Mom Fucked In Train

This happened to me 2 month ago when me and my mom were coming from Howrah after attending family function to new Delhi.
I am Saumil and my mother’s name is Neetu.

Now coming to my mom.
She is of 45 years but still look beautiful.
She is fair is fair in colour and has figure of 38-30-34. She has a beautiful pair of tits which anyone would like to suck.
Although its bit sagging but they are the best I have seen till date .
She has small amount of flesh around her stomach which any one would like to play with.
She is a very conservative lady and never likes to show off.
She often wears saree and jeans.
And due to wedding she had only saree in her luggage.
She looks like a sex goddess in saree.

Now coming to the story .
After finishing the wedding ceremony and function we were returning back to Ahmedabad.
We had ashram express from Delhi to Ahmadabad.
And from Howrah we had Poorva express till Delhi.
We had first ac reservation in Poorva express.
Father was not there as he had to go to Patna.

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 08

The next morning I got up with butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking about what I had learned. My mother and Shyam Uncle were actually doing naughty things with each other for most of the night! I was shocked and amazed to how daring they both were, doing dirty stuff while my father was at home. But I was wondering, did they do it in the living room sofa or were they using Mom-Dad’s bedroom? I felt a cold shiver when the thought of them fucking each other right beside my sleeping Dad, crossed my mind. But I immediately dismissed the thought realizing that this was impossible. No way could they have dared to do that!

I went downstairs to the living room and saw that no one was there on the sofa. But the sofa was still a mess and this meant Uncle Shyam had left early. It was 7:00 AM in the morning and my mom and Dad were still asleep. Truth be told, I was half-expecting my mother to stay asleep after what she must’ve endured last night. I went to the bathroom.

I went to the bathroom and inside, to my surprise, I saw my mom’s nighty that she was wearing last night, hanging from the bathroom clothesline. Wow, does that mean that she’s sleeping naked in my parents’ bedroom right now! I know Dad is still there and it’s totally natural for husband-and-wife to be sleeping in the nude. But the thought of my mom’s naked, chubby frame laid down on the soft bed caused my limp prick to twitch a little. But there was more.

The Incredible Journey

The train slowly started its long journey at exactly five in the evening. It was an express train and its final destination was another, bigger city about 800 kms away. The expected time of arrival at the destination was 7-30 am next morning.

I am Mohan, twenty going on twenty one, a student of final year engineering degree course. I was returning to my college and hostel after spending three weeks of winter vacation at home. I was seated on the comfortable, cushioned lower berth of the First Class Compartment. Those were the days when this was the highest class of travel in Indian Railways and AC coaches on trains were a rarity. As a student traveling home and back, I was allowed a 50% concession on the fare. That made it affordable.

The First class cabin comprised of a total of four berths - two lower berths and two upper berths. As you enter a cabin, there is a set of one lower & one upper berth on your right and another similar set on the left, separated by about three feet of space. Each lower berth had a square window with steel bars welded across it. The window could be closed with either a tinted glass rolling shutter or a louvered sheet metal rolling shutter.

The Train Ride

Rohan watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his watch, he saw that it was already four o'clock. He had been waiting for the train almost an hour. The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train finally came to a stop. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he saw a lady hanging out of a window frantically waving to someone. She was one good looking woman, he thought before he realized that it was his mother. He grinned foolishly, waving back at her. As she continued to wave, he picked up his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. Watching her, he saw that she was leaning farther out the window the nearer he got to her.

"Hello Ma!" he puffed, setting his bag down and reaching up for her.

"Oh, My Beta! I'm so happy to see you," she said leaning down "It seems like it's been forever since I last saw you."

She was leaning out so far out of the window that her saree had fallen to the side revealing her big, soft white breasts. He tried not to look, but the temptation was too great. He felt himself blush as he sneaked a peak down her blouse at her swollen breasts.

"You'd better stop leaning out so far or you'll fall," he told her, pushing her back, hoping her blouse would close and hide her beautiful breasts from view once again.

"I was just so excited to see you," she laughed happily, slowly leaning back into the car.

"Hurry up, get on board," she gushed ecstatically, "Hurry!"

Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door where he saw that he and his mother were put up in a two member cabin. He entered the train and went to their cabin. He smiled cheerfully when he saw his mother standing in the doorway waiting for him.

"Oh, My Beta!" she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a big hug.

The smell of his mother's intoxicating perfume greeted him as he took her into his arms. Hugging her back, he felt the same big breasts he had shamefully stared at earlier now flatten out against his chest. His mother hadn't changed a bit, he thought. She was still a very affectionate woman.

"Come on inside," she told him, taking his hand and pulling him inside, "I have so much to tell you."

Closing the door, Gita turned and looked at him. She didn't speak for a long time as she stood looking at him affectionately. Rohan felt himself blush as his mother's eyes traveled up and down his body. Finally, she sat down beside him. "God, it is good to see you," she sighed, taking hold of his hand and giving it a hard squeeze. "You're all I've got now.” Then she began to talk. It was as if she had held it back ever since her divorce. Now it all came pouring out.

Indian Wife's Holiday

My wife and I planned went on our first trip to north India a couple of years ago. I had been to Bombay previously but it was the first time for Malavika to the north. We had 4 weeks to spend which we divided between Calcutta, Darjeeling, Delhi and Jaipur. In the days preceding the trip we were anxious but equally eager to make the best use of the time available. The night before the trip we had a steamy sex session and we naturally discussed about planning some encounters for my wife during our holidays.

I knew how much my wife was looking forward to it.

It was a bit of a boring journey from Bangalore, but as the night approached it looked promising. We were in the first class AC compartment and shared the coupe with a family of husband, wife and two boys. The couple were in their early forties and were very friendly, although I noticed the man to be particularly friendly with Malavika. We learnt that the couple were called Gopal and Jayshree. His wife was very simple to look at and Gopal was certainly taken by my wife’s good looks. Gopal was also ordinary looking but quite smart. Though inconvenient for travel Malavika wore a saree for the obvious reasons and Gopal was regularly scanning my wife’s torso during our conversation.

It was 11 pm and most people were asleep but we were still awake and so was Gopal. We realized that he was very interested and if presented a chance he would grab it. When he went to the toilet I told my wife,” Malviks please go for it”.

“How?” she asked.

“We need him to get close to you first. Why don’t we ask him to help with opening the window on your side?”, saying so I quickly jammed some paperbits on the crevices of the window and pulled it down. Luckily it was shut firmly and made it tight to operate. Just as Gopal approached the coupe, we pretended to be struggling to open the window. He promptly offered his help and my wife moved back a little to give him space. Gopal was struggling as well and I and Malavika closed in to help. Malavika did not waste any time and leaned onto Gopal to take him by surprise. As all the lights were off it was very convenient. Gopal’s wife and children were on the top berth and deep asleep. Malavika was wearing a nice lavender perfume and that must have lured Gopal even more.

I winked at my wife to encourage her and she let he saree-front slide down and pushed her chest forward onto the back of Gopal’s right shoulder. He was stunned and stopped briefly to assess the situation. The window appeared to loosen slightly and I suggested we carry on. Once we were back at the window, I noticed that Malavika was just leaning against the window for support while she pressed her soft boobs onto Gopal back and shoulder again. At that point the window opened up, but Malavika was already on her erotic trip and was licking her lips with her tongue as she continued to massage her breasts against him. Gopal was very shocked and he withdrew himself and had a look around to ensure no one was watching. Then he looked at me blankly. “She’s all yours” I said pointing to my wife. He lowered himself to sit down and I noticed he was breathing fast.

2927 Vadodara Express

I was 20 years old and just out of college. It was the '70s. I was a virgin who had discovered the wonders of masturbation some weeks ago. I was very curious and my hormones were raging. If there was a sexual revolution on, it had completely bypassed me. A few old issues of Playboy and some bad Black and White pictures of people at sexual intercourse was the only sex education I had had.

I travel a lot for my work, being in Sales and Marketing.

In the past, many of these trips were undertaken at short notice and trains in India as a rule being overbooked, it was not always possible to get a reserved sleeper. I had just graduated and was out to close deals at any cost to do well on my first job. I used to reach the railway station early in tine for the train to come to the platform. I would then push my way into the unreserved compartment and grab some seats.

In this particular instance, I was 2 hours early. I was going from Mumbai to Baroda and had secured myself two seats on this night train, as was my habit. I would always save a seat beside mine, just in case a friend needed one. If no friend turned up, I would offer the seat to a thin passenger and save myself some discomfort.