, Haria slowly started moving his palms up the smooth, silky skin of her hands causing her to close her eyes and tingle with excitement. "Ahhh...s-stop! W-what are you doing now?", she pleaded in a seductive submissive voice, while her eyes remained closed. She was in haze of lust as her mouth became dry and gaped open.
"I'm just making you relaxed, Bhabhi. Your arms must be tired. So I was helping you relax." Haria was taking his time, slowly rubbing his floury hands up and down the length of her smooth arms - from her thin wrist to her chubby upper arms - covering them with sticky dough, which actually made her appearance look way sexier. He kept his lips on her neck, and time and again started flicking his tongue over her smooth skin, making that area wet with his saliva. "Mmmmm....ufff..", this was driving her even crazier as she moaned with pleasuere.
After a few minutes of that, the low-class servant moved his hands away from her arms and placed them on the sides of her waist. My mom gulped, taking her hands off the mixing bowl and resting them on the kitchen counter. She now looked completely under the control of this low-class servant and prepared for what was coming.
My cock was already leaking, so I took out my wiener and slowly started rubbing the tip with my thumb, thereby spreading the precum all over the head of my rod. Then, with my eyes fixed on the monitor, I gently started stroking my hard-on. This was better than any porn movie I had ever seen, and all thanks to Shyam Uncle for this idea.
Anyways, seeing little resistance from my sweet, voluptuous mother, Haria carefully positioned his crotch against her protruding buttocks. He slowly began going in and out in a humping motion causing my mom to shake violently. Her boobs looked like they were about to pop out of her nighty due to the violent shaking. His manly rod was going in and out through her nighty covered ass crack. "Mmmmm go faster...", she moaned in ecstasy. Haria was more than ready to oblige as he shoved his hard, near 9-inch tool against her ass, almost burning a hole through the fabric. He held her waist tighter and began pushing in-and-out like a freaking piston!
""OOuuuffffff.......Ahhhhhhh..... I ccccan't holdddd it anymoreeeee.", my mother suddenly yelled and her whole body shook in a powerful orgasm. She held on the sides of the kitchen counter for support as rivers of cum flew down her aching pussy and the front of her nightgown became totally drenched in pussy fluids.
Haria wasn't done. He released his grip from her waist, stepped back and stared at my mature mother's nighty-covered bottoms and shapely thighs, admiring their lusty structure and licking his lips with approval. His eyes were mainly glued there because my mom's pussy juices had made the entire area wet, causing the material to become somewhat translucent.
My mom, who seemed a little tired after that first orgasm, began turning her head trying to see him over her shoulder. As soon as he saw his perverted expression, staring and smiling at her womanly shame, she said, "Isshhh...don't look at me like this, please.". Although it seemed like she was pleading, her expression was that of desire mixed with shame.
"Can't do it, Bhabhi.", he said with hungry, bloodshot eyes, "I've never seen a hottie like you before. Mmmm look at how much juices spilled out of your cunt."
My mom looked down instinctively and then quickly moved her head away in shame. "Now go from here!", she feebly said, closing her eyes again.
It was a sight to watch my mom in that state! The heat had begun to make her sweat. Her shining hair fell down over her shoulder and the light glistened superbly off her body sweat in streaks, over the small of her back and off the crest of her cleavage. Little beads of sweats were flowing from her forehead and reaching her luscious red lips. That salty sweat mixed with her sweet saliva as she was drooling from the powerful orgasm that she received from the dry humping of this sinister low-class servant. Then the mixture of her sweat and saliva slowly making its way down her chin and dropping inside the valley between her huge mammaries, which was barely covered by the silk nighty.
My mother was ashamed at her act. Her pussy was still dripping as the nighty below her waist became wetter and wetter. "Now go from here!", she said with a feeble voice, as Haria stood at a distance and admired her bulging wet ass over her nighty, with hungry gaping eyes. Any normal pervert would have simply grabbed her forcefully and fucked her then and there. But Haria didn't want to force her. Maybe he was scared of consequences or maybe he just wanted his meal still hot while he devoured it.
"Why Bhabhi?", he asked with the most innocent voice. My mom turned her face in front again as Haria slowly approached her from the back.
"This is n-not ri-right.", she stammered.
Haria again came up behind her, their bodies almost touching. His hands lifted her hair from her sweaty neck, and his tongue licked the salt away. Next thing surprised me highly as this low class perverted servant reached around my mother waist, his hands resting on her nighty-covered midriff while he kissed and licked the back of her pale white neck sending chills down my mom's spine.
"Ahhh....", my sweet innocent mother moaned in pleasure as I stroked my dick in anticipation of what would happen next. This servant was doing a good job, constantly bringing my mom near the edge of passion. Inch by inch, he slowly moved his rough manly hands upwards from her belly and soon they reached her heaving milk tanks. The top part of her nighty could barely contain her magnificent tits as he groped and kneaded them with both hands. "Mmmmm...", my mother moaned in pleasure and her own soft hands automatically climbed towards her bosom as she placed them over her lowborne servant's hands, guiding him in the ways of pleasuring a busty woman like herself. She was again succumbing to the desires and pleasures of this servant. As this illicit adulterous act unfolded in front on my computer screen, I began stroking my dick in rythm with Haria's squeezes of my mother's heavy mammaries.
No sooner, our bold low-class servant decided to take things further. His right hand found it's way inside the opening of my mother's flimsy gown and cupped her juicy left boob. "Ahhhhh....Haria!", my mother gave a scream mixed with pleasure and slight disapproval. She withdrew her hands, but Haria was too engrossed in his acts to stop. With his right hand he started feeling the smoothness of her skin and fullness of her huge, savoury melon. He cupped her breasts firmly, massaging them with vigor. All the while he continued to madly kiss and nibble at her gorgeous neck.
My mom was biting her lips in ecstacy now. "Mmmm....l-let me go Hariaaaa! If Bunty shows up something bad is bound to happen!", she said with a hint of fear yet her eyes were closed in pleasure.
But Haria was too far gone to stop. "How can I stop, Bhabhi? Your luscious body is making me crazy!", he said, matching my mom's heavy breaths. It was clear that Haria did not wanna let this golden opportunity with a sexy, mature woman pass him by. As a matter of fact, he decided to take this even further.
For a second he withdrew his rough palms from my mom's heavy jugs and began tugging on her nightgown. Conscious of his attempts to undress her, my still conservative mom (or at least she was trying to be) grabbed his eager hands to try and stop him. "Don't do it. It's not right.", she protested feebly and then immediately turned around with a desperate expression on her beautiful, kamuk face.
Haria took a step back as my mother faced him. The desperation on her face was evident and the fact that our servant was gawking at her with his hungry eyes, caused her to lower her head in shame. Haria was short. He quickly went close to her, lifted his toes forward and planted a soft wet kiss on her lips. My mom was shocked at his boldness and immediately lifted her face and looked down at this stunted low-class man with surprised eyes, her lips still wet with both their saliva.
This low-class servant was now standing inches from her mature, voluptuous titties and his eyes were shamelessly locked on them. "Bhabhi I wanna say something. That day since I first saw your tasty melons, I have never felt the same pleasure. Can you show them to me again?" Now I was totally shocked! How could he ask that so boldly? And could my mom agree?
My mom tried to show a little bit of anger on her face, "Isshhhhh... aren't you ashamed of asking me this? I am your master and you are my servant! People like you only deserve to be with cheap 'bazaru' women! How dare you ask such a favor from a married woman like me who hails from a rich, honorable family?"
Haria was a good actor. He quickly turned on his puppy dog face and yet with a pleading voice he replied, "Bhabhi, your family is very rich. You can do whatever you want. But I am a small ordinary human being. You can abuse me a 100 times, but please let me see your massive melons one time at least. Then I will be satisfied. Besides, I've seen you in that state before. I doubt there'll be much harm if you show me again." His voice was so pleading and his expressions were so gloomy that my mom started melting. I could see in the video that her expressions had started to change from anger to sadness. She was almost feeling sorry for this cheap bloke.
After some deep thought, she replied, "Ok fine! I'll show you. But no one must know about this."
"Whatever you say, madam." Haria smiled for a second, basking in the glory of his victory. My mother was tensed. Once again she was willingly stripping for another man. Although she must've gotten used to it by now (after the encounters she had had with the tailor and his nephew Haripada, the butcher, Uncle Shyam and Haria himself), her heart was still stuck on being the devoted housewife she prided herself on being.
My mom reached the straps of her nighty that was tied at the shoulders. She was about to pull down the straps from her shoulders, when Haria came even closer and placed his hands over her hers. "Wait, Bhabhi. Give me this golden opportunity." With a tensed expression, my mom nodded her head, allowing this low-class pervert to take his time in undressing her. Haria looked directly at her and slowly worked his hand around pulling the straps of her dress down over her shoulders. Although he was short, his face was close enough to my mom and I was certain she could smell the intoxicating odour of desi alcohol and paan masala. She immediately turned her face away, unable to bear the stench.
When Haria had taken off the nighty, my mom immediately crossed her arms around her waist to prevent it from falling off completely. Haria took a step back, his eyes lit up as he marvelled at the beautiful sight in front of his eyes. My mom's 36DD tits were exposed like two fair, ripe mangoes ready to be devoured. Her light brown nipples like two grapefruits ready to be sucked. Haria licked his lips at the sight of her perfectly round and plentiful breasts. He also noticed what perfect skin she had, from her waist all the way up to her neck, barely a single imperfection, only broken by the occasional beauty spot. Her navel was so deep that you insert your whole thumb into it and so juicy that you could taste it even from afar.
Haria couldn't take it any longer. Shamelessly, he started stroking his dick over his pants, right in front of my mother. Soon, her eyes also trailed towards his huge strapping manhood and they immediately widened at the sight of his monster. "Bhabhi, your melons are making me crazy. Can I touch them once?"
My mom looked at him with mock anger. "Na, ekdom na! Ami ek bhodro ghorer bibahito mohila!", she said, but her eyes will still captivated by the sight of him stroking his huge boner.
"Bhabhi, why are you hiding it from me. I have touched your melons before also. Please let me touch them again.", he pleaded with hungry eyes.
My mom was again lost in thought. I, however, knew what she must've been thinking. Haria was right. He had not only seen my mother's melons, but also touched and fondled them way back before. There was nothing wrong with him touching them again. Besides there was no one else in the house. And it's not like they were having sex. Moreover, there had been plenty of men who had touched her in the past few days, a second time with Haria wouldn't hurt.
While my mom was lost in those thoughts, Haria lost his patience. He reached out with one hand and started cupping her naked breasts with vigor. "Ouch! Don't press them so hard, please. It's huring.". But Haria wasn't gonna let go. He put two fingers on the sides of each boob and ran them round and under, watching how her nipple moved perfectly. From the lusty look on his face, I could understand that he enjoyed these kinds of tits. The sort of boobies that would mould to your hand as you squeezed them and returned to their firm looking form afterwards. From the look in his hungry eyes, I knew that this perverted servant wanted nothing more than to bite into my mom's milk-globes like a ripe nectarine just to savour the taste.
My mom, on the other hand was salivating. She looked like she was completely overcome with the sweet pain of this pervert's molestation and was thoroughly enjoying his rough treatment of her mammaries. With one hand holding her dress, her other hand found it's way to her crotch and I noticed a small stream of womanly juice crawling down the exposed part of her legs (below her knees).
Haria realized that my mom was completely under his control, so he decided to ask a risky favor. "Bhabhi my banana is getting restless because of your melons. It's starting to ache. Shall I take it out. After all, you've seen it before also."
My mom was in a trance. With her eyes locked at his bulging manhood, she said, "Okay. Open!"
Without wasting any time, Haria held his waistband and with one fell swoop, he took off his pants! My mom's eyes widened at the sight of this huge monster between his legs. A hard, black, manly cock swinging proudly in the air. Even my eyes were glued to it! It had to be at least 9 inches tall and 3 inches thick! Surprisingly it was circumcised which added to it's appeal and my mom's jaw dropped while staring at it.
"Do you like it Bhabhi?" My mom was speechless as she was busy staring at this low-class servant's man-meat. "This was only possible because of you."
My mom's eyes were pinned on Haria's throbbing manhood. His cock was hard as a rod and ridged with nerves. Haria thought this was his opportunity. As he continued to fondle her tits, his eyes began roving up over her juicy, rosy lips. I could see in his lusty eyes that he wanted to suckle the warm juices from her protruding lips. He looked at her and nervously asked, "Can I say something, Bhabhi, if you don't mind? After watching you from such a close distance, I feel a strong urge to kiss you!"
Although to me this didn't seem too harsh of a request considering Haria had already seen her topless and also mauled her tits, my mom thought differently. There was some remnance of a devoted housewife still left in her and that part of her immediately awakened when he made such a lewd request. "What, are you crazy?!", she slapped his arms off her tits, "Don't forget your status!"
She started putting back her nightgown but Haria quickly held on to her hands and pleaded, "No Bhabhi, you misunderstand me. Okay I understand if you don't wanna kiss me, but at least you can grab a hold of my dick! Your hot body is making my dick ache!" Oh shit!! The word "dick" made her flinch a little. She was again getting turned on by this low-class pervert's dirty, street language.
My mom looked down at her throbbing 9-inch fuck-meat once again and was again mezmerized by it's size and shape. This was the chance he needed. Now, Haria carefully guided her soft, shaky hand over his warm, throbbing manhood. No sooner, she had her entire palm wrapped around his strong, hard boner. The feel of this man's fat, warm, stiff rod made her shiver in excitement and I could see the lusty look reappearing on my mother's beautiful face. I bet she had been tempted to touch it ever since she first laid eyes on it.
Haria once again went back to fondling her massive jugs. "Ahhhh..." He pinched both her nipples causing her to close her eyes and moan in ecstasy. Perhaps unknowingly or out sexual tension, my mom also started massaging his thick wiener. Man, I was getting a real hard-on watching my homely mature mother giving this low-class servant a handjob in our kitchen!
Her nipples had become stiff as grapefruits now and Haria was getting hornier and hornier as well. He had bloodshot eyes now. It was apparent that he wanted to take things even further. With one hand he again started massaging her heaving breasts while his other hand went down and started pulling the hem of her nighty upwards in a slow manner. My mom didn't care. Her eyes were glued on to his hard manhood and she was busy stroking him like there was no tomorrow.
Slowly, slowly, inch by inch, Haria lifted my mom's nightgown until the slight hairs from her bush were visible. There was absolutely no protest from my mom. Her bush was glistening with pussy juices and it looked like some of it had actually ran down her meaty thighs, as they were sticky with juices. That was all the encouragement this low-class servant of ours needed.
He took his hand off my mom's swollen nipples, flipped her around and lightly pushed her against the kitchen counter now in front of her. As a result, his hard-on was pushed down between her slippery thighs.
"Ahhh...what are you doing?!", she suddenly got back to her senses and started to protest. She couldn't stroke his dick now. But Haria didn't seem to mind.
"Bhabhi, I wanna give you the best time of your life.". Saying that he bent her chubby frame over the kitchen counter and placed his right thumb between her massive ass-cheeks. Then he positioned the rest of the four fingers of his right hand at the entrance of her love-canal. After digging his four finger inside her hairy bush, he finally found the entrance and immediately plunged his middle finger deep into her wet, slippery vagina.
"Isssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!", my mom closed her eyes and screamed in pleasure! She began biting her lower lip in agonizing ecstasy and started scratching the wooden platform beneath her. Then the old servant took it one step further when he inserted his thumb slowly into her uncharted depths of her anus.
"Unghhh....No, not there please!! I'll go crazy!!", she moaned and pleaded, holding on to the kitchen counter for support. I suspected that my mom had never taken anything up her ass and considering the way she was moaning, my suspicions seemed true. Her face was contorted and her rosy cheeks seemed to become red with excitement and a bit of shame.
Haria's middle finger was expertly moving in and out of her love-tunnel while his thumb was penetrating deeper into her asshole. My mother was now slowly losing control, she was consciously spreading her legs wider allowing access to this low-class pervert. "Aaahhhh slowlyyyyy!!!", she occassionally moaned.
"Ufff I can't control myself, Bhabhi.....I have never ever seen such a sweet cunt and phat ass in my life!". Again, his use of expletives - the words "cunt" and pacha ("ass") - were driving my mom over the edge.
"Ishhhh you're very baaaad..... Unghhhh!!! I can't take this torture anymore!!! Ahhhhh!!!!", she was moaning with each word and her pussy juices were flowing down her thighs like a river.
Haria pulled his thumb out of her tight ass-crack. Then he used his middle finger and thumb to expertly massage her clit. A woman's clit is the most sensitive organ and as soon as he started massaging it, my mom let out a huge moan, "AAoooowwwhhhhhhhh!!!"
Haria was massaging it slowly, taking care not get her too excited so that she doesn't have an orgasm. This low-class servant was cleverly pushing my mom towards the edge of her eroticism. Whenever my mom approached orgasm, he would remove his hand from her clit and would continue again when she started to get cold. As I was stroking my dick harder at my mom's submission to this servant lust, I realized that Haria's intention were to get her ready. He wanted this mature, married, voluptuous woman to prepare for his coming manhood.
My mom's pussy was moist with her juices and it seemed like the appropriate time to strike. With his free hand, the perverted servant started stroking his dick over her luscious thighs. He bent forward and licked her sweaty back like a pathetic dog, tasting the saltiness of her sweat mixed with her sweetness. His dick was slowly approaching her aching snatch as he continued to excite it with his expert fingers.
Haria removed his fingers. His cock was now at the entrance of her love-hole and he was slowly rubbing it over her swollen pussy lips. My mom was almost limp, holding on to the kitchen counter for support. Her hair was a mess and she was sweating from head to toe. Haria was overcome with uncontrollable lust. "Bhabhi, I can't hold myself any longer!", he said with a crooked voice.
"Mmmmm....", my mom only moaned.
Unable to wait any longer, Haria forcefully grabbed her smooth thighs with his rough hands and spread them apart. She meekly tried to resist, but her own desires were working against her. The thoughts about being a devoted housewife with a grown-up son had all but escaped her senses. She had lost sight of what was right and wrong, overcome with her own lust! This was it! I was stroking my own dick furiously at this odd and sexy turn of events.
Haria was done teasing her. Moving between her spread legs, he grasped his rigid cock by the base and placed its bloated head against her vaginal opening. forcing the folds of wet flesh apart.
"Ahhhh....It's toooo bigggg!!! I can't take it!!! Ahhhhh" My mother panted and gasped, as she felt the inside of her pussy being slowly pulled apart as it grasped the huge mass being forced into it.
But Haria didn't let up. Instead he said, "Unghhhh....Bhabhi despite all these years you cunt is soooo tight! Ahhhh!! Even my wife didn't have such a tight cunt on the night of our marriage! Ahhhh....Bhabhi!!" Their moans filled most of the audio as Haria grabbed my mom's waist tight and went deeper into her slippery flesh-cavern.
My mother's eyes were teary and she screamed in pleasure and pain as she felt her womanhood being violated, stretched and opened in a way she had never imagined as he continued to slide himself ever deeper into her. Her flesh legs were buckled and she was sweating heavily under him, grinding her hips and grunting shamelessly as she worked to accommodate him. She felt stuffed, her body impaled, as his cock moved further into her tight, grasping channel. He was slowly opening her, reaching places deep inside her, places she had never known existed, creating an intense sensation of pleasurable fullness.
To my surprise, she moaned, "Aaahhhhh Oooofff!! Faster! Pleaseee! Fuck me harder and faster! Make your mistress your slave! Ufff Fucckkkkk meeeee!!!".
I was shocked and excited by the crudeness of her tongue. Never before had I heard my mother speak in such a foul language before. She was definitely enjoying being fucked by someone other than my father even though she had obviously broken her most sacred vow to him, by having sex with another man. And this time there was no going around it!Surprisingly I was getting more and more turned on as I was watching this unfold on my monitor and I was furiously stroking my own dick.
My mom was overwhelmed with lust, gasping and squealing, clawing at the kitchen counter, screaming at him to please fuck her faster. But he kept moving slowly, tormenting her until she couldn't bear it. She must've known, on some far away level, that she was behaving like a total slut, but that didn't stop her as she took control, thrusting her hips backward so fast she almost lifted him off his feet!
"Aaaoooowhhhhh!!" Her orgasm finally hit! My mother gave herself over to her climax completely, remaining in its throes, making no attempt whatever to control her writhing body or stifle the curses and animal-like shrieks that poured from some primitive place inside her.
Haria smiled at her helplessness. His motives were close to being fullfilled. He looked down at her disheveled, sweat drenched form. Then he rocked back on his heels and pulled his still hard cock out of her spent pussy, which now gaped open. My mother was panting heavily, but Haria was still not done. He quickly and aggresively pulled out her nighty which was now a heap of wet cloth clinging to her skin. With that out of the way and my mother still leaning on the kitchen counter, regaining her breath, Haria lunged forward with his 9-inch member straight into her gaping slit!
"Arrrghhhhh....!!!", he moaned alongwith my mom. As he pushed forward, his lean 40-year old physique was once again mashed against my mother's sweaty, curvaceous, naked back.
My mother's eyes widened as Haria increased the pace of his fucking, ramming in-and-out of her moist twat. She grunted loudly as once again she felt the heft of his massive cock burrowing inside her, spreading her pussy walls gently apart as it once again opened her tight channel. For just a moment she might've felt the familiar pain-pleasure from before, although I'm sure it was quickly replaced by pure pleasure as he grabbed her hips and increased his motion, pumping his thick shaft into her more quickly.
"Unghhhhh......Offffff!!! Tomar.....Ahhhhh....laura!!!!", she moaned in unparalleled esctasy. My previously homely, demure mother was coming completely unchained, shaking her head from side to side and beating her fists against the wooden counter, all the while delivering an unbroken cacophony of screams, groans and curses. I didn't think it was possible, but it looked like she was enjoying it even more this time. This perverted classless servant seemed to have wedged his pole in even deeper, or maybe he had just hit some new, more sensitive spots inside her.
My mother was dripping sweat and panting crazily as she looked at him over her shoulder, telling him in a ragged, gasping voice, "Aaarghhh....Fuck me harder!!! I wanna cum once more!!"
After several more minutes of hard pounding, I knew she was close and so did Haria. "Ufff Bhahi, your vaginal muscles are tightening around my long shaft! Unghhhhh....I don't think I can last any longer!"
"Eveeeennn I cannn't holddd on much longerrrr!!! Aaaaaahhhhh!! IShhhhhh!!" My mom finally went over the edge and lost all control. Her mature, sultry body began to shake and convulse crazily and she let out a series of high pitched screams and squeals that echoed throughout the kitchen.
"Bhabhiii I'm alsooo cummminnnggg!!", Haria cried. Although my mom was spent, she did not want Haria to cum inside her. Gathering all her strength she leaned back on Haria chest and forcefully pulled out his cock, with her right hand, just as he was about to cum! Almost immediately, the low class servant erupted! His heavy balls contracted and streams of hot, thick manly cum shot from his near 9-inch cock and hit hard across my mother's fleshy thighs and buttocks!
Even I shot my load along with them as thick spews of hot jizz landed on my computer screen!
Haria slumped to the floor alongwith my mother, utterly spent. They were gasping for air and a few minutes later, my mom started sobbing. Haria was taken aback by her tears and so he tried to console her by placing his hand on her shoulder. Without warning my mom pushed his hand away and gave him a tight slap across his cheek!
"Get out of my house! GET OUT!!", my mom yelled with tears still streaming down her face.
Haria was shocked! Not knowing what else to do, he quickly put on his pants and ran off the front door.
After sobbing for a few minutes, she rose from the ground and started limping out of the kitchen. I assumed she was going upstairs. I checked the timer on the tape. 9:15 PM! They were doing all this while I was fast asleep in my bedroom! This made me even hornier. Finally my mom had crossed her most important line! She was now officially cheating on my father! But at the same time, she was making me and everyone else around her hornier than ever. A new chapter had begun in our lives! One that would surely lead us to much hotter and sexier adventures!
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