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What happened to "sunday funday"????

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Update posted. Have a fun

 

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when is the update on this story coming??

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when is the update on this story coming??

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Will come on wedness day

 

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After Diwali, the air in their home still carried faint traces of fireworks and sweets, but something had shifted in Amaran. Vaishnavi noticed it first in the way he touched her—his hands no longer gentle, but possessive, rough around the edges. What started as passionate lovemaking evolved into something raw and primal. His thrusts grew aggressive, pounding into her with a force that left bruises on her hips, and words she'd never heard from him before spilled from his lips: "slut," "whore," "my dirty bitch." At first, it shocked her, but then... it ignited something deep inside. The degradation made her wetter, her moans louder, her body arching toward him in desperate need. She craved it now, the way his insults wrapped around her like a twisted embrace, turning pain into exquisite pleasure.


One crisp morning, the sun filtering through the curtains like golden threads, Vaishnavi couldn't resist any longer. Her nighty clung to her curves, the thin fabric doing little to hide her hardened nipples or the dampness building between her thighs. She slipped into Amaran's room, her heart racing with anticipation. The bed was empty, sheets rumpled from the night before. She heard the flush of the toilet, and then the door swung open. There he was—Amaran, stark naked, his muscular body glistening with a sheen of sweat from whatever he'd been doing in there. His cock hung heavy between his legs, already semi-erect, veined and thick, promising the aggression she now lived for.



Before she could say a word, he lunged at her, his eyes dark with lust. "What the fuck are you doing in here, you needy slut?" he growled, his voice low and commanding. He grabbed her by the waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and shoved her face-first onto the bed. Vaishnavi gasped, her nighty hiking up over her ass as she landed on the mattress, her knees buckling beneath her.

"Oh God, Amaran..." she whimpered, but it was half protest, half plea. She felt the cool air on her exposed skin, her pussy already throbbing in anticipation.

He didn't waste time. Standing behind her, he lifted the hem of her nighty higher, bunching it at her lower back, revealing her round, plump ass cheeks. His palm came down hard—SLAP!—the sound echoing in the room like a crack of thunder. The sting bloomed across her skin, turning it pink, and she yelped, her body jolting forward. "That's for sneaking in here like a desperate whore," he snarled, slapping her again, this time on the other cheek, watching it jiggle under the impact. Vaishnavi bit her lip, the pain mixing with a rush of heat straight to her core. She pushed her ass back toward him instinctively, silently begging for more.



"Fuck, you're soaking already, aren't you?" Amaran taunted, his hand sliding between her thighs. He crushed her pussy with his palm, grinding the heel of his hand against her swollen lips through her thin panties. His fingers pressed roughly, parting her folds, feeling the wetness seep through the fabric. Inch by inch, he worked his middle finger along her slit, teasing the entrance but not entering, making her squirm. "Look at this messy cunt. All wet for my abuse. Say it, bitch—tell me you love it."

"I... I love it, Amaran," Vaishnavi moaned, her voice muffled against the sheets. "I love when you treat me like your dirty slut."

He chuckled darkly, yanking her panties down in one swift motion, exposing her fully. Her pussy glistened, pink and puffy, her clit peeking out like a needy pearl. Amaran knelt slightly, his breath hot on her skin as he leaned in. "Good girl. Now get on your knees and show me how much."



He pulled her up by her hair—not too gently, but enough to make her scalp tingle—and spun her around to face him. Vaishnavi dropped to her knees on the floor, her nighty still hiked up, her breasts heaving with each breath. Amaran stood over her, towering and dominant, his cock now fully hard, standing proud at least 8 inches, thick as her wrist, the head swollen and leaking a bead of precum. He gripped the base, stroking it slowly, inch by inch, from the root where his balls hung heavy, up the veined shaft to the tip, making it twitch in front of her face.

"Bitch, open your mouth," he commanded, his free hand cupping her chin roughly, forcing her lips apart. "Lick and suck your darling's cock like the cum-hungry whore you are."

Vaishnavi obeyed instantly, her eyes locked on his as she parted her lips wide. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the underside of his shaft, starting at the base where his musky scent filled her senses. Inch by inch, she traced her tongue upward, feeling every ridge and vein pulse against her. When she reached the head, she swirled around it, tasting the salty precum, before wrapping her lips around the tip and sucking gently at first, her cheeks hollowing.

"Fuck yes, that's it," Amaran groaned, his hand tangling in her hair to guide her deeper. "Take it all, you filthy bitch. Choke on it."

She hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers up his cock as she took him deeper. Inch by inch, she slid down—first the head filling her mouth, then halfway along the shaft, her tongue pressing flat against the underside. Saliva dripped from her lips as she bobbed, sucking harder now, her hands reaching up to cup his balls, rolling them gently while she worked. Amaran thrust his hips forward, forcing another inch into her throat, making her gag slightly, tears pricking her eyes. But she didn't stop; she loved the way he used her mouth, the dirty words fueling her.

"God, your mouth is made for this, isn't it? Sucking cock like a pro," he panted, pulling out briefly to slap his wet shaft against her cheek—once, twice—before shoving back in. "Now, my turn. Get on the bed, spread those legs, and let me taste that sloppy pussy."

Vaishnavi pulled back, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She scrambled onto the bed, lying back and spreading her thighs wide, her nighty pushed up to her neck now, exposing her full breasts with their dark, erect nipples. Amaran climbed between her legs, his hands gripping her inner thighs and pushing them apart further. He dove in without warning, his tongue flat and broad as he licked from her entrance up to her clit in one long, slow stroke.

"Mmm, you taste like sin, bitch," he murmured against her folds, his breath hot. Inch by inch, he explored her—first teasing her outer lips with soft licks, then parting them with his fingers to expose her inner pinkness. He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it between his lips, while two fingers plunged inside her, curling upward to hit that spongy spot. Vaishnavi arched off the bed, her hands fisting the sheets.

"Oh fuck, Amaran! Yes, eat my pussy like that... call me your whore while you do it," she begged, her voice breathless.

He lifted his head just enough to smirk. "You're my whore, alright. This cunt belongs to me. Say it."

"It's yours... all yours, darling," she cried out as he added a third finger, stretching her, pumping in and out with wet, squelching sounds. His tongue flicked her clit rapidly now, inching her closer to the edge. He bit down lightly on her inner thigh, leaving a mark, then returned to sucking, his free hand slapping her ass again for good measure.

They flipped positions seamlessly, lost in the haze. Vaishnavi straddled his face, grinding her pussy against his mouth as he licked and sucked from below, his hands crushing her ass cheeks. "Ride my face, slut. Drown me in your juices," he demanded, muffled but insistent. She did, rocking her hips inch by inch, her clit dragging over his tongue until she shattered, her orgasm crashing through her in waves, squirting a little onto his chin.

But they weren't done. Amaran flipped her onto all fours, positioning himself behind her. His cock, still slick from her mouth, pressed against her entrance. "Beg for it, bitch. Tell me how bad you want this cock to wreck you."

"Please, Amaran... fuck your dirty bitch hard. Fill me up inch by inch," she pleaded, pushing back.

He obliged, thrusting in slowly at first—one inch, then two, stretching her walls until he was buried to the hilt. Then the aggression took over: he pounded into her, each stroke deep and brutal, his balls slapping against her clit. "Take it, you nasty whore... feel every fucking inch owning you." Their bodies slapped together rhythmically, sweat-slicked and frantic, dirty words flying between moans—"Harder, you bastard!" "Cum for me, slut!"—until they both exploded, his hot seed filling her as she clenched around him.

Exhausted, they collapsed, tangled in sheets and each other, the aggression fading into a twisted tenderness. Vaishnavi smiled, tracing his chest. "I love this new you."

Amaran grinned back. "Good, because this is just the beginning, my little bitch."

One day Ashwini forced Jaganathan to go to a new super hit movie that was running in the only theater in town. Jaganathan agreed and asked Amaran to get the tickets by going to the theater in the morning before going to college. Amaran reached the theater and bought 4 tickets for the 7 PM show.

In the evening, they were getting ready to leave for the movie. Amaran was expecting that Vaishnavi would come and ask for permission to wear her bra and panty as they were going out, but to his surprise, she just wore her sari and a sexy blouse and got ready to leave. His slut was now eager to get fucked by her son and did not even wear her under garments. Amaran just signalled Vaishnavi asking whether she was wearing bra and panty to which she nodded her head in negative and winked at him. Amaran was happy and they left for the theater.

At the theater Amaran told Jaganathan that they had got four seats but at different places. Two seats were in the balcony and two seats were below in the stall.

Jaganathan first scolded Amaran for buying such tickets saying how they could sit at different places and then looked at Vaishnavi. Vaishnavi said that it was ok, looking at the crowd which seemed to have some rowdy elements, she asked Jaganathan to sit with Ashwini in the balcony and she would sit with Amaran in the stall. Jaganathan agreed reluctantly and entered the balcony with Ashwini. Amaran and Vaishnavi entered the stall to take their seats which were in a corner at the end of the row. Amaran had selected the other two seats in the balcony such that Jaganathan and Ashwini could not see where he was sitting with Vaishnavi.

The movie was very popular and the theater was jam packed. The stall had the usual teenage and rowdy crowd. The movie began and people were shouting and whistling to the dialogues and songs that were shown on the big screen.

There was a very raunchy item song after 20 minutes in the movie. The heroine was very fair and sexy and she was dancing with the least amount of clothes. The crowd went berserk and started to dance on the seats and throw money at the screen. Amaran signaled Vaishnavi to get up and they came out of the hall slowly without raising anybody’s suspicion. They entered the corridor and Amaran moved towards a huge pillar near the far end of the corridor where there was only a dim light falling from outside.



As soon as they reached there, Amaran pushed Vaishnavi with her back to the pillar and smooched her on the lips. She first tried to tell him that it was a public place and very dangerous to do anything there but as soon as his tongue entered her mouth and he placed her hand on his erect 9 inch monster, she understood that her master, his cock would not leave her without fucking her there.

They kissed passionately for 5 minutes as Amaran's right hand mauled her boobs and left hand had lifted her sari from below and was playing with her pussy lips that were getting wet. She held his head with her right hand and her left hand had opened his pant zip and was inside stroking his cock. They kissed erotically and his fingers were now playing with her clit making her moan. “Mmmmm.. Hmmm ……. mmm” she was moaning as their tongues were rolling in each other’s mouth.

After some time, Amaran pushed her down on her knees and she understood that her master, his cock needed her mouth. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth and started to lick it as a professional slut. She was now a master in sucking cock and his cock always enjoyed her mouth. She started to lick his balls which were now the size of big lemons. She took each of his balls in her mouth and sucked them for a few minutes. Her tongue licked the entire nine inches of his cock from the base to the top. She then slowly started to take the 3 inch thick snake in her mouth.

Because his dick had been growing in size over the last 6 months since they started fucking, she still had trouble to take his entire length in her mouth. She had even mentioned that his limp cock was the size of the erect cock of Jaganathan.

Slowly she was adjusting her mouth to the thickness of his cock and trying to take more of it inside. Her warm soft mouth and throat were being stretched to their limits. She was stopping in between to breathe normally and then continued to suck his cock. Amaran was holding her head but allowed her to control the movements as per her convenience.

After 15 minutes, Amaran held her head tight and started to push his cock harder. Till now she had taken only about 7-8 inches in her throat and another inch and half were outside.

“Guk …. Guuuk ……..Guuuuuk” sounds were coming out of her mouth as she was struggling to take his nine inches deep in her throat. Amaran was in a position to see if somebody comes around the corridor from the far end while Vaishnavi was hidden by the pillar. Amaran was now forcing his entire nine inches in her throat. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as he fucked her mouth hard. She was panting and wanted to take a few breaths in between and tapped on his thighs.

Amaran relaxed and pulled half of his cock out as she took a few deep breaths before he shoved the whole nine inches again in her throat. It was a sight to see. Vaishnavi was taking the nine inch long and three inch thick cock of her son deep down her throat in the corridor of a movie theater. Her sari was now on the ground exposing her deep cleavage in her sexy blouse.

Amaran fucked her mouth for another 5 minutes and then exploded his hot semen deep in her throat. She swallowed it all as a good slut. “Take it bitch, drink all my cum you slut. You like to be fucked in a public place don’t you? That’s why you did not ask my permission to wear your bra and panty today huh? Drink your masters cum like a cumslut you bitch” Amaran said. She drank all the cum and started to lick his cock clean.


Amaran saw that there was a man coming down the corridor towards them. Amaran pulled his dick out of her mouth and zipped up and asked her to stand up and adjust her sari. Amaran then moved out from behind the pillar and walked towards the man.

Amaran went ahead and asked him pointing at Vaishnavi, “Where is the ladies toilet?” He looked at Amaran and then Vaishnavi before directing them to the corridor on the other side of the theater. Amaran and Vaishnavi walked towards the other side of the corridor and found the sign for ladies toilet. Amaran asked Vaishnavi to go inside and see if anybody else is there inside. She went in and came out after a few minutes saying nobody is there. Amaran checked the corridor to make sure nobody sees him going inside a ladies toilet and then they entered inside.

Amaran took Vaishnavi into a toilet and locked it. They then hugged each other and started kissing passionately. Amaran opened the hooks of her blouse and freed her boobs. Amaran licked her nipples and her cleavage hungrily. She moaned at the pleasure and pressed his head on her boobs.

After 10 minutes of sucking, licking and mauling her boobs, Amaran opened his pants and pulled up her sari till her waist. Amaran lifted her right leg up and held it high on his left hand and kept the tip of his dick on her pussy as she adjusted her legs a bit so that his dick can enter her moist and already wet pussy. “Aaaaaahh ..Oooohhh ….yeesssss …… fuck me master ..fuck your bitch” she moaned. Amaran asked her to keep quiet and started to stroke her slowly. His nine inch dick was not going in fully but he kept fucking her making sure that the tip of his cock rubbed her g spot.

She was now kissing him and kept moaning. Amaran increased the pace and the toilet was filled with her moans and the fach fach fach sound of his dick ramming her pussy.

Suddenly, they heard the main door to the toilet open and a few ladies walked in. It was the movie interval time and ladies came to the toilet to relieve themselves.

They both kept their mouths shut and Amaran proceeded to fuck her. This was amazing feeling as Amaran was fucking his slut Vaishnavi in a ladies toilet while he could hear other ladies dropping their panties and pissing in the adjacent toilets while chatting about how handsome the hero of the movie is and that the heroine is not a good match for him as she dresses in slutty clothes.

Amaran and Vaishnavi were listening to their conversations and fucking each other. Somebody knocked on the door of their toilet asking how much more time will you take for pissing?

They just remained quiet while his cock was drilling Vaishnavi’s pussy. All that the other ladies could hear was the fach fach fach sound coming from the toilet that they were in. Vaishnavi was biting her lips hard to avoid moaning as she was feeling immense pleasure from the touch of his cock head to her g spot. Finally she let out a soft moan and released her juices as she came on his cock shuddering in an intense orgasm.

Some lady outside commented that the lady inside must be shitting as she heard the moan from Vaishnavi. Other ladies laughed and went about their job of pissing and then washing their pussies before they left. Vaishnavi asked Amaran to stop for a moment and then she turned around and lifted her sari from behind till her waist asking him to fuck her from behind.

Amaran moved her towards the wall so that she could rest her head on the wall and inserted his dick in her pussy with a hard push. “Aaah” she moaned as his whole nine inches went inside in one go. Amaran started to fuck her like a bull was fucking his cow. Her boobs were swinging like cow udders from her open blouse and Amaran was pinching her nipples. She again bit her lips to stop her moans and Amaran kept fucking her hard with fach fach fach sounds.

As the interval time ended, they no more heard any noises outside and Amaran started to fuck her harder thrusting his whole nine inches inside her every time and pulling out completely till only the tip remained inside.

Even after 6 months of fucking her cunt, it remained tight and was giving immense pleasure to his cock. Just then they heard Jaganathan’s voice near the outside door of the toilet. “Don’t worry, I will stand here only. You go ahead and come back soon” he was telling Ashwini.

Ashwini entered the toilet beside the one they were in and Amaran could hear her sliding down her panty and starting to piss. After a few minutes, they could hear her pulling up her panties and she went away.

That was something; Amaran was fucking Vaishnavi in a ladies toilet and Jaganathan was standing guard as Ashwini was taking a piss nearby. This made his cock very hard and Amaran thrust harder in Vaishnavi’s pussy making her to open her mouth and a moan escaped her mouth.

Ashwini heard the moan but washed her hands and went near Jaganathan saying, “I’m done. Let’s go.” Amaran reached down and using his right hand started to flick Vaishnavi's clit while he inserted his thumb from the left hand in Vaishnavi's ass. “Aaahh……Nooooo” she moaned louder. Amaran kept fucking her hard and his nine inch long cock was entering the depths of her womb.

After another 10 minutes, Amaran released his hot load of cum in her pussy. She had another orgasm and was very weak in her legs. Amaran kept his dick in her pussy for a few minutes till the last drop of his cum was deposited and then pulled out his cock with a plop sound. She was panting and dropped her sari down before hooking her blouse in place.

Amaran then asked her to go out and see if any other lady is there or not so that he can move out quickly. She went out and checked that there was nobody in the corridor and they safely moved out of the toilet. They then went to the food counter and had some water and samosa as they were hungry.

While eating Amaran was chatting with the counter boy about the theater. He said this is the last show and hence most of the workers have already left after the interval. Amaran asked him if there is any way to go out apart from the main door. He said there is a small door near the gent’s toilet area where the workers go out and have a smoke.

Amaran thanked him and paid him the money for the food. Amaran winked at Vaishnavi and asked her to follow him. They went near the gent’s toilet and Amaran entered inside to see if there is anybody present. There was nobody so Amaran called Vaishnavi inside. “You fucked me inside ladies toilet. Now you want to fuck me inside gent’s toilet too?” she asked smiling.

“No bitch, I only want to piss in my toilet slut. Now get on your knees and open your mouth wide.” Amaran asked her. She understood and knelt down in front of him and opened her mouth. Amaran put his cock in her mouth and started to piss slowly. As a good whore, she started to drink his piss. After drinking all his piss, she sucked and cleaned his cock. They then moved out of the gent’s toilet before anybody arrives and proceeded towards the door mentioned by the food counter boy and went outside the theater.

The door led to an open area behind the theater. There was open ground behind the theater and a few trees and bushes to one side of the theater. Amaran took Vaishnavi to the bushes near the trees. It was already dark as the time was around 8:30 PM. There was nobody around and they went behind a tree as that place was covered by the bushes around the tree. Only some light was coming from the headlights of passing vehicles on the road that was about 15 meters away.

“Son, where are you taking me? Let us go back inside as it is very dark here. Somebody may see us here and we may get in trouble” Vaishnavi said as she looked around the area.



Amaran had dropped her sari from her shoulders and started kissing her cleavage. She just closed her eyes and surrendered to him. The sweat on her boobs smelled exotic and Amaran smelled and licked her boobs while slowly opening the hooks of her blouse. As Amaran opened her blouse and held her boobs in his hands, the nipples became erect due to the cold night breeze hitting her boobs.

“Son, you have truly made me a whore. I have become your slut who enjoys being fucked by her master any where he wants. Suck them son…… aaah …..suck my nipples ……lick my boobs ……. aaaahhh …. hmmm ….. yesssss” she moaned. Amaran was pressing, kneading, and licking her boobs like they were two big papayas.

Amaran licked her nipples sensuously and pinched the other one; repeating the same for about 10 minutes. “Ooooohh …… Haaaaaa … mooreee ……. yessss” she kept moaning as there was nobody to hear them. “Fuck me master ……. Aaaahhh …… my pussy needs your cock son …….aaaah …..pleaaassee …….fuck me” she said.

Amaran left her boobs and said, “Turn around and open your pussy for your master bitch, I will fuck you like the bitch you are slut.”


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She turned around and placed her hands on the tree trunk after lifting up her sari till her waist and bending forward. Amaran placed his cock on her pussy and gave a strong shove. His entire nine inches were now inside her pussy. “Aaaahhh ……. Maaaa ..Yeeeesss ……. fuck me son ……. fuck your mother …… fuck your slut bitch” she moaned loudly.

Amaran began to ram her cunt with his 3 inch thick cock. She was wet and dripping juices in liters. His cock still found it difficult to enter as her cunt lips stretched to accommodate his monster dick. “Haaaa …. Maaaa ……..Yeesss” she moaned as Amaran kept fucking her from behind while his right hand playing with her clit.

The scene again looked like a bull fucking his cow as her breasts were swinging wildly like cow udders and his cock was pounding her cow pussy making thap ….. thap ….. thap ….. thap ….. thap ….. thap sounds. Her ass was giggling wildly with his every thrust as Amaran's left hand was fondling her left boob and pinching her nipple while right hand was rubbing and pinching her clit. “Aaa …..aaaaa …..aaaaa …….aaaa …….aaaaa ……aaa …… aaaaaa” she moaned continuously as his cock rammed her cunt with thap ….. thap ….. thap ….. thap ….. thap ….. thap sounds.


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"Ohhh Gooodd …….you motherfucker……..fuck me harder …….you dog …….fuck your bitch” she shouted. These words made Amaran mad and he pinched her nipple and clit hard at the same time and gave rapid deep thrusts in her pussy. “Aahhhh ….. Nooooo ……I’m cummiiinnngg” she moaned as his cock entered her uterus hole and they both came together copiously.

She leaked lot of juices on his cock and Amaran gave many hot spurts of thick semen in her womb. They stayed still for a few minutes panting from the pleasure and exhaustion. Amaran slowly pulled out his cock from her pussy and immediately sat down to lick her pussy. Amaran licked her pussy clean eating all their mixed juices. She was still recovering from her orgasm as Amaran stood up and put his dick in her mouth. She licked and cleaned his dick with happiness in her eyes. They then got dressed and kissed passionately one more time.

She looked very happy and satisfied as they entered the theater again and sat down on their seats. After 10 minutes, the movie ended and they all reached back home and hit the sack after having dinner.

 

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Wonderful sexy update along with sexy pics...good one bhai...look forward to the next update whenever you get time.

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Deva is not a womanizer but loves all the women (30 to 40 attracts him more, but honestly, even up to 45 gets him going). He gets more excited looking at those in this age group; they have much eagerness to enjoy life by fucking. Sorry, he got diverted lol.. Listen, this lecturer is of age 45 and Deva was 20. They had already met once in the canteen—there was a huge rush, and in the crowd, Deva accidentally-on-purpose groped her ass and breasts while pushing through. She didn't say anything, just gave him this knowing smile and pressed back a little, like she enjoyed it. That moment stuck with him, and after that, Deva started trying to flirt with her whenever he could. He saw her twice more in four days and got attracted to her dressing and her physique. My god, he loves her; she is so hot and he can fuck her all night. When he masturbates, he gets reminded of her—that’s the time he planned to try to get this lecturer on bed.

By making a phone call, Deva thought to know if she is friendly or strict, especially after that canteen grope. When she is in the college, he took the number which is on her staff profile and rang to that number from a 1-rupee coin-box public phone.

Deva: Hello hiii, my name is Deva, are you in the staff room ma'am, are you busy now!

Amudha: Yes, I'm in the college, where are you from… do you have any doubt in the subject today?

Deva: No ma'am, I'm sorry I don't have any academic query and I'm not struggling with studies as well. Just called to let you know that I have seen you twice when you are on the way to your lectures, and remember that canteen rush? I was really attracted to your attitude and personality and just thought that I must say this to you in anyway.

Amudha: Do you know I'm a lecturer? I have the number for students not for fun. Please don’t make any calls like this. And about the canteen... that was inappropriate.

Deva found her voice very polite and soft (even though she was a bit harsh in words lol). Sorry to interrupt ma'am.

Deva: I felt you are so attractive and just thought to convey you this—you are beautiful. Thank you, bye (he cut the phone).

Later after two days, Deva saw her in a yellow saree walking to her class on campus. He saw her from the hostel terrace and not able to control himself, he made a call to her again, thinking about how she enjoyed that grope.

Deva: Hi ma'am, how are you?

Amudha: Yes, I'm good, who is this?

Deva: I said “yellow color made you glow and you look hot as well”. My compliments ma'am. And I haven't forgotten how you felt in the canteen.

Amudha: Hey, you again!.. Where are you from, idiot? Why are you doing like this? That canteen thing was a one-time accident.

Deva: I just complimented you dear (he cut the phone).

The very next day, Deva saw her from the terrace; before she entered into the staff room, she was looking left and right to check if anyone is checking her. He made a call then.

Deva: Hey dear, I saw you searching for me.

Amudha: You saw me!.. Hey, tell me from where you are looking at me?

Deva: Hm… yes, I will tell you if you accept my friendship and love.

Amudha: Listen, what made you to talk to me like this? I'm a lecturer, I am married. And groping me in the canteen doesn't give you the right.

Deva: So….? After a pause, I said you are a beautiful woman—that’s all I was attracted to and just by looking at you, I feel more energetic and happy which cannot describe, sorry. Plus, you seemed to enjoy that touch in the rush.

Amudha: You speak good.. But I think you are a bad boy.

Deva: Ha ha ha, why do you think so dear?

Amudha: How dare you are to make a call to a lecturer and flirt with her after groping her?

Deva: Hey ha ha ha, I'm not ringing to every woman I feel attractive. It happened to see you everyday and I must admit that I am flirting with you because you are a beautiful lecturer, and that canteen moment made me bold.

Amudha: Tell me how could you see me everyday? Where are you from?

Deva: I will let you know through my cell phone dear. Can I have your number?

Amudha: Ah aahh, finally you asked my number.. Hmm, take my number..

Deva noted her number and made a call from the terrace and after 5 mins, he said I saw you in the same yellow saree today.

Deva: Can I see you now? Please come out of your staff room as if speaking through phone!

Amudha: No no, that’s not good. Colleagues and the students are there outside.

Deva: Hey, there is no student outside now and ask your colleague to handle something and make them leave the place dear.

Amudha: You won't leave it seems.

Deva: First I need to hold you dear, only then I can leave you—like in the canteen, but better.

Amudha: Stop talking like this idiot (with a smile), wait I will come outside.

She came out and said something to the colleague and as if speaking on the phone, she is looking for him.

Amudha: Where are you? I'm standing outside now.

Deva: Yes, I saw you looking for me..

Amudha: You saw me!!! From where you look at me?

Deva: You look so hot dear, I would have kissed you if you are my girlfriend and just kissed one time in phone.

Amudha: Hmm… pause… why don’t you give me that in person now?

Deva got much excited and asked are you sure?

Amudha: Just come soon, I will leave the staff room for the day in the next 30 min.

Deva dressed up well and felt his leg is trembling but in 3 min, he went to the staff room..

Deva said he will be there in staff room in 5 mins and at the step of the door, he excused “hi ma'am, can I come in.. how are you!”

Amudha: Yes pls.. hi.. so you are Deva, she smiled and said you look good but very young.. how dare enough you came here for just I said.. especially after that canteen grope.

Deva: Actually I'm so scared for this live chat but gathered some courage and came here”..

Amudha: Hm, came here then..

Deva then hmm looking at her transferred his look to her saree.. and could see her face turned scary.

Amudha: Hey.. idiot.. don't look at me like that, this is staff room.

Deva: Hey, I just saw what looks more attractive on you..

And said your saree suits you well.

Amudha: Hm hmm.. you like yellow color?

Deva: Since it makes you more attractive, yes I like it..

Amudha smiled and said I think we can change the topic.

Deva: If you don't like, it's ok we can change it.

Amudha: (in a husky voice looking down) Don't you know it's not good to discuss here? Sorry.

Deva: Hey why sorry and all.. I know but I just tried to get what I came for, building on that canteen fun.

Amudha: What's that you came for?

Deva: I heard my dear one asked me to kiss her in live.

Amudha: Yes but…. how?

Deva stood up and went near to her standing very close to her, asked her can I?

Amudha just nodded her head.. hmm.

Deva hold her hand and raised her.. standing together looking at her, said it feels good to hold a woman's hands and waiting for her to kiss him..

Amudha just said hey and kissed him on his lips.. Deva kissed her back and hugged softly to which she hugged very tightly.

Deva unlocked the kiss and started to kiss her neck and bite it softly; she left a soft moan ahhh hm.. Deva touched her bare hip and moved his hand softly towards the belly and then to her breast.. He pressed and she gasped hmm as like crying.. Deva was like omg.. she said not to tease her like this and kissed him again..

Amudha: Pls stop, it's enough.

Deva hugging her and looking at her, said it feels like heaven dear..

Amudha: Call me Amudha da.

Deva: Sure chellam, I will call you so..

Amudha: Hope you got what you came for.

Deva: Yes.. but I got some lipstick as well.

Amudha: Go back to class dear, it's time for me to leave..

Deva: Hm ok ma'am, thank you for the guidance and the lesson.

Amudha smiled.

Deva: Hope I need to come back for regular doubts and smiled.

Amudha: You are most welcome Deva.

Deva: Ok dear bye, I will text u.

Amudha: Hmm leave, I will text you once I reach home.

Later that night Deva received a msg, hey dear.

Deva: Hi.

Amudha: You made me wet today, just like in the canteen but more.

Deva: Wet! When?

Amudha: Hmm, a place where you didn't touch me today is all wet now..

Deva: Ohhhh ok ok ok.. do you need any help to dry it now, hope at least I can wipe it from here.

Amudha: Hey.

Deva: Shall I?

Amudha: What you gonna do?



Deva: Shall I touch you there?

Amudha: Where?

Deva: On your wet pussy.

Amudha: Hm…

Deva: I hug you tightly and pull your hair and with that pain I touch belly and insert my hand inside.

Amudha: Hmmm..

Deva: I touch your wet pussy with my finger and moving it.

Amudha: Ahhh (her voice is shaking).

Deva: I place my palm on your pussy and crush it baby.. am rubbing your pussy now yes!

Amudha: Hmk hmmk.

Deva: I insert my finger inside your pussy and finger fucking now.. do you like it baby?

Amudha: Pls fuck me hard Deva, plsss.

Deva: When!?

Amudha smiled n said idiot not in live..

Deva: Why not?

Amudha: How?

Deva: When you are alone in the staff room, you let me know I will come there as like I ask for doubt clarification in your subject.

Amudha: Only after 11.30am my colleagues leave for classes.

Deva: Will you be alone after that? Until when?

Amudha: Yes until 5pm.

Deva: If you are interested to have a live session we could dear. Think and let me know tomorrow.

Amudha: If I call will you come to staff room?

Deva: If you want me to come to staff room I will come 100% and give you whatever you expect from me.

Amudha: What will you give me?


Deva: The notes you gave me today and I hope we can discuss more on the lesson you gave me in staff room today, and build on that canteen grope.

Amudha smiled and said hmm I will check I let know tomorrow..

Deva: Hmm I will be waiting for it dear.

Amudha: Yes me too waiting for something.

Deva: I understood ok good night.

Amudha: Ok gn.. dnt msg until I do.

Deva: I wont do.

Amudha: Hmm.

Deva was waiting for the msg from morning 6am and not able to concentrate in anything..

He was like checking the msg continuously and later by 10am he received a msg as good morning and he replied to see this good morning I waked up before 4 hrs baby..

Amudha: What do you think .. can we do today?

Deva: Baby if your place is safe and if you are willing to enjoy without no one else know about this just let me know.

Amudha: I love u.

Deva: I love you too baby.. will meet you at 12..

Amudha: Dont be in a hurry I will let you know idiot.

Deva: Hmmm.

At 11.30am Deva received a message as colleagues left for classes. Just by hearing this his BP raised, lol. Immediately he called her and asked whats shall do now. She said hope you can do anything u want if u come to staff room. OMG !! He was really excited and took his Yamaha Rx-100 bike and reached the college in 10min. He just parked the bike and gave her a call and confirmed with her shall I come in. She just said “am alone”. Guys believe me he got precums in his vests just by listening to her voice and the situation am going through.

Deva checked his notebook cover and a folded paper and went in staff room, just to let the people think am getting in officially. Guys there is no doubt for others, no one gonna come to staff room until 5pm, no body is gonna stop him, she is ready to welcome him.. but still the thought is there “will I fuck her”. A fear and joy together as like being in love, guys it is such a great feel. Ok not to drag you out, Deva opened the gate and walked to the door. She was looking at him through the window all this time and once he reached the door, before he knocked the door she opened it with lusty shy look but checked outside to see is there anybody looking at them.

Deva stepped inside and once she closed the door he held her hair and pulled slightly and kissed her neck for which she moaned and hugged him tight and said we got more time be patient. He just raised her in his hands and carried her to the couch in the staff room to which she guided him.

They switched on the fan and started to kiss each other. As if kissing he held her hip hugged her tightly and placed his hand on her breast (she was wearing a salwar in white color with colorful flowers designed in it). He just placed his hand on her breast and feeling the curves of it softly, reminding her of the canteen grope.

She held his hand and pressed herself very hard as if he felt his hand is paining and she started to twist her neck moaning hmm hmm hmmm ahhhh ahhhh. After few min of crushing he stepped back,

Amudha: What happen baby.

Deva: Dear its paining inside.

Amudha smiled and said idiot u don’t need to be decent.

Deva: Hmm hmm ok then pls suck my burning balls baby.

Amudha just kneeled down and kissed the bulge of cock over the pant.

Deva just removed his tshirt immediately and held her hair.

Amudha undid the pant button and with her teeth she unzipped his pant.

Deva looking at her how hot she is and enjoying the way she is moving through him.

Amudha removed his pant and kissed his cock above the vest and she saw the precums in his vests and smiled at him as if kissing the bulge.

Deva standing nude with the vest on and the lecturer is playing with the bulge.

Amudha then stood up and held his bulge and pressed it hard.

Deva hugged her and instantly removed her salwar and she is standing with her bra and panties.

Amudha feeling shy sat on the couch facing backwards.

Deva heard some noise and saw outside it was raining heavily. But they both were sweating in this fan room and outside it is raining. He felt amazed of whats going through and decided to be slow and lovable. He jumped over the couch and sat beside her.

Amudha took a cushion beside and hugged it showing her back to him.

Deva blew air on her neck and ran his fingers on her back as much softly as he can. She is feeling good and loved the way he did.

Amudha moaned “hmm hey you are sweet and passionate dear.”

Deva lowered himself and kissed her toe and then her fingers..

Amudha: Hey stop teasing and come over me baby..

Deva said “hmm am on the way baby” and kissed her thighs and bit it softly for which she turned back and kept her cushion on her belly.

Amudha: Hmm heyy hmm.

Deva stepped in between her legs and raised her legs under her knees.

Amudha tried to twist and roll free to which he didn’t let her go and held her tight.

Deva kissing now and then rubbed teeth on her thighs and gave her some pain.

Amudha: Hmmm hmm baby you are making me mad ah ahmm.

Deva spread her legs more wider he could and saw her panties is all wet, without wasting time he opened his mouth and placed it on her panty and rubbing it with his teeth and some times chewing the panties with her pussy flesh.

Amudha got hold of his head and then his hairs and raising her pussy towards his mouth.. she started to roll her hip asking him to eat the pussy completely.

Deva got hold of her breast over her bra and pressing it meantime she removed it herself and managed to remove the panty as well. He removed his vest in the mean time.

Amudha said speak something dirty and give me some pain with your love baby.

Deva placed his palm (hand) on her pussy and rubbed it hard and crushed it sometime when he is eating her breast..

Her nipples were very erect and hard to which he could suck those apples and bite the nipples.

Amudha: Ahhh ahhhh eat me baby and she grabbed his cock and just holded it..

Deva: Is am hurting you baby?

Amudha: I love it baby don’t stop make me cry .. insert in and fuck me hard baby pls… (ulla vida da pls)

Deva placed his cock on her pussy and rubbed it to which she just hold his cock and inserted it herself in her pussy…

Amudha: Ahhhh hmm fuck me baby… (pannu da)

Deva slowly got into the flow and increased the speed and after a min his cock fell out and in just one push he inserted it and she shouted ummmfff ah ha ah aah aha ah aha ah aha ah.

Deva pulled her to the corner of the couch and fucked her for 35 mins with lots of sounds in the room. Pat pat pat pat ah aha ha ha ha ha haa h aha aha ha hmmm she started to gasp for air and found she is tired and said she cummed twice already and in another min he fucked her deep and deeper as much he could and cummed inside her he sprayed thrice and for each and every spray of sperm in her womb she twisted her body and then he let his cock to get some air.

Deva felt exhausted and she was very tired as if her eyes were half closed and tried to stand up to which she could not stand on her own. Deva held her let her lie down on couch and went to grab some water for her. He gave to her and saw tears in her eyes and she drank the water. Deva was confused why she is crying now and asked what happen baby did I hurt u much.

Amudha smiled and said “idiot you cant understand anything’ its because of the pain and love you gave me now and they both went and stood in front of fan.

In a few min they went to washroom and bath together and later Deva dressed up had some juice and left the staff room at 4.30pm.

Amudha continued her flitrings with Ashok in home. One night after the dinner Amudha lay in bed beside her husband Sundaram, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting soft, golden shadows across their bedroom. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine from the incense she had lit earlier, mingling with the faint musk of their shared warmth under the sheets. It was late, the house enveloped in a profound silence broken only by the distant hum of the city outside and the occasional creak of the old wooden bedframe. For weeks now, Sundaram had been nurturing a dark, forbidden fantasy, ever since he discovered their son Ashok spying on them during one of their passionate nights. Ashok, now 22 and home from college, had been lurking outside their slightly ajar bedroom door, his eyes glued to the scene of his mother moaning and writhing under Sundaram's thrusts. Sundaram had noticed the shadow, the subtle creak of the floorboard, but instead of anger, it had sparked an intense arousal in him—a desire to push the boundaries of their family dynamic to unimaginable depths.

"You haven't forgotten what I asked you to do, have you, Amudha?" Sundaram murmured, turning to face her, his hand slipping under the sheets to caress her thigh. His voice was low, laced with excitement, and his fingers moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the soft, smooth skin that he knew so well.

Amudha's heart skipped a beat, a mix of apprehension and illicit thrill coursing through her like a slow-burning fire. "No, I haven't. You want me to seduce Ashok... because you know he watched us having sex." Her words came out in a whisper, her body already responding to his touch, a familiar warmth pooling between her legs.

Sundaram nodded, his fingers tracing higher, teasing the edge of her nightie with feather-light strokes that made her shiver. "Exactly. Our boy couldn't look away—seeing you like that, naked and lost in pleasure, your breasts heaving, your hips grinding against me as I claimed you. It awakened something primal in him. And in me. I want to watch it happen, Amudha. I want to see you fucking our son right in front of me. Let him take what he's been craving, let him bury himself in you while I witness every gasp, every thrust."

The words hung heavy in the air, taboo and intoxicating, sending a rush of heat through Amudha's core. She had resisted at first, the societal chains of morality pulling at her, but Sundaram's persistent whispers during their own lovemaking had worn her down. Imagining Ashok's young, strong body against hers—his hands exploring her curves, his cock filling her—while her husband watched... it stirred a forbidden heat in her depths, making her pussy ache with need. She'd already tested the waters with a few stolen kisses from Ashok when Sundaram was at work, moments that left her breathless and guilty, her nipples hardening at the memory of his eager lips on hers, his tentative hands brushing her breasts.

"How?" she asked softly, her body arching slightly into his touch despite the turmoil in her mind, her thighs parting just enough to invite his fingers higher.

"This Saturday night," Sundaram replied, his eyes gleaming with dark lust as he slipped his hand between her legs, finding her already damp panties and rubbing slow circles over her clit through the fabric. "We'll have a family movie night in the living room. I'll start drinking early, pretend to overdo it and pass out on the sofa. You flirt with him, draw him in. Let things escalate. I'll be 'asleep,' but I'll see every moment—every kiss, every caress, every time he makes you moan."

Amudha bit her lip, a soft moan escaping as his fingers pressed harder, teasing her entrance. The plan sent shivers down her spine, her nipples stiffening against the thin nightie. "If that's your wish..." she breathed, her hand reaching for his hardening cock under the sheets, stroking him in rhythm with his touches.

"It is," he growled, pulling her into a fierce kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as his fingers pushed her panties aside, dipping into her wet heat. They made love that night with renewed fervor, Sundaram whispering erotic details of the plan into her ear, fueling her arousal until she came hard around him, her mind filled with visions of Ashok.

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Saturday evening arrived, thick with humidity and anticipation, the air heavy with the promise of rain. Sundaram began his performance early, pouring generous glasses of whiskey in the living room, laughing a bit too loudly and slurring his words to perfection. The rich, amber liquid burned down his throat, but he paced himself—just enough to sell the act without truly impairing his senses. The family had grown accustomed to his occasional heavy drinking, so it raised no suspicions. Amudha, meanwhile, chose her outfit carefully—a thin, semi-transparent nightie that clung to her curvaceous figure like a second skin, the fabric whispering sensually against her body and leaving little to the imagination. The low neckline plunged daringly, teasing the deep valley between her full, heavy breasts, and the short hem barely skimmed her thighs, revealing glimpses of her lacy panties with every movement. She moved through the kitchen with purpose, her hips swaying, her mind racing with the plan, a constant throb of arousal between her legs.

Ashok, oblivious to the undercurrents swirling like a storm, spent the afternoon in his room but came down when called. At 22, he was the picture of youthful vitality—tall, muscular from college sports, with a handsome face that mirrored his father's younger days, his broad shoulders and chiseled jawline making Amudha's pulse quicken. He wore casual shorts and a t-shirt that hugged his toned chest, trying to ignore the way his mother's nightie hugged her body, stirring memories of those secret kisses... and the nights he'd peeked through the bedroom door, mesmerized by her ecstasy, her moans echoing in his dreams as he stroked himself to release.

By 8 PM, the setup was complete: the TV flickering with a romantic drama full of steamy undertones—lovers entangled in passionate embraces, their bodies glistening with sweat—the perfect backdrop. Popcorn bowls scattered on the coffee table emitted a buttery aroma, and Sundaram dramatically collapsed onto the long sofa. "Whiskey got me good tonight," he mumbled theatrically, his eyes closing as he feigned deep sleep. His breathing steadied, but through the narrowest slits, he observed everything, his pulse quickening, his cock already semi-hard in anticipation.

Amudha shot him a quick, knowing glance before calling out, "Ashok, beta! Come keep me company. Your father passed out already—too much drinking. I don't want to watch TV alone." Her voice was laced with a sultry undertone, her nipples visible through the sheer fabric as she settled onto the floor.

Ashok joined her, his eyes lingering on her outfit a moment too long, drinking in the sight of her exposed cleavage and the way the nightie rode up her thighs. "Completely gone, huh? What's the movie?" He sat beside her on the carpet, their bodies brushing, the proximity electric, sending sparks through both of them.

Amudha smiled invitingly, patting the spot next to her. "Something romantic. Let's sit here—it's more comfortable." She settled onto the floor, her legs extended gracefully, the nightie riding up just enough to tease the edge of her panties. Ashok sat beside her, their thighs touching, the heat from his body seeping into hers, making her pussy clench with need.

As the movie unfolded with scenes of forbidden desire—lovers pressing against each other, hands roaming feverishly—Amudha leaned closer, her hand resting lightly on his knee. "You know, Ashok, I've been thinking about those times you watched your father and me... through the door." Her fingers began to trace slow, tantalizing circles up his thigh, inching toward the growing bulge in his shorts.

Ashok tensed, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, his cock twitching at her touch. "Mom? You... you knew?" His voice was husky, his eyes darting to her breasts, the nipples hardening under his gaze.

She nodded, her fingers climbing higher, brushing the edge of his shorts. "Your father told me. And it doesn't upset us—it excites us." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, thick with desire. "I've seen the way you look at me. And those kisses we've shared... I want more. So much more." She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, her breasts pressing against his arm.

His breath caught, desire overriding caution. He glanced at Sundaram, who remained motionless, then back to her, his eyes dark with lust. "But Dad..."

"He's out cold," Amudha assured, her hand now cupping his bulge through the fabric, squeezing gently and feeling him harden instantly. "We can do whatever we want." Turning his face to hers with her free hand, her lips met his in a deep, urgent kiss, tongues dancing as pent-up passion ignited. Ashok groaned into her mouth, his hands finally moving to roam her back, pulling her closer, their bodies melding together.

She broke the kiss momentarily, whispering against his lips, her voice breathy and needy, "Touch me everywhere, beta. Explore me like you've dreamed. Feel how wet I am for you." Her hand stroked him through his shorts, tracing the outline of his thickening cock, while she guided one of his hands to her breast.

Emboldened, Ashok's hands slid up her sides, cupping her full breasts through the thin nightie. He squeezed gently at first, feeling the weight and softness, the way they overflowed his palms, his thumbs circling her hardening nipples that poked insistently against the fabric. Amudha arched into his touch, a soft, throaty moan escaping her parted lips, her pussy throbbing with each caress. "Yes... pinch them a little. Make me feel it, Ashok. Make your mother's nipples ache for you." He obliged, rolling the peaks between his fingers, tugging lightly until she gasped, her body trembling with building arousal, a fresh gush of wetness soaking her panties.

Sundaram watched from his vantage point, his own cock stirring in his pants as the foreplay intensified, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. Amudha's hand mirrored Ashok's exploration, slipping under his t-shirt to trace the defined muscles of his chest and abs, feeling the heat of his skin, the rapid beat of his heart. She raked her nails lightly down his torso, leaving faint red trails that made him shiver and groan, his hips bucking slightly into her hand. "You're so strong, so virile," she murmured, leaning in to kiss his neck, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweat beading there. She nipped at his earlobe, sucking it gently before whispering hotly, "I want to feel all of you against me, your hard cock pressing into my softness."

Ashok groaned deeply, his breath ragged, his hands tugging the straps of her nightie down with urgent need, exposing her full breasts fully to the cool air of the room. The nipples stood erect, dark and swollen, begging for attention in the dim light. He lowered his head, taking one into his mouth, sucking deeply while his tongue swirled around it in slow, languid circles, savoring the texture and taste. Amudha's head fell back, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure radiated from her breast to her core. "Harder... bite it gently, beta. Mark me with your teeth." He complied, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, nibbling and tugging until she whimpered, her hips grinding against his thigh, seeking friction for her aching pussy.

Her free hand ventured lower, palming the growing bulge in his shorts more insistently, feeling the heat and hardness beneath, the way it pulsed in her grip. "Mmm, you're already so big for me, so thick and ready," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction as she squeezed rhythmically, tracing the veins through the fabric. Ashok bucked into her hand, his mouth switching to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention—sucking, licking, biting—while his free hand kneaded the first, pinching and twisting until her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body undulating against him.

Amudha unzipped his shorts slowly, teasingly, her fingers brushing his skin as she freed his throbbing cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum that she smeared with her thumb, circling the sensitive crown in slow, torturous motions. Ashok hissed in pleasure, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more. "Mom... your hand feels so good," he whispered, his voice strained as she stroked him from base to head with a firm, teasing grip, twisting slightly at the top to heighten the sensation.

Ashok's own fingers dipped under her nightie, tracing the edge of her panties before slipping inside, his touch tentative at first but growing bolder as he felt her slick heat. He found her already soaked, his fingers gliding through her folds, parting her lips to circle her swollen clit with feather-light touches that made her gasp and buck against him. "You're dripping for me, Mom... so wet and hot," he murmured against her breast, his voice filled with awe and hunger. Amudha moaned louder, her legs parting wider to give him full access, her hips rolling into his hand. "Rub it faster... yes, like that. Make me drip for you, finger me deeper."

They were lost in the rhythm now, bodies grinding together on the carpet, the movie's soft moans blending with their own. Ashok's fingers plunged deeper, two sliding into her tight, velvety heat while his thumb worked her clit in firm, insistent circles, feeling her walls clench around him. Amudha pumped his cock faster, her other hand cupping his heavy balls, massaging them gently, rolling them in her palm as pre-cum leaked steadily from his tip. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear, her voice a sultry whisper. "I want to taste you, beta, to swallow every drop, but first... make me come with your fingers. Feel how my pussy grips you, imagining it's your cock."

Ashok curled his digits inside her, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly, his pace building as her moans grew more urgent, her body tensing like a coiled spring. "Come for me, Mom... let me feel you soak my hand." Amudha's orgasm approached like a tidal wave, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants. "Don't stop... I'm so close, oh God, yes!" With a muffled cry, she came undone, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers, juices flooding his hand in hot waves as ecstasy crashed over her, her body shuddering, nipples aching from his earlier attentions.

Panting, she pushed him onto his back, her eyes dark with insatiable need, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks. "Now, beta... I need you inside me. Hard and deep, fuck me like you've always fantasized." Straddling him, she positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing the thick head through her slick, swollen folds to tease them both, coating him in her essence. Slowly, agonizingly, she sank down, inch by throbbing inch, gasping as his thickness stretched her wide, filling her completely, the sensation of fullness making her walls flutter around him. "Oh fuck... you're so deep, splitting me open," she moaned, her hands on his chest for leverage.

Once fully seated, Amudha began to ride him with abandon, her hips slamming down in a massive, hard rhythm that made her breasts bounce wildly, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Ashok thrust up to meet her, his hands gripping her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her deeper with each powerful stroke, his cock pistoning into her dripping pussy. "Harder, Ashok! Fuck your mother like you mean it, pound me until I scream!" she demanded, her voice raw with lust, grinding her clit against his pubic bone on every downstroke.

He obliged, pounding into her with raw, animalistic force, his balls slapping against her ass, the wet sounds of their union filling the air—schlick, schlick, schlick—mingled with her cries and his grunts. Amudha leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, her nails digging in as she bounced faster, her pussy gripping him like a vice, milking every inch. "Yes... just like that. You're so deep... going to make me come again, fill me with your hot cum!" Ashok's pace became frantic, his hips snapping up brutally, his cock hitting her cervix on every thrust, the pleasure bordering on pain in the most exquisite way.

Sundaram's view was unobstructed, the sight of his wife's breasts heaving, her hand stroking their son's massive erection earlier, and now her riding him like a woman possessed driving him wild with voyeuristic lust. He fought to stay still, savoring every thrust, every gasp, his own cock throbbing painfully in his pants.

Amudha's body tensed again, her second orgasm building like a storm. "Don't stop... fuck me deeper, beta! Claim your mother's pussy!" Ashok growled, his balls tightening, his thrusts erratic and powerful. "Mom... I can't hold back anymore." She clenched around him deliberately, her walls rippling. "Don't. Fill me up—cum inside me hard, breed me!"

With a guttural roar, Ashok exploded, his cock pulsing violently as thick ropes of hot cum sprayed deep into her womb, flooding her in wave after wave. The sensation—warm, sticky, abundant—triggered Amudha's second orgasm, her pussy spasming wildly around him, milking every drop as she screamed softly, her body shuddering in ecstasy, juices squirting around his base to soak them both. They collapsed together, slick with sweat and cum, Amudha kissing him deeply amid the aftershocks, their bodies entwined in forbidden bliss.

Sundaram, having witnessed the entire raw, intense encounter, "stirred" awake later, his knowing smile hidden in the shadows. That night, the family's secrets deepened, with promises of more to come.

 

[Rakhs_ KINGDOM]

 

[Rakhs_ KINGDOM]

After the erotic encounter with her son Amaran, Vaishnavi had developed a fondness for sex in unusual places. A week later, Amaran had to travel to Malaysia for a short official trip, and Ashwini departed for a college excursion lasting a week. Maya invited her mother Vaishnavi to stay with her until Amaran and Ashwini returned. Amaran arranged a double sleeper berth for Vaishnavi to ensure an undisturbed journey.

To make the trip more tolerable, Vaishnavi had booked the double-sleeper seat solely for herself, located in the last row downstairs. Her bus was set to depart soon. Dressed in leggings, a t-shirt, and clogs—her typical travel outfit—she opted to skip wearing a bra for this solitary voyage, adding a touch of excitement. Boarding the bus, which turned out to be surprisingly crowded, she located her seat at the back and began listening to music.

As the bus pulled away, the interior lights dimmed, and Vaishnavi drifted off to sleep without noticing. She awoke two hours later for a startling reason.

Someone was sleeping beside her! Positioned near the window, she had ample space in the double seat she had reserved. Yet, a stranger lay there, seemingly carefree. Vaishnavi panicked and immediately tried to rouse him. When she called out, he stirred slowly.

She was even more alarmed by his composure. "Who the fuck are you?" she demanded. He replied calmly, "Calm down, ma’am. I mean no harm." She pressed, "WTF is this? Who are you? What are you doing here?" Sensing her distress, he reiterated, "I’m just a fellow passenger, ma’am. I mean no harm."

"Why are you in my seat? I’m calling the conductor," she threatened, nearly shouting. As she moved to leave, he grasped her hand and pleaded, "Please, let me explain." Though frightened, she chose to listen.

He explained, "I’m heading to Cuddalur. I’m returning from my army base to visit my family. They gave us a holiday. All the buses were full, so I paid the conductor to let me aboard. He said to use an empty seat for now and shift to the driver’s bench later."

Vaishnavi nodded, and he continued, "I switched seats multiple times. When I saw this one empty, I assumed someone would join you later."

"I booked both seats. Please leave," she insisted. He asked, "If you’re traveling alone, can I just sleep in the corner?" She was about to refuse, but he added, "The driver’s bench is tiny. It’s a long journey. I’ll sleep without disturbing you. We can put our bags in the middle."

Reluctantly, she agreed, "Fine, keep the bag in the middle, sleep in the corner. If you do anything strange, I’ll call the conductor." She intended to alert the conductor at the next stop. He thanked her, placed his bag between them, and settled in the corner while she remained by the window, alert.

Waiting for the bus to halt for a restroom break felt endless. Vaishnavi closed her eyes, feigning sleep, her mind racing. What was she doing? But her thoughts shattered when she felt something at her feet.

The man, who had started in the corner, had inched much closer. He appeared asleep, nearly embracing the kitbag between them. As the bus swayed, his legs brushed hers. She jolted, shifted her leg, and dismissed it.

Time passed, the bus jostled over rough patches, sliding her toward the window. Then, his legs touched her ankles again, leaving no room to move.

She glanced at him; he seemed deeply asleep. The kitbag had shifted upward, near their heads, bringing him uncomfortably close. It was awkward, but she shrugged it off, turned away, and tried to rest.

It wasn't long before the next escalation. His feet began caressing her ankles deliberately—not from the road's motion. For some inexplicable reason, Vaishnavi didn't stop him. She had no clue what was unfolding.

There she was, on a moving bus, with a complete stranger—who shouldn't even be there—rubbing his legs against her ankles. Yet, she didn't halt it. She remained turned away. He was deliberate yet persistent.

After two or three minutes, he edged closer. The bag was gone from between them. She could feel his breath on her neck. He shifted his hips against hers, and then she felt it.

His hard tool pressed against her asscheeks. Confident from her lack of resistance, he grew bolder. He ground his crotch tightly against her ass, slid his hand over, and began gliding it slowly up her thighs.

He reached her bare stomach, sending a chill through her. Vaishnavi decided to break the tense, aroused silence. "What are you doing?" she asked. He didn't respond, his hand pausing as if awaiting her cue.

She turned slightly, glimpsing his eyes in the faint light—nervous but resolute. His breathing was shallow as he whispered, "I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so beautiful." She smiled. Part of her wanted to scream and shove him away.

But another part was intrigued by this twist. She tested the waters. "You know this isn’t right," she said, her voice shaky. "We don’t even know each other." He nodded, hand still on her stomach. "I know, and I’m sorry. If you want me to stop, I will." She didn't say stop.

He waited two minutes, realizing her silence. He pulled back briefly, and she wondered if he was reconsidering. But he was merely securing the curtains, ensuring privacy from outside.

Returning, he placed his hand back on her stomach and inched upward. Having skipped a bra for her solo trip, there was no barrier. His hands ascended unchecked, pausing at her chest.



His fingers circled her already hard nipples. He inhaled deeply and squeezed her boob firmly; she gasped. Leaning near her ear, he whispered, "When I saw you didn’t wear a bra, I thought maybe you’re not as angry as you seem." She smirked. He sensed her yielding to the wild moment he'd craved. He squeezed again; she loved it. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the pleasure. His confidence surged.

He pulled her to lie flat, climbed atop her, and swiftly lifted her top to her shoulders. Gazing at her exposed breasts, he grew more aroused. He took her left breast in hand, teasing the nipple, then sucked it eagerly.

Simultaneously, he grasped her right breast, kneading it like a pillow. Vaishnavi was exhilarated. It was insane, but her horniness overrode any concerns. She savored the stranger motorboating her boobs.

He alternated, sucking one while squeezing the other relentlessly. Finding her t-shirt obstructive, he removed it entirely. Now topless, she relinquished her breasts to him.

For the next ten to fifteen minutes, he squeezed, sucked, and toyed with them without pause. But the session halted as the bus slowed.

Vaishnavi peeked through the curtains; they were at a rest stop. This snapped her back to reality. She'd been lost in bliss, but now it felt tangible. He dismounted first.

Lights came on. He seemed shy, silent. She covered herself with her shirt. He adjusted his clothes and said, "Well, let me get down." She nodded. He exited, closing the curtains. Vaishnavi pondered what she'd done.

Ten minutes of reflection passed. As the bus resumed, she wondered if he'd return or move to the driver's area. But he reentered silently, closing the curtains.

They were both awkward, unsure. The bus moved, and Vaishnavi spoke first, intending to say, "What happened was crazy. Let’s sleep now and not do any funny business." She began, "Listen..." but the lights extinguished.

Unexpectedly, he yanked off her shirt, tossing it aside, and kissed her. She kissed back, horniness surging anew. He understood, pulled her leg to make her lie down.

Wasting no time, he tugged down her leggings, stripped his shirt and pants, then kissed her stomach softly.

It sent excitement jolting through her. He lowered his head, kissing over her panties. She breathed heavily. He slipped his hands inside, finding her clit and rubbing slowly.

She closed her eyes, stifling sounds. But as his rubbing intensified, a moan escaped. They froze, aware, but it didn't stop him.

He removed her panties entirely, then stuffed them into her mouth; she nearly gagged.

Whispering with a sly smile, "I think this will reduce the sound you’re going to make," he dove down, spreading her legs and licking her pussy swiftly.

Vaishnavi was overwhelmed, feeling heavenly. The bus's jerks added to the thrill in their curtained haven. She moaned muffledly, gripping his hair, pushing him deeper, appreciating his eager devouring.

After about ten minutes of licking, leaving her drenched, he rose and lay on his side. She knew what he wanted. Removing the panties from her mouth—now damp—she knelt at the bed's foot.

Pulling off his underwear, his hard dick sprang out—about 7 inches, average thickness. Grasping it, she anticipated the pleasure.

She licked the tip, smiling as faint light illuminated his pleased face. She wet it thoroughly, swirling like licking an ice cream cone.

Taking it in slowly, it filled her mouth. His hand guided her deeper; she obliged, gagging as it reached her throat. Seven inches felt overwhelming in the moment. He held her there briefly, releasing when she coughed.

She breathed, then resumed, bobbing back and forth for five minutes. He enjoyed it immensely, though the setting was cramped. Both were too aroused to care.



She withdrew, his dick slick with her saliva. Sitting up, he kissed her, remarking, "It seems like your mouth has seen a lot of dick." She laughed. Squeezing her tits hard, he pushed her down. They were ready.

He stuffed the panties back in her mouth, placed a pillow under her, spread her legs.

In missionary, he entered her slowly. She moaned muffledly, the bus noise masking it. His dick glided in easily, lubricated by saliva. He thrust repeatedly, speed building; her eyes half-closed, gripping a bag tightly amid orgasmic waves.

Her tits bounced as he fucked her, making her forget the surroundings and his anonymity. She reveled in it. He continued until tiring from the low roof, withdrawing briefly.

She thought it over, but he signaled her to turn. She complied, pillow under her ass, legs folded, presenting to him.

He squeezed and spanked her ass once, noting the sound, then positioned behind her. Entering from the back, he buried deep, holding it.




She moaned intensely. He pulled her hair, arching her back, squeezing her boobs from behind aggressively. It felt incredible. Whispering, "You like it, isn’t it?" She couldn't respond verbally, but he knew.

Releasing her hair, he held her hands behind her. It felt like yoga in a bus—surreal. He thrust again, faster, more aggressive. Releasing her hands, he spread her asscheeks; the slapping sounds unavoidable now.

He gripped her waist, pounding rhythmically, unleashing his true intensity. Her body trembled over the next ten to fifteen minutes, filled completely.

Slowing, he asked, "Where should I cum?" Forgetting her gag, "Can I cum inside?" She shook her head no. He acknowledged, withdrew, turned her, then reentered missionary, cumming inside anyway.


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Holding until spent, he pulled out; it dripped. Shocked, she removed the panties, angry. He kissed her, saying softly, "Look, I came in once already. That means I can come inside you for the rest of the journey, too." Stunned but intrigued, she asked, "Are we gonna do more?"

He smirked, "We still have at least 4-5 hours left till we reach our destinations, right?" Grabbing her tits, fondling them. She laughed at the absurdity.

"Now I want you to ride me for a while too," he said. She laughed, "Let me catch my breath for a second." They laughed together. They fucked twice more that night. By the time they finished and tried to sleep, dawn broke.

The bus stopped; he peeked out, spotting an empty seat as someone alighted. Turning to her, "It looks like there’s an actual empty seat now." It signaled the end of their wild ride. They exchanged numbers.

He gathered his bag and left. She didn't check where he went; no need. Unsure if others on the bus noticed, she alighted at her stop. The bus departed swiftly.

Her hair disheveled, panties still wet in her luggage, she headed home, smirking at the unforgettable night—something she could never share with her son or daughters.