Incest Reality of My Mother
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Chapter 3 : The Attraction
The small house, and grown up son. Sonu had ample opportunities to peep on her mother. Though they slept in different rooms, but he sensed in his mother eyes lust! He was himself a lustful men. He did not miss a single opportunity at home. His daily routine was to peep from down the bathroom at her mother taking shower. He could not believe his eyes, her mother breasts were perfectly round shape, with brown color nipples. A prime example that they have not been touched by any one. She did have a small mark just below her navel, which had faded with time. She had a pierced ring on her belly. Surprisingly she had not shaved her public hairs... Though her thighs were little bigger. Her body had some traces of here and there, but for a 45 year old women they were still better. In all and all she was much more fitter and hotter than many women of her age. Her body was fare white, with black color moles at her thighs, and back side. There was this big black color more at her beautiful ass.
When she would come back from her work, he would again peep from the bedroom hole, to see her change her clothes. Her mother was to wear the best lingerie brands no doubt, may be as she got some good discount from them because of branding she had done. But he was surprised that her mother had such a wonderful taste.
Sonu also most of the time was to wear boxers without underwear or topless, so as to attract his mother with his hot body. He was also a gym addict, as he had nothing else to do. He would gym. Gym was like a meditation for him. He never was good in studies. Perhaps he also got a good part-time job in that gym. His main purpose was to attract the hot MILFs. He was always attracted to ladies more than his ages. But now everytime he would help someone do exercise, he would just infatuate about his mother. He was getting more and more attractive and impatient towards his mother. He did fuck couple of ladies, but he did not feel that joy. He felt as if something was missing. He felt that how he could seduce his mother , how he could get it. This was easier said then done. Fucking and seducing your own mother was not such an easy thing...
He started to do research more on this topic. At times he was to feel that he was the most dirties human being on this earth, at ties he would feel guilty, but most of the times his lust would take him over. He would imagine his mother being fucked in all angles, all holes.
"That slut", he would scream in joy, while jerking off his dick.. But this was still a distant dream. He did notice his mother feeling happy seeing him. She never told him to wear t-shirts and all, he was after all her own son, her blood.
Few months had passed in this, and Sonu was getting more and more attracted. He at times even thought of drugging her, but he never had a courage to do so.
"How I can do? I want her? I am getting crazier day by day?"
Sonu had befriend one of the trainers in gym. He was surprised that when many hot ladies would want to have sex with him, but he would just ignore them. They both were partners in crime, and perhaps there was this rumor that this guy was also a gigolo, but no one had an authentic proof. They both had become close friends. In this city, anyways Sonu had not much social group. He also find good solace in finding a good friend. Slowly they both had also become social buddies, drinking together, and sharing their own experiences. But for few weeks Sonu, was not himself. His name was Rahul. Rahul was a bastard if we say in real terms..
One day while at office in GYM, Sonu was browsing his social media account, and looking at pictures of his mother. One of the client sprained her ankle, and he had to rush out. Rahul who was also in the office, kind of glanced at his account. When he came back, Rahul out of habit said
"Oh man, you seem to be in love man, that's one hell of a bitch! who is she?", he was not aware that Manjuri was his mother.
"She.. She " Sonu did not answer.
"Oh so now you are hiding this gem from me ha" Rahul said, laughing casually.
"No No, actually she is my mom!".....
"Whatttt, I am so sorry, but she is damn hot man" Rahul said..
Rahul felt of ending conversation there, he was surprised that someone was browsing his own mother's profile. Sonu felt little embarrassed.
"I am sorry man, I should not have spoken about her like this" he said.
"Let us go and have a drink after work?, drinks on me, I just fucked one of my neighbors man, she was just too good" Rahul said as if to change to topic. But he was a veteran in this field, he knew that Sonu was hiding something. He wanted to bring out the truth from him.
Sonu readily agreed, cursing himself on not being careful at work!
But, Sonu had not realized that the problem solution he was looking at, Rahul was the solution. They both did not speak about it whole day, and then in the evening, left for having couple of beers!
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The small house, and grown up son. Sonu had ample opportunities to peep on her mother. Though they slept in different rooms, but he sensed in his mother eyes lust! He was himself a lustful men. He did not miss a single opportunity at home. His daily routine was to peep from down the bathroom at her mother taking shower. He could not believe his eyes, her mother breasts were perfectly round shape, with brown color nipples. A prime example that they have not been touched by any one. She did have a small mark just below her navel, which had faded with time. She had a pierced ring on her belly. Surprisingly she had not shaved her public hairs... Though her thighs were little bigger. Her body had some traces of here and there, but for a 45 year old women they were still better. In all and all she was much more fitter and hotter than many women of her age. Her body was fare white, with black color moles at her thighs, and back side. There was this big black color more at her beautiful ass.
When she would come back from her work, he would again peep from the bedroom hole, to see her change her clothes. Her mother was to wear the best lingerie brands no doubt, may be as she got some good discount from them because of branding she had done. But he was surprised that her mother had such a wonderful taste.
Sonu also most of the time was to wear boxers without underwear or topless, so as to attract his mother with his hot body. He was also a gym addict, as he had nothing else to do. He would gym. Gym was like a meditation for him. He never was good in studies. Perhaps he also got a good part-time job in that gym. His main purpose was to attract the hot MILFs. He was always attracted to ladies more than his ages. But now everytime he would help someone do exercise, he would just infatuate about his mother. He was getting more and more attractive and impatient towards his mother. He did fuck couple of ladies, but he did not feel that joy. He felt as if something was missing. He felt that how he could seduce his mother , how he could get it. This was easier said then done. Fucking and seducing your own mother was not such an easy thing...
He started to do research more on this topic. At times he was to feel that he was the most dirties human being on this earth, at ties he would feel guilty, but most of the times his lust would take him over. He would imagine his mother being fucked in all angles, all holes.
"That slut", he would scream in joy, while jerking off his dick.. But this was still a distant dream. He did notice his mother feeling happy seeing him. She never told him to wear t-shirts and all, he was after all her own son, her blood.
Few months had passed in this, and Sonu was getting more and more attracted. He at times even thought of drugging her, but he never had a courage to do so.
"How I can do? I want her? I am getting crazier day by day?"
Sonu had befriend one of the trainers in gym. He was surprised that when many hot ladies would want to have sex with him, but he would just ignore them. They both were partners in crime, and perhaps there was this rumor that this guy was also a gigolo, but no one had an authentic proof. They both had become close friends. In this city, anyways Sonu had not much social group. He also find good solace in finding a good friend. Slowly they both had also become social buddies, drinking together, and sharing their own experiences. But for few weeks Sonu, was not himself. His name was Rahul. Rahul was a bastard if we say in real terms..
One day while at office in GYM, Sonu was browsing his social media account, and looking at pictures of his mother. One of the client sprained her ankle, and he had to rush out. Rahul who was also in the office, kind of glanced at his account. When he came back, Rahul out of habit said
"Oh man, you seem to be in love man, that's one hell of a bitch! who is she?", he was not aware that Manjuri was his mother.
"She.. She " Sonu did not answer.
"Oh so now you are hiding this gem from me ha" Rahul said, laughing casually.
"No No, actually she is my mom!".....
"Whatttt, I am so sorry, but she is damn hot man" Rahul said..
Rahul felt of ending conversation there, he was surprised that someone was browsing his own mother's profile. Sonu felt little embarrassed.
"I am sorry man, I should not have spoken about her like this" he said.
"Let us go and have a drink after work?, drinks on me, I just fucked one of my neighbors man, she was just too good" Rahul said as if to change to topic. But he was a veteran in this field, he knew that Sonu was hiding something. He wanted to bring out the truth from him.
Sonu readily agreed, cursing himself on not being careful at work!
But, Sonu had not realized that the problem solution he was looking at, Rahul was the solution. They both did not speak about it whole day, and then in the evening, left for having couple of beers!
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just the sheer thought of thinking your mother in those forbidden positions is the greatest fantasy of most of the boys growing up... as a mother is the closest person to a boy... both mentally and physically... as a boy grows he starts seeing her differently due to the hormones at first and later lust... Sonu is growing impatient day by day... as you watch her naked every day and you don't get to do anything to the thought of touching her, caressing her... ramming her...
well hope that experienced rahul will give some solution to get him closer to his mom...
well hope that experienced rahul will give some solution to get him closer to his mom...
Chapter 4 The Built Up
Rahul was a hot men. There was not any female client he had not fucked. His taste was also MILFs. Though Sonu himself was a veteran but, to fuck your own mom was tough. Problem with it was also that you cannot speak to many people about it. To seduce and then fuck your own mother was such a challenging thing. If it was any-other women he would have fucked her by now.
Rahul could feel that he was feeling little uneasy.
"Are you okay Sonu?, I am sorry I spoke about your mother like that." he said sipping the beer. He was genuinely sorry, Sonu was his good friend now though they both had known each other only for few months, but they both were partner in crime.
"No no it is fine yaar, I anyways dont care what other think about her. You don't have to be sorry" Sonu, said very calmly.
Rahul pondered little more, "Why you sounding so dry, I mean if someone would have spoken to me about my mother I would have killed him"
Sonu smiled, "You know yaar, I have always lived in a boarding school. I don't have any feelings for her. So it is something else bothering me. "
Rahul looked little surprised.
"I am sure she may have her reasons. But what is that bothering you, may be I can help " Rahul said.
Sonu became quiet, he thought for a while, and then as if thinking in deep meditation, he closed his eyes for a while. Rahul was confused, Sonu had been always very upfront and clear. When they were to drink together, they were to mostly discuss about their hot lady clients. But Sonu was very hesitant today.
Then Sonu said quietly, "I think I am not okay. Something is driving me crazy", he said, after pausing for few minutes. He completed his beer at one go.
Rahul did not say anything. He could sense some confusion and also little uneasiness in Sonu.
"Incest, are you feeling sexually attracted to your mom", Rahul said....
Sonu was stunned. "How.. How did you know it", he said, his tone stammering...
Rahul smiled, "it is natural yaar, in our culture, sex is a taboo. And first women we get attracted to when we are young is our own moms. It has happened with me too"
Rahul's words calmed Sonu. He felt little more interested.
"Simple example, we both love to fuck MILFs, who are almost double our age. So is your mom"
Rahul then continued, "But what is bothering you, sense of guilt?. It is normal yaar. Why are you so worried?"
Sonu stammered, "it is not this yaar. Guilt for that bitch I will never have. There is something else which is bothering me"
Rahul looked amused, "what is that"
Sonu then stopped, and looked at Rahul, "What is incest?"
Rahul, then explained to him meaning of incest, and how it is considered as Taboo.
"Where can I do more research on it?" Sonu asked curiously.
"Online mil jayega yaar. But honestly why u want to know it? In India to fuck your mother is not easy thing. Only way to fuck her, either force her, or blackmail her! ?"
Sonu looked at him, " blackmail?"
Rahul smiled- "I mean cut the melon and equally eat".
Sonu again looked confused, "what you mean"
Rahul smiled " arey baba try to caught her in act, thats your only chance "
"Fuck you" Sonu said, "Saale meri ma main bhi haath saaf karna chahta hai" he smiled.
They both laughed, and closed it for the day.
Sonu was relieved from the fact that it was not something wrong. But now he had to find a way out. And he started to search madly about Incest. He ready may be all the stories of this forum, every story gave him some idea. He searched more and found many specially Japanese porn which talk about mom son incest. He was stunned. Slowly he started to build confidence. Though he and Rahul never had a talk on this topic again, but Rahul had clarified many things in his mind.
He also continued his process of seducing his mother, but still he could find a courage to hit the bulls eye.
But mother's eye can see everything. She could sense that something not okay with him. A sonly embrace and a lustful embrace, a women can easily make out, she could also sense that when she is changing clothes or taking bath, someone is watching her. Her couple of panties were torn. and in one she also found a sperm. But she find it little unusual. She started to lock her cupboard. First she felt it was maid, but then she once saw, her panties in Sonu's drawer.
"Is he alright? I am facing unsafe with my him" she thought to herself.
"Is he in right company?" this was first time she was missing her long gone husband.
She started to be little more alert. Other thing which was bothering her, that at times when he would be sleeping, he would sleep just in his underwear. Her eyes would admire her own son's body. Though she still had not thought about sex, but just being away from a man whole life, and now a hot handsome hunk in her own house, would just make her very uncomfortable.
One day, she happened to glare through the laptop of her son, who had left it on for some updates. Surprisingly he had not kept any password. The history of his internet was just about how to fuck your mother?
She was shocked. She cried. Her whole struggle of so many years, had gone for a toss. She cursed God.
"Is this how you repay me, for all my sacrifices. Why? When you had to give me the best time of life, you are giving me toughest time. Why why why?, she said with tears flowing from eyes.
She quietly closed his laptop, and walked in to her room. She was feeling depressed, her head was paining, her feet were trembling. She did not know whom to talk to. She just called a day off. She just went inside her bed and laid down on bed, cursing God for not giving her happiness. Her tears had also dried up, but sadness was in her eyes. Whole day she did not come out of her bed, even Sonu called her twice, when he was back, but she did not replied.
There was this silence. No one knew what is happening.
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Rahul was a hot men. There was not any female client he had not fucked. His taste was also MILFs. Though Sonu himself was a veteran but, to fuck your own mom was tough. Problem with it was also that you cannot speak to many people about it. To seduce and then fuck your own mother was such a challenging thing. If it was any-other women he would have fucked her by now.
Rahul could feel that he was feeling little uneasy.
"Are you okay Sonu?, I am sorry I spoke about your mother like that." he said sipping the beer. He was genuinely sorry, Sonu was his good friend now though they both had known each other only for few months, but they both were partner in crime.
"No no it is fine yaar, I anyways dont care what other think about her. You don't have to be sorry" Sonu, said very calmly.
Rahul pondered little more, "Why you sounding so dry, I mean if someone would have spoken to me about my mother I would have killed him"
Sonu smiled, "You know yaar, I have always lived in a boarding school. I don't have any feelings for her. So it is something else bothering me. "
Rahul looked little surprised.
"I am sure she may have her reasons. But what is that bothering you, may be I can help " Rahul said.
Sonu became quiet, he thought for a while, and then as if thinking in deep meditation, he closed his eyes for a while. Rahul was confused, Sonu had been always very upfront and clear. When they were to drink together, they were to mostly discuss about their hot lady clients. But Sonu was very hesitant today.
Then Sonu said quietly, "I think I am not okay. Something is driving me crazy", he said, after pausing for few minutes. He completed his beer at one go.
Rahul did not say anything. He could sense some confusion and also little uneasiness in Sonu.
"Incest, are you feeling sexually attracted to your mom", Rahul said....
Sonu was stunned. "How.. How did you know it", he said, his tone stammering...
Rahul smiled, "it is natural yaar, in our culture, sex is a taboo. And first women we get attracted to when we are young is our own moms. It has happened with me too"
Rahul's words calmed Sonu. He felt little more interested.
"Simple example, we both love to fuck MILFs, who are almost double our age. So is your mom"
Rahul then continued, "But what is bothering you, sense of guilt?. It is normal yaar. Why are you so worried?"
Sonu stammered, "it is not this yaar. Guilt for that bitch I will never have. There is something else which is bothering me"
Rahul looked amused, "what is that"
Sonu then stopped, and looked at Rahul, "What is incest?"
Rahul, then explained to him meaning of incest, and how it is considered as Taboo.
"Where can I do more research on it?" Sonu asked curiously.
"Online mil jayega yaar. But honestly why u want to know it? In India to fuck your mother is not easy thing. Only way to fuck her, either force her, or blackmail her! ?"
Sonu looked at him, " blackmail?"
Rahul smiled- "I mean cut the melon and equally eat".
Sonu again looked confused, "what you mean"
Rahul smiled " arey baba try to caught her in act, thats your only chance "
"Fuck you" Sonu said, "Saale meri ma main bhi haath saaf karna chahta hai" he smiled.
They both laughed, and closed it for the day.
Sonu was relieved from the fact that it was not something wrong. But now he had to find a way out. And he started to search madly about Incest. He ready may be all the stories of this forum, every story gave him some idea. He searched more and found many specially Japanese porn which talk about mom son incest. He was stunned. Slowly he started to build confidence. Though he and Rahul never had a talk on this topic again, but Rahul had clarified many things in his mind.
He also continued his process of seducing his mother, but still he could find a courage to hit the bulls eye.
But mother's eye can see everything. She could sense that something not okay with him. A sonly embrace and a lustful embrace, a women can easily make out, she could also sense that when she is changing clothes or taking bath, someone is watching her. Her couple of panties were torn. and in one she also found a sperm. But she find it little unusual. She started to lock her cupboard. First she felt it was maid, but then she once saw, her panties in Sonu's drawer.
"Is he alright? I am facing unsafe with my him" she thought to herself.
"Is he in right company?" this was first time she was missing her long gone husband.
She started to be little more alert. Other thing which was bothering her, that at times when he would be sleeping, he would sleep just in his underwear. Her eyes would admire her own son's body. Though she still had not thought about sex, but just being away from a man whole life, and now a hot handsome hunk in her own house, would just make her very uncomfortable.
One day, she happened to glare through the laptop of her son, who had left it on for some updates. Surprisingly he had not kept any password. The history of his internet was just about how to fuck your mother?
She was shocked. She cried. Her whole struggle of so many years, had gone for a toss. She cursed God.
"Is this how you repay me, for all my sacrifices. Why? When you had to give me the best time of life, you are giving me toughest time. Why why why?, she said with tears flowing from eyes.
She quietly closed his laptop, and walked in to her room. She was feeling depressed, her head was paining, her feet were trembling. She did not know whom to talk to. She just called a day off. She just went inside her bed and laid down on bed, cursing God for not giving her happiness. Her tears had also dried up, but sadness was in her eyes. Whole day she did not come out of her bed, even Sonu called her twice, when he was back, but she did not replied.
There was this silence. No one knew what is happening.
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poor mother what she gets in return for all the sacrifices a dick.... 
.. jokes a-fart... it is unbearable for a sanskari mother to know that her son wants to fuck her.... and the irony is that the only other person whom she can talk to is the other son... how can she discuss something like that with him...that his brother wants a taste of me... then he too would join his brothers quest...
well lets see how this revelation changes their life... he in fact is ready to bed his mother with someone else too... he is a real bastard...
.. jokes a-fart... it is unbearable for a sanskari mother to know that her son wants to fuck her.... and the irony is that the only other person whom she can talk to is the other son... how can she discuss something like that with him...that his brother wants a taste of me... then he too would join his brothers quest...well lets see how this revelation changes their life... he in fact is ready to bed his mother with someone else too... he is a real bastard...
Chapter 5 The Temptation and Resistance.
Manjuri was feeling insecure in her own house, with her own son. His behavior was becoming little aggressive. He would try to touch his body to her, and mostly when his dick would be hard. His touch did not have son's love. A women has a sixth sense!
She did not know whom to talk. To see her almost naked son everyday. Guilt was not that she was upset, guilt was that she was feeling herself tempted. She definitely missed man in her life, and her status had made her go through hard experiences. Which had made her little rough against men. But mom-son, this was making her guilty.
She was going under this sad stress.
It was a open house in her company. Once in six months her company had this tradition of open house, which was nothing else but more of a cocktail party. Manjuri now who was working in this company for past 5 years, was one of the initiator of these meetings, but over a period of time it had become a cocktail party only. Also, as a tradition, new freshers or new employees had to perform or do some act. Rahul- Sonu's friend had joined this company via sheer luck, as a model, though he was part-time, but he was on payroll. Manjuri did not know him, and Rahul also was not aware that she was in this company. The first day he saw Manjuri live was on this open house. Manjuri was wearing a nice black color saree with a sleeveless blouse. Her nails were colored black, and she did wore makeup as this event was started by her. She was wearing high heels, and her saree was pinned up tightly below her navel. Her blouse was deep cut from behind and she was wearing a nice white color pearl necklace. She was smiling- her smile was infectious. She had a nice glass of Martini in her hands, as her team members were talking to her. She was patiently listening, but from her eyes any one could make that her mind was somewhere else.
Finally the cultural started and newbies started to act, and Rahul- obviously was the hottest and sexiest of all, did a dance on hip-hop, and then sang a nice Hindi romantic song, his eyes were fixed only on Manjuri... Rahul was an artist, he knew Manjuri may have noticed it! As the dinner started, and everyone was congratulating the freshers, Manjuri also went towards Rahul, and shook her hands,
"You were too good Rahul, you surprised us!", she said in a very humble tone.
"Yes, Ms Manjuri, may it was your beauty which made me sing the song" he said, openly flirting with her, seeping the scotch in her hands. Generally people would call her Mam or Miss, but Rahul addressed her by name. His eyes were fixed on her eyes, as if imagining her naked. He did not blinked his eyes even once.
"She is really hot man" he thought in his mind, "Damn, Sonu was so fucking desperate"
Manjuri, though felt little uncomfortable, but she did not blink her eyes too. She was a dominator, and loved to dominate men.
The pause was broken by another co-worker, who came to congratulate Rahul...
That party, Manjuri drank more than she would. She had taken bottle of her favorite scotch, and silently drank in her cabin. Her thought was not on Rahul, but was more focus was more on Sonu. She was feeling scared even to go home. She was feeling lonely. She wanted some peace and time to think. She had not realized that she had drank more than half of bottle, and barely could walk. She was a regular drinker, but never was to cross more than couple of pegs. But tonight she was feeling lonely, also offlate from the time Sonu was home, she had to lock all her alcohols. In our society still, mothers cannot drink!
She came out of her cabin, and saw that its quiet dark. Everyone had left it seems. She was not in a position to drive back home, and her Saree was falling. She was struggling to just walk. She rushed to the washroom, and somehow managed to gather herself, and adjust her Saree.
"I am damn drunk, this way if I go home what will Sonu think of me. Better I stay in some hotel" she said splashing some water on her face, her make up and COLLYRIUM (Kajal), from her eyes had also come down. She washed her faith, and cleaned her makeup in the bathroom of office only. Removing her saree, she again tried to wear it.
Her black color peti-coat, was shining, and her perfectly round Navel, with few stretch marks here and there were making her beauty shine even more. She had removed her heels, generally she was not used to wear heels. She looked at her mirror, her eyes were reddish. She was feeling dizzy, and felt as if she will puke anytime. Because of her alcohol her reaction was little slow.
But as she had started to wear her saree, she found firm hands holding her stomach from behind...
"Leave me ", she screamed despite being wasted, she had this sense that someone is holding her from behind..
But hands were firm, he was silent... but his smell was intoxicating.. after some pause he said
"You are wasted, let me take you home, you are very hot ".. voice was of Rahul.., he was firmly holding Manjuri via her back, and then slowly pushed one of his hands towards her breasts...
"wow" you have lovely breasts.. said Rahul...
Manjuri did not resist. In normal scenario she would have slapped him, but she just closed her eyes, and started to enjoy. Then she said whispering,
"Not here, let us go somewhere", & then she puked... "Ouch" Rahul shouted, and then left her... "You are wasted, let me take you home, may be some other day"
Then cleaning his hands, he helped her wear Saree just as it is. Holding her heels in his hands, he booked a cab, for her home. He did not want to fuck her in this state , as it might have assumed as rape. He wanted her to be in her senses. But, he could feel from her touch she wanted a dick. But this was not the time. He searched her purse to check, her address, and then took her. She was wasted, her breasts were bumping out of her blouse. She was in deep sleep.
"Wow she has a taste" he said looking at the strip of her bra. He just wanted to remove her clothes, but he silently stopped.
He took her to her home, and again grab her in his arms. It was already 3 in the night.
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Manjuri was feeling insecure in her own house, with her own son. His behavior was becoming little aggressive. He would try to touch his body to her, and mostly when his dick would be hard. His touch did not have son's love. A women has a sixth sense!
She did not know whom to talk. To see her almost naked son everyday. Guilt was not that she was upset, guilt was that she was feeling herself tempted. She definitely missed man in her life, and her status had made her go through hard experiences. Which had made her little rough against men. But mom-son, this was making her guilty.
She was going under this sad stress.
It was a open house in her company. Once in six months her company had this tradition of open house, which was nothing else but more of a cocktail party. Manjuri now who was working in this company for past 5 years, was one of the initiator of these meetings, but over a period of time it had become a cocktail party only. Also, as a tradition, new freshers or new employees had to perform or do some act. Rahul- Sonu's friend had joined this company via sheer luck, as a model, though he was part-time, but he was on payroll. Manjuri did not know him, and Rahul also was not aware that she was in this company. The first day he saw Manjuri live was on this open house. Manjuri was wearing a nice black color saree with a sleeveless blouse. Her nails were colored black, and she did wore makeup as this event was started by her. She was wearing high heels, and her saree was pinned up tightly below her navel. Her blouse was deep cut from behind and she was wearing a nice white color pearl necklace. She was smiling- her smile was infectious. She had a nice glass of Martini in her hands, as her team members were talking to her. She was patiently listening, but from her eyes any one could make that her mind was somewhere else.
Finally the cultural started and newbies started to act, and Rahul- obviously was the hottest and sexiest of all, did a dance on hip-hop, and then sang a nice Hindi romantic song, his eyes were fixed only on Manjuri... Rahul was an artist, he knew Manjuri may have noticed it! As the dinner started, and everyone was congratulating the freshers, Manjuri also went towards Rahul, and shook her hands,
"You were too good Rahul, you surprised us!", she said in a very humble tone.
"Yes, Ms Manjuri, may it was your beauty which made me sing the song" he said, openly flirting with her, seeping the scotch in her hands. Generally people would call her Mam or Miss, but Rahul addressed her by name. His eyes were fixed on her eyes, as if imagining her naked. He did not blinked his eyes even once.
"She is really hot man" he thought in his mind, "Damn, Sonu was so fucking desperate"
Manjuri, though felt little uncomfortable, but she did not blink her eyes too. She was a dominator, and loved to dominate men.
The pause was broken by another co-worker, who came to congratulate Rahul...
That party, Manjuri drank more than she would. She had taken bottle of her favorite scotch, and silently drank in her cabin. Her thought was not on Rahul, but was more focus was more on Sonu. She was feeling scared even to go home. She was feeling lonely. She wanted some peace and time to think. She had not realized that she had drank more than half of bottle, and barely could walk. She was a regular drinker, but never was to cross more than couple of pegs. But tonight she was feeling lonely, also offlate from the time Sonu was home, she had to lock all her alcohols. In our society still, mothers cannot drink!
She came out of her cabin, and saw that its quiet dark. Everyone had left it seems. She was not in a position to drive back home, and her Saree was falling. She was struggling to just walk. She rushed to the washroom, and somehow managed to gather herself, and adjust her Saree.
"I am damn drunk, this way if I go home what will Sonu think of me. Better I stay in some hotel" she said splashing some water on her face, her make up and COLLYRIUM (Kajal), from her eyes had also come down. She washed her faith, and cleaned her makeup in the bathroom of office only. Removing her saree, she again tried to wear it.
Her black color peti-coat, was shining, and her perfectly round Navel, with few stretch marks here and there were making her beauty shine even more. She had removed her heels, generally she was not used to wear heels. She looked at her mirror, her eyes were reddish. She was feeling dizzy, and felt as if she will puke anytime. Because of her alcohol her reaction was little slow.
But as she had started to wear her saree, she found firm hands holding her stomach from behind...
"Leave me ", she screamed despite being wasted, she had this sense that someone is holding her from behind..
But hands were firm, he was silent... but his smell was intoxicating.. after some pause he said
"You are wasted, let me take you home, you are very hot ".. voice was of Rahul.., he was firmly holding Manjuri via her back, and then slowly pushed one of his hands towards her breasts...
"wow" you have lovely breasts.. said Rahul...
Manjuri did not resist. In normal scenario she would have slapped him, but she just closed her eyes, and started to enjoy. Then she said whispering,
"Not here, let us go somewhere", & then she puked... "Ouch" Rahul shouted, and then left her... "You are wasted, let me take you home, may be some other day"
Then cleaning his hands, he helped her wear Saree just as it is. Holding her heels in his hands, he booked a cab, for her home. He did not want to fuck her in this state , as it might have assumed as rape. He wanted her to be in her senses. But, he could feel from her touch she wanted a dick. But this was not the time. He searched her purse to check, her address, and then took her. She was wasted, her breasts were bumping out of her blouse. She was in deep sleep.
"Wow she has a taste" he said looking at the strip of her bra. He just wanted to remove her clothes, but he silently stopped.
He took her to her home, and again grab her in his arms. It was already 3 in the night.
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Chapter 6 Photographs
Manjuri Saree was hardly staying. She was completed wasted. Her cleavage, which were looking bigger due to the pushup bra she was wearing below were tempting for Rahul. He was grabbing her with both his hands. The way from office to home was almost 1 hour. In this one hour his mind had made love to her many times. Temptation to take her to his own home was also there. But to do something to a top executive, and he knew everything would have got recorded in CCTV. If Manjuri would have put any allegation of any sexual exploitation. He did not want to ruin his life. Though his playboy sense had already told him that Manjuri is in need of a dick. Though he did grab and pressed her breasts... But he still controlled.
Taking heels of Manjuri in her hands, with the help of cab guy, and building watchman he could bring her out. Both of their eyes were fixed on hot and sexy body of Manjuri. Somehow three of them could take her to the escalator. Her Saree had completely come out by then. She was only in her peti-coat and sleeveless blouse, with a pearl necklace.
"Daba lo " ( you can press them), said Rahul, to both of them. "Just press, I know you both are tempted"
Watchman and Cab driver , first thought it was a trap, but then they both were ready togo to jail!
Both of the started to press one one boobs of Manjuri.. The press was so hard, that in her wasted condition also she cried in pain...
"aahhh", her moaning voice said.
They came out of lift, and then, Rahul asked both of them to leave. He slowly untied her peti-coat, & slowly touched her panties, they were wet.
"Slut, she needs a dick man" . Her blouse had become wet because of saliva of two man dropping on it. Her bra had unhooked, it was as if it was coming out of her blouse.
Rahul rang the bell of the house/ It was already 3 in the morning..
Sonu who was sleeping in the living room, woke up with the continuous ringing of the bell. He was sleeping naked. Wrapping up the bedsheet, he opened the door.
"Who the fuck is there at this hour, mother fucker, they don't even allow us to sleep" he said.
There was shock in his eyes.. Rahul was standing with his mother in his arms. He was holding her purse, heels and her saree. His mother was more or less semi naked, her bra was just coming out. Her make up and hairs were untidy. Her cleavage had marks of nails..
"What the fuck" Sonu screamed, "what the fuck you did to my mother- you mother fucker ' Sonu shouted to grab her from his arms, as if trying to protect her.
Rahul was composed, he was enjoying, he knew that would be his reaction,
"This is not what you think man, I only brought her here, she was wasted. You shall thank me, I brought her home, you son of a bitch" Rahul said, putting Manjuri on the couch where Sonu was sleeping.
Sonu was stunned.
"Get me some water man, she is very heavy" Rahul said.
"What happened, what did you do to her?" Sonu said, in worry, anyone would have thought the way he was saying. As he looked at her, her peticoat had surprisingly gone upto her thighs, and one could see the glimpse of her panties. Her thighs were milk white with a black color more just below her groin area. The panty was wet.
Sonu could not remove his eyes, but then composed himself.
"fuck", "I think you should go now", he looked intently at Rahul, Rahul himself was looking at Manjuri with lust.
"May be next time" he said, and left the flat.
Sonu was furious, "Slut" he said, but then his eyes flattered on her mom's beautiful body.
"Diva", the man inside him said, "She is a MILF man, at this age also she looks so hot", and then he slowly started to masturbate, removing his underwear. Though his mind did tell him to just undress and fuck her, but he still could not gather the courage. He continued to look at her, and abuse her while stroking his dick, the loads of her sperm fall on the cleavage of his mother. He got scared, but then slowly he wiped it out from her body. Though he had just stroke, but his dick had surprisingly again stood up within minutes.
"Behen Cho... he abused in Hindi, and then wiped out his dick again. After few minutes he again masturbated, and this time threw the sperm directly on her lips. But this time he did not wipe it out. With some courage, he slowly removed the panties she was wearing, and he was astonished to see her vagina perfectly cleaned. "Bikini wax"....
His mother panties were wet, and he could smell it. The smell of her vagina panties kind of intoxicated him. He then slowly undressed her, and threw her clothes in different locations. Surprisingly, Manjuri did not even reacted. He was shocked to see the white milky naked body of his mom. He stared at her body for few minutes. Her nipples were little brownish, and surprisingly were just pointed. Her stomach had some stretch marks but hardly visible. There was this blackish layer around her vaginal lips, but her pink color was making it even look more beautiful. The pearl necklace was touching her boobs, but she was in deep sleep. Might be someone may have added some drug also in her drinks.
Sonu again masturbated, but this time he also touched her boobs. The cab guy and watch man had actually pressed her boobs very badly, the small spot of blood and scratches were easily visible on her breast.
Sonu, threw his third sperm just above her vagina, and then started to record video of his naked mom like a pro. He took some millions of photograph of her, opening her legs, of her boobs, pressing them.... he had some plan in his mind.
Before the sun could rise, he slowly left the house, leaving his mother naked in the living room.
Manjuri Saree was hardly staying. She was completed wasted. Her cleavage, which were looking bigger due to the pushup bra she was wearing below were tempting for Rahul. He was grabbing her with both his hands. The way from office to home was almost 1 hour. In this one hour his mind had made love to her many times. Temptation to take her to his own home was also there. But to do something to a top executive, and he knew everything would have got recorded in CCTV. If Manjuri would have put any allegation of any sexual exploitation. He did not want to ruin his life. Though his playboy sense had already told him that Manjuri is in need of a dick. Though he did grab and pressed her breasts... But he still controlled.
Taking heels of Manjuri in her hands, with the help of cab guy, and building watchman he could bring her out. Both of their eyes were fixed on hot and sexy body of Manjuri. Somehow three of them could take her to the escalator. Her Saree had completely come out by then. She was only in her peti-coat and sleeveless blouse, with a pearl necklace.
"Daba lo " ( you can press them), said Rahul, to both of them. "Just press, I know you both are tempted"
Watchman and Cab driver , first thought it was a trap, but then they both were ready togo to jail!
Both of the started to press one one boobs of Manjuri.. The press was so hard, that in her wasted condition also she cried in pain...
"aahhh", her moaning voice said.
They came out of lift, and then, Rahul asked both of them to leave. He slowly untied her peti-coat, & slowly touched her panties, they were wet.
"Slut, she needs a dick man" . Her blouse had become wet because of saliva of two man dropping on it. Her bra had unhooked, it was as if it was coming out of her blouse.
Rahul rang the bell of the house/ It was already 3 in the morning..
Sonu who was sleeping in the living room, woke up with the continuous ringing of the bell. He was sleeping naked. Wrapping up the bedsheet, he opened the door.
"Who the fuck is there at this hour, mother fucker, they don't even allow us to sleep" he said.
There was shock in his eyes.. Rahul was standing with his mother in his arms. He was holding her purse, heels and her saree. His mother was more or less semi naked, her bra was just coming out. Her make up and hairs were untidy. Her cleavage had marks of nails..
"What the fuck" Sonu screamed, "what the fuck you did to my mother- you mother fucker ' Sonu shouted to grab her from his arms, as if trying to protect her.
Rahul was composed, he was enjoying, he knew that would be his reaction,
"This is not what you think man, I only brought her here, she was wasted. You shall thank me, I brought her home, you son of a bitch" Rahul said, putting Manjuri on the couch where Sonu was sleeping.
Sonu was stunned.
"Get me some water man, she is very heavy" Rahul said.
"What happened, what did you do to her?" Sonu said, in worry, anyone would have thought the way he was saying. As he looked at her, her peticoat had surprisingly gone upto her thighs, and one could see the glimpse of her panties. Her thighs were milk white with a black color more just below her groin area. The panty was wet.
Sonu could not remove his eyes, but then composed himself.
"fuck", "I think you should go now", he looked intently at Rahul, Rahul himself was looking at Manjuri with lust.
"May be next time" he said, and left the flat.
Sonu was furious, "Slut" he said, but then his eyes flattered on her mom's beautiful body.
"Diva", the man inside him said, "She is a MILF man, at this age also she looks so hot", and then he slowly started to masturbate, removing his underwear. Though his mind did tell him to just undress and fuck her, but he still could not gather the courage. He continued to look at her, and abuse her while stroking his dick, the loads of her sperm fall on the cleavage of his mother. He got scared, but then slowly he wiped it out from her body. Though he had just stroke, but his dick had surprisingly again stood up within minutes.
"Behen Cho... he abused in Hindi, and then wiped out his dick again. After few minutes he again masturbated, and this time threw the sperm directly on her lips. But this time he did not wipe it out. With some courage, he slowly removed the panties she was wearing, and he was astonished to see her vagina perfectly cleaned. "Bikini wax"....
His mother panties were wet, and he could smell it. The smell of her vagina panties kind of intoxicated him. He then slowly undressed her, and threw her clothes in different locations. Surprisingly, Manjuri did not even reacted. He was shocked to see the white milky naked body of his mom. He stared at her body for few minutes. Her nipples were little brownish, and surprisingly were just pointed. Her stomach had some stretch marks but hardly visible. There was this blackish layer around her vaginal lips, but her pink color was making it even look more beautiful. The pearl necklace was touching her boobs, but she was in deep sleep. Might be someone may have added some drug also in her drinks.
Sonu again masturbated, but this time he also touched her boobs. The cab guy and watch man had actually pressed her boobs very badly, the small spot of blood and scratches were easily visible on her breast.
Sonu, threw his third sperm just above her vagina, and then started to record video of his naked mom like a pro. He took some millions of photograph of her, opening her legs, of her boobs, pressing them.... he had some plan in his mind.
Before the sun could rise, he slowly left the house, leaving his mother naked in the living room.
Chapter 7 : Exposed -1
Manjuri woke up. She was naked. The bell rang by her maid had woke her up. Her head was spinning 180 degrees.
"Who brought me home?", " where is Sonu?. She searched for her panties, and nighties. Her Saree was thrown at one end, and her Peti-coat was lying at other end. Her panties were not there. She had wore padded Blouse, and it was lying over the top of television. She looked little lost, she remembered faintly about being grabbed by someone at the Office, but after that she had nothing to remember. She gathered her clothes, and rushed to her bedroom to collect her maxie, and wore it without panties and bra.
"Where is Sonu?", " What he may think if he had seen me like this". She looked at her Vagina, and she could not make out.
The maid finished her work, and left. It was already 3 PM, and she had been trying to call Sonu. But his mobile was off. She was worried.
"Did he get upset?. Did he come to know everything about me? I should have been more careful"
All these words were kind of penetrating her mind. She did not even take shower. She was feeling sad and worried and anxious too. Sonu was new to the town, and she did not even know if he had any friends. She was worried, not about she was unable to contact Sonu, but because she was unable to remember. She must have smoked many cigarettes', which she did when she was on stress. Sonu came at around 3 PM.
"Where were you? " shouted Manjuri, "I was trying to reach you since morning".
Sonu had a very shuttle smile on her face, " You forgot, I had training today, and also I had told you that I be staying out with my new friends".
Manjuri was relieved. Relieved of that where he was or relieved of fact that he was not home! But the grin on face of Sonu, was saying something else. Mother's have sixth sense!
It was around 8 pm, and the bell rang, and it was Rahul!
Manjuri was shocked! She remembered Rahul.
"What.. what are you doing " she said stumbling for words.
Rahul, smiled-" I felt you shall be thanking me, rather you are so rude!. Anyways I kept to meet Sonu!"
Manjuri looked little confused, "Sonu! how u know him?"
Rahul did not answer.
"He has gone out for his walk and left his phone." Manjuri said.
Rahul smiled, "I know", & then came surprisingly close to her lips, as if to kiss her, and then stopped.
Manjuri, was just one verge of slapping him, but then stopped.
"What you mean? You know it, then why are you here ?", Manjuri was a sharp lady. She could figure out something was not okay.
Rahul smiled.
"You are a wild lady! Shall I share with your son, that how horny and wild his mother can be?", Rahul said smiling.
Manjuri did not say anything. But there was the bell which rang.
Sonu was on door, he had felt something suspicious already a night before. Looking at how uncomfortable Manjuri was he could make it that something was wrong. He did not say anything though.
Manjuri left to her room with tears in her eyes. Rahul was in good mood, so was Sonu, they both had some talk, and then Rahul left.
Manjuri came out, " How u know him, you should be away from these kind of boys! " She said as a warning.
It was late in the night, and Sonu was looking at the video and pic of his mother he had captured, he could not resist but masturbate. But his mind was just imagining that - "Is she really what she she is? Is she really such an innocent lady or is she really a slut?". This question had made him even more horny. He felt like fucking his own mother even more!
Rahul continued to trouble Manjuri. But she had still not yielded. She had surprisingly not yet- threw him out. A week had passed & Manjuri had to go for a client meeting.
"I may be out for this weekend, but please do take care. You have not yet decided for your career too. Lets talk about it when I come back", she said. She had almost forgotten about the incident it seems.
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Rahul was still trying his best to wo Manjuri.
"What kind of fucking women is she, Saali Paat he nahin rahi hai" he said to himself while pissing. Men tend to get desperate at women he cannot have I guess.
"Mam has gone out of city sir", the peon told him, as he was knocking at her door.
"Oh" "Any-idea, when she be back"
"No sir, she is the boss", innocently he replied back.
Disappointed he left the office.
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Manjuri woke up. She was naked. The bell rang by her maid had woke her up. Her head was spinning 180 degrees.
"Who brought me home?", " where is Sonu?. She searched for her panties, and nighties. Her Saree was thrown at one end, and her Peti-coat was lying at other end. Her panties were not there. She had wore padded Blouse, and it was lying over the top of television. She looked little lost, she remembered faintly about being grabbed by someone at the Office, but after that she had nothing to remember. She gathered her clothes, and rushed to her bedroom to collect her maxie, and wore it without panties and bra.
"Where is Sonu?", " What he may think if he had seen me like this". She looked at her Vagina, and she could not make out.
The maid finished her work, and left. It was already 3 PM, and she had been trying to call Sonu. But his mobile was off. She was worried.
"Did he get upset?. Did he come to know everything about me? I should have been more careful"
All these words were kind of penetrating her mind. She did not even take shower. She was feeling sad and worried and anxious too. Sonu was new to the town, and she did not even know if he had any friends. She was worried, not about she was unable to contact Sonu, but because she was unable to remember. She must have smoked many cigarettes', which she did when she was on stress. Sonu came at around 3 PM.
"Where were you? " shouted Manjuri, "I was trying to reach you since morning".
Sonu had a very shuttle smile on her face, " You forgot, I had training today, and also I had told you that I be staying out with my new friends".
Manjuri was relieved. Relieved of that where he was or relieved of fact that he was not home! But the grin on face of Sonu, was saying something else. Mother's have sixth sense!
It was around 8 pm, and the bell rang, and it was Rahul!
Manjuri was shocked! She remembered Rahul.
"What.. what are you doing " she said stumbling for words.
Rahul, smiled-" I felt you shall be thanking me, rather you are so rude!. Anyways I kept to meet Sonu!"
Manjuri looked little confused, "Sonu! how u know him?"
Rahul did not answer.
"He has gone out for his walk and left his phone." Manjuri said.
Rahul smiled, "I know", & then came surprisingly close to her lips, as if to kiss her, and then stopped.
Manjuri, was just one verge of slapping him, but then stopped.
"What you mean? You know it, then why are you here ?", Manjuri was a sharp lady. She could figure out something was not okay.
Rahul smiled.
"You are a wild lady! Shall I share with your son, that how horny and wild his mother can be?", Rahul said smiling.
Manjuri did not say anything. But there was the bell which rang.
Sonu was on door, he had felt something suspicious already a night before. Looking at how uncomfortable Manjuri was he could make it that something was wrong. He did not say anything though.
Manjuri left to her room with tears in her eyes. Rahul was in good mood, so was Sonu, they both had some talk, and then Rahul left.
Manjuri came out, " How u know him, you should be away from these kind of boys! " She said as a warning.
It was late in the night, and Sonu was looking at the video and pic of his mother he had captured, he could not resist but masturbate. But his mind was just imagining that - "Is she really what she she is? Is she really such an innocent lady or is she really a slut?". This question had made him even more horny. He felt like fucking his own mother even more!
Rahul continued to trouble Manjuri. But she had still not yielded. She had surprisingly not yet- threw him out. A week had passed & Manjuri had to go for a client meeting.
"I may be out for this weekend, but please do take care. You have not yet decided for your career too. Lets talk about it when I come back", she said. She had almost forgotten about the incident it seems.
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Rahul was still trying his best to wo Manjuri.
"What kind of fucking women is she, Saali Paat he nahin rahi hai" he said to himself while pissing. Men tend to get desperate at women he cannot have I guess.
"Mam has gone out of city sir", the peon told him, as he was knocking at her door.
"Oh" "Any-idea, when she be back"
"No sir, she is the boss", innocently he replied back.
Disappointed he left the office.
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Chapter 7 Exposed - 2
He was sitting in a bar with Sonu. Though both had not yet discussed about that night, but when couple of pegs went inside both of them, they could not remain silent for long. There was this aura of silence, which was broken by Rahul.
"Are you Okay. You are not talking to me" he said.
Sonu was silent, and then he looked her and there to see if nearby customers are in quiet a distance.
"Just answer me one question?" he said. His tone was hesitant.
Rahul finishing his peg, and then grabbing some peanuts looked at him, and said " Ask yaar, you are like my younger brother. Just honestly ask", his voice definitely had a sense of compassion.
"Did you fuck my slut mom", Sonu asked.
Rahul was stunned. Whatever dizziness he had felt due to the alcohol had gone. He looked stunned.
"What.. what are u saying, I never knew she is your mother, and honestly I just brought home. When I saw you then I realized she is your mother", then he looked quietly at the glass. " Slut", "Y u call her slut"
Sonu, was silent. He was expecting Rahul to say something else. Again there was a silence. But then Rahul received a sudden call. Rahul was also, someone who was looking for upcoming modelling assignments, at times he was to go on secret assignments to satisfy his or her clients. This time also he had received a call from his agent.
"You need to reach XYZ, bungalow in Lonawala by 12 tonight. Client is high profile. So be ready. They are paying good. Reference is through one of my friends only." She said. She was a thorough professional.
" 12" he cried. " How will I reach. I am drunk "
His agent smiled, "Car is outside, just go and take it. They are paying good " and she shut the phone.
Generally if was to sleep with some high profile ladies, with top connections, he would get these kind of calls. But it was never like this. He was to prepare well in advance. Secrecy clause was always signed. Anyways he was also not in mood, as his mind and thought was only on Manjuri. But work was important too, he was working though in same agency as part time in Manjuri's but it was more on assignment basis. He was ambitious guy.
"Can you pay for today" he looked at Sonu " I need to leave for Pune, I have a modelling assignment".
Sonu knew where he was going. "Go have fun", he said, not even looking at him.
The cab driver was a women for his surprise. She was carrying a copy of NDA (non disclosure clause) with her.
" Sir, sign it"
Rahul looked little surprise. Was it some fucking movie he thought. The lady was very firm and strict.
The whole trip was silent. There was no talk, and he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, he was already outside a big lavish bungalow.
The guards of this bungalow were also ladies, and his mobile phone was kept at the entrance only.
"You will get it when you are going back", as an older looking women searched him...
It was like as if he was going to some gangster house.
As he made way silently towards the main living room. He was scared.
"You can freshen up, and eat something, madam will join you later" another old servant said.
He was looking surprised. This whole plot was like a filmy plot to him. The bedroom given to him, was a okay okay. But interiors were elegant. But bathroom was lavished. He finished his shower, and then shaved his public hairs. Generally he was to wax them! The dinner was already laid for him in his room, and he finished it in nervousness. His mind was still thinking and wondering, who the hell his client was. He was fast asleep, and when he woke up was already 8 am.
It was raining outside, and the bungalow was situation in a nice cozy natural environment. It was cozy and romantic, as silently rain was embracing the mother earth. The bungalow was quiet inside the city, and hence there were not many houses around the neighborhood.
As he freshen up and came down, and walked towards the small garden, he was shocked!
Manjuri - fully naked was dancing and enjoying rain at her small cozy garden!
He rubbed his eyes twice, and then pinched himself twice!
"Is she really Manjuri"....
Yes, it was she. Was Sonu correct! Is she really the slut!
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He was sitting in a bar with Sonu. Though both had not yet discussed about that night, but when couple of pegs went inside both of them, they could not remain silent for long. There was this aura of silence, which was broken by Rahul.
"Are you Okay. You are not talking to me" he said.
Sonu was silent, and then he looked her and there to see if nearby customers are in quiet a distance.
"Just answer me one question?" he said. His tone was hesitant.
Rahul finishing his peg, and then grabbing some peanuts looked at him, and said " Ask yaar, you are like my younger brother. Just honestly ask", his voice definitely had a sense of compassion.
"Did you fuck my slut mom", Sonu asked.
Rahul was stunned. Whatever dizziness he had felt due to the alcohol had gone. He looked stunned.
"What.. what are u saying, I never knew she is your mother, and honestly I just brought home. When I saw you then I realized she is your mother", then he looked quietly at the glass. " Slut", "Y u call her slut"
Sonu, was silent. He was expecting Rahul to say something else. Again there was a silence. But then Rahul received a sudden call. Rahul was also, someone who was looking for upcoming modelling assignments, at times he was to go on secret assignments to satisfy his or her clients. This time also he had received a call from his agent.
"You need to reach XYZ, bungalow in Lonawala by 12 tonight. Client is high profile. So be ready. They are paying good. Reference is through one of my friends only." She said. She was a thorough professional.
" 12" he cried. " How will I reach. I am drunk "
His agent smiled, "Car is outside, just go and take it. They are paying good " and she shut the phone.
Generally if was to sleep with some high profile ladies, with top connections, he would get these kind of calls. But it was never like this. He was to prepare well in advance. Secrecy clause was always signed. Anyways he was also not in mood, as his mind and thought was only on Manjuri. But work was important too, he was working though in same agency as part time in Manjuri's but it was more on assignment basis. He was ambitious guy.
"Can you pay for today" he looked at Sonu " I need to leave for Pune, I have a modelling assignment".
Sonu knew where he was going. "Go have fun", he said, not even looking at him.
The cab driver was a women for his surprise. She was carrying a copy of NDA (non disclosure clause) with her.
" Sir, sign it"
Rahul looked little surprise. Was it some fucking movie he thought. The lady was very firm and strict.
The whole trip was silent. There was no talk, and he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, he was already outside a big lavish bungalow.
The guards of this bungalow were also ladies, and his mobile phone was kept at the entrance only.
"You will get it when you are going back", as an older looking women searched him...
It was like as if he was going to some gangster house.
As he made way silently towards the main living room. He was scared.
"You can freshen up, and eat something, madam will join you later" another old servant said.
He was looking surprised. This whole plot was like a filmy plot to him. The bedroom given to him, was a okay okay. But interiors were elegant. But bathroom was lavished. He finished his shower, and then shaved his public hairs. Generally he was to wax them! The dinner was already laid for him in his room, and he finished it in nervousness. His mind was still thinking and wondering, who the hell his client was. He was fast asleep, and when he woke up was already 8 am.
It was raining outside, and the bungalow was situation in a nice cozy natural environment. It was cozy and romantic, as silently rain was embracing the mother earth. The bungalow was quiet inside the city, and hence there were not many houses around the neighborhood.
As he freshen up and came down, and walked towards the small garden, he was shocked!
Manjuri - fully naked was dancing and enjoying rain at her small cozy garden!
He rubbed his eyes twice, and then pinched himself twice!
"Is she really Manjuri"....
Yes, it was she. Was Sonu correct! Is she really the slut!
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Chapter 8 The Mistress-1
Rahul was shocked. Shocked because he was not expecting Manjuri, secondly she was naked and her body was still very hot. As the water was dripping on her body, he could feel the 440 V current running through his dick.
"Oh my God", he exclaimed.
Manjuri turned back towards him without even even trying to hide anything from him. Her two 34d size boobs were hanging like two Papaya from her chest. She was just wearing one golden chain. Her navel was completely round, and there was just couple of stretch marks, which were more or less not visible. Her upper pelvic area had some fat accumulated, but over all she looked very hot. Her vagina was waxed properly, and she had a tattoo just above her vagina, a arrow kind of showing the way down to her vagina.
Rahul was stunned.
"What happened?" Manjuri looked at him smilingly, "surprised".
Rahul again looked stun.
"Did not you want to fuck me, so what stopping you, come help me1", Manjuri glared at him, seductively
Rahul was still stun, he was still standing still and unable to take a decision. Is the same Manjuri he knows? His mind was running 100 of thoughts.
Manjuri smiled, and then again waved towards him, "Come on, now don't make me wait for long!", she said very seductively.
Rahul could not but moved towards her.
His hands automatically started to press her beautiful breasts. They were still firm despite her age. He put his lips on her lips, and they both started to kiss each other passionately. But Manjuri's kiss was fake, without any feelings.
"Oh you have small lund( dick), she said, while dropping his pants down. His dick was an average Indian male dick. Though his body shape was quiet good. She was expecting, it be very big it seems.
As she started to suck his dick, he could feel the professional sucking. She must have sucked many dicks, he was also experienced guy. So she is not that innocent he thought. She was sucking his dick deep till her throat.
Finally she lied down spreading her legs fully so as to give him the glimpse of her wet pussy.
He entered his dick, with condoms, and started to stroke with full force. He was an experienced fucker, and hence took some time before he cum..
"You were better than my expectations" Manjuri said, as she continued to lie on the small garden. Her body had some mud, more on her buttocks
Rahul was still speechless. He was not understanding how to start the conversation. He was silently seating beside her.
Manjuri knew he is on shock, but she did not say anything.
The two maids brought some towel, and juices in the garden only.
"Thank you Rani", Manjuri said, grabbing the juice from her.
"Surprised" Manjuri looked at Rahul, "Generally I avoid calling people I know, but this time I broke the rule" Manjuri said.
Rahul looked at her.
"You made me horny, and I could not resist" Manjuri said., "I had to break the rule", she said while wearing the towel gown.
"Wana join for a shower" she looked at Rahul, who was still speechless.
Rahul did not join, he was in too much of shock.
It was already 2 pm, and maid called her "Mam has asked to come for lunch" she said.
Manjuri was waiting in the dining hall, and Rahul again looked little out of the place.
"Don't be so shocked, all of us have our own secrets. I know you are a gigolo too. So why u shock to see me. I had to survive in this tough world"
Rahul was silent.
"Remember NDA, you cannot reveal this to anyone, if you do... you know what I can do" Manjur said.
They made one more session of love, and then she handed over a cash with some tip.
"Thank you, you were good, now I feel better"
Rahul was escorted, and he left!
As he was on his way back, he called his agent...
"Who the fuck she was?, it was such a dangerous place." He abused and called names ...
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Rahul was shocked. Shocked because he was not expecting Manjuri, secondly she was naked and her body was still very hot. As the water was dripping on her body, he could feel the 440 V current running through his dick.
"Oh my God", he exclaimed.
Manjuri turned back towards him without even even trying to hide anything from him. Her two 34d size boobs were hanging like two Papaya from her chest. She was just wearing one golden chain. Her navel was completely round, and there was just couple of stretch marks, which were more or less not visible. Her upper pelvic area had some fat accumulated, but over all she looked very hot. Her vagina was waxed properly, and she had a tattoo just above her vagina, a arrow kind of showing the way down to her vagina.
Rahul was stunned.
"What happened?" Manjuri looked at him smilingly, "surprised".
Rahul again looked stun.
"Did not you want to fuck me, so what stopping you, come help me1", Manjuri glared at him, seductively
Rahul was still stun, he was still standing still and unable to take a decision. Is the same Manjuri he knows? His mind was running 100 of thoughts.
Manjuri smiled, and then again waved towards him, "Come on, now don't make me wait for long!", she said very seductively.
Rahul could not but moved towards her.
His hands automatically started to press her beautiful breasts. They were still firm despite her age. He put his lips on her lips, and they both started to kiss each other passionately. But Manjuri's kiss was fake, without any feelings.
"Oh you have small lund( dick), she said, while dropping his pants down. His dick was an average Indian male dick. Though his body shape was quiet good. She was expecting, it be very big it seems.
As she started to suck his dick, he could feel the professional sucking. She must have sucked many dicks, he was also experienced guy. So she is not that innocent he thought. She was sucking his dick deep till her throat.
Finally she lied down spreading her legs fully so as to give him the glimpse of her wet pussy.
He entered his dick, with condoms, and started to stroke with full force. He was an experienced fucker, and hence took some time before he cum..
"You were better than my expectations" Manjuri said, as she continued to lie on the small garden. Her body had some mud, more on her buttocks
Rahul was still speechless. He was not understanding how to start the conversation. He was silently seating beside her.
Manjuri knew he is on shock, but she did not say anything.
The two maids brought some towel, and juices in the garden only.
"Thank you Rani", Manjuri said, grabbing the juice from her.
"Surprised" Manjuri looked at Rahul, "Generally I avoid calling people I know, but this time I broke the rule" Manjuri said.
Rahul looked at her.
"You made me horny, and I could not resist" Manjuri said., "I had to break the rule", she said while wearing the towel gown.
"Wana join for a shower" she looked at Rahul, who was still speechless.
Rahul did not join, he was in too much of shock.
It was already 2 pm, and maid called her "Mam has asked to come for lunch" she said.
Manjuri was waiting in the dining hall, and Rahul again looked little out of the place.
"Don't be so shocked, all of us have our own secrets. I know you are a gigolo too. So why u shock to see me. I had to survive in this tough world"
Rahul was silent.
"Remember NDA, you cannot reveal this to anyone, if you do... you know what I can do" Manjur said.
They made one more session of love, and then she handed over a cash with some tip.
"Thank you, you were good, now I feel better"
Rahul was escorted, and he left!
As he was on his way back, he called his agent...
"Who the fuck she was?, it was such a dangerous place." He abused and called names ...
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