Incest Secrets Of Chowdhury Family

[Supriya Roy]

Sorry for deleting the whole part

 

[Munmun Sen]

( Part : 8 ) Although Promila's love sessions with her own granddaughter Poly was able to diminish her horniness to some extent, those weren't enough to curb her increasing passion and she could feel only a hard fucking was a real remedy for that. And noticing her grandson's fetish for her dirty panties and ejaculating a large amount of cum in his handkerchief or briefs, she decided to target her next partner.

And to achieve that goal, she continued her night adventure... spying in her grandson's room another night..... after Poly's sleeping. She could see his stiff cock jutting out from between his fuzzy crotch. He was holding it in his right hand, stroking the smooth flesh of his shaft furiously while sniffing one of her used panties.

His kinkiness for her soiled panties made herself stroking her itching cunt with the rhythm of his stroking. She thought that he was lying on top of her, frantically pumping his teenage cock in and out of her constantly cumming cunt. She was mesmerized seeing her grandson's stroking prick, finger deep in her cunt and right on the brink of an orgasm.

At one point, she gasped at the realization of what she herself was doing. All the while of fantasizing, her subconscious mind was telling her that some how, she started lusting after her own teenage grandson.

How could this be? She searched for answers, not noticing that she had left her finger inserted inside her still vibrating twat. 'Could I be so confused of what is wrong or what is right. With my unfulfilling desire, I started lusting for my own grandson? It doesn't make sense! Oh, dear God! Am I wrong?', She thought. 'Why am I doing such perverted thing? Why am I thinking about myself in a time like this?'

But whatever her confused mind was doing to her, she didn't want to forgo the orgasm she had brought her self close to.

'But if I cum, I'll know it was because I fantasized about my grandson', She felt herself confused. 'Oh God! You know I really haven't thought about him in a sexual way so long my husband was alive. His sudden death made me such perverted.... that first I was involved with my granddaughter and now I was targetting my grandson. God! Am I sick? Am I making any sin? Please have mercy on me.'

But her reverie and confusion about her incestous attitude were suddenly broken.... noticing her grandson rising from his bed as she quickly walked down the stairs.... to her room. She flopped on her bed but couldn't forget the tantalizing scene of her grandson's masterbation.

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Pobitro silently opened his door to begin his stealthy quest to get to the bathroom unseen by his grandmother. First he passed her sister's room.... she was at her friend Maria's house for a sleepover and preparing some important notes for the coming exam. Rubbing his eyes, slowly he came down through the stairs.

His dick was still hard from jacking off to the fantasy of fucking his grandmother as a big tent was formed at his Bermuda's crotch. However he was confused when suddenly the picture of his friend's lactating mother striking his mind. He could realise it was the effect of that evening's gossips with his friend about his mother.

Just when he made it to the bathroom door, he heard a low moan coming from his grandmother room which she normally did during the practice of her Yoga. But it was almost midnight.... is she in trouble? With some confusion, he moved towards her room worriedly.... crossing over his parents' bedroom's closed door.

It became louder as he got nearer.... the moan was repeated and with it was something whispered that he couldn't quite hear. Curious, he tip toed towards her room.... the doors of bedroom was partly opened.... he peered inside the room. At first he couldn't see his grandmother on the bed. Actually she was on the other side of the couch to where her body was obscured by it's back-rest. Again came the moan and whispers.

This time he could make out a "Yes," and "Do it."

Moving even more closer, he peered cautiously over the top of the couch. His grandmother was writhing on the couch, her only Maxi was pushed up over her abdomen. She was twiddling her sopping cunt rapidly, alternately manipulating her bud and thrusting her finger in and out her densely covered cunt. Now she was mainly finger fucking herself and her moans and whispers grew louder.

"Yes baby, deeper. Ooooh, just like that! Do like me? Didn't you always want me like this, my baby? I know you want me.... I've seen you sniffing my dirty panties. Didn't you just want to put that beautiful cock inside your old Dida?"

Pobitro felt a chill go through his body seeing his grandmother self-pleasuring so openly.... lying on big couch in front of him. Her tits were uncovered and finger rammed deep in her twat and heard his grandmother say something that made him realize what she was really doing. OMG! His grandmother was masturbating while actually thinking about fucked by him! He couldn't believe!

He stepped closer, only to stumble when his feet was suddenly stucked by something and as a result, he stumbled and fell behind the couch. His grandmother sat up with a start at the sudden noise. Pobitro, behind the couch grimaced at his clumsiness and looked up with total embarrassment when his grandmother came around the side of the couch to see what had caused her fingering's interruption.

Promila hadn't quite gotten her Maxi adjusted and the hooks of the Maxi's chest portion weren't buttoned... so that one of her large tits still showed fully. She blushed and quickly covered it up with the flap of her Maxi. Pobitro suddenly wished that she hadn't but was interrupted by a twinge in his knee.

"Ouch," was all he could manage to say. Promila momentarily forgot what her grandson surely saw. She wanted to attend to what ever seemed to hurt him.

On the other hand, she liked it when she noticed him staring at her fully exposed tit... cause, she herself was trying to seduce him for the last few days. Last evening she had already showed that to his friend Abdul..... so what's wrong with her own grandson?

"What is it, honey? Where did you hurt?" She asked with a look of concern. Her grandson sat up with futile attempt and at the same time trying to camouflage the hard on that still loomed in his Bermuda.

"I just bumped my knee, that's all Dida," He replied finally. He then stood up and took a few limping steps. "See, I'm OK."

Promila appraised his gait a moment and reached gently for his arm. "Come and sit on the couch so I can get a clear look at it."



Pobitro dumbly followed his dominant grandmother's guide with bowing head and sat with an embarrassed face on the sofa. He covered his crotch, trying again to hide his relentless erection but his checky grandmother noticed that. The fantasy images instantly came back to her but she quickly dispelled them, her concern that her grandson was hurt being greater.

She knelt down in front of him to get a look at his knee. Carefully, she lifted the loosened Bermuda's leg up and over his thigh so that she could see the injured joint. Briefly, she flashed her eyes back to his crotch, where he still covered up his hard on, and then back to his knees. She felt his knee, checking if there was some injury she could detect. She had some medical knowledge which she got from her daughter's nurse friend Ajmira. She didn't feel anything obviously wrong and began to massage his sore knee.

"Really, Dida, I just banged it. I'll be OK," Pobitro said as she rubbed. He didn't really want her to stop, the feel of his grandmother's silky hands on his leg felt so good which served to stiffen his dick even harder.

"I know, baby. I just wanted you to sit and talk to me about something," Promila said, not looking up at him. She swallowed hard, not sure how to start the discussion over how he had stumbled upon. Bolstering her resolve, she spoke again. "I want to know what you are thinking, Sona."

"About what, Dida?"

Promila swallowed again. "About what you saw me doing over there on the couch."

Pobitro's mind was blank. Nothing there would form into anything that would be coherent. His grandmother continued her massage, unconsciously moving her hand to his thigh. He noticed this and shifted uncomfortably.... she ignored this and continued massaging his leg.

"Well?" Pobitro finally found his nerve and spoke. "I don't know, Dida. I guess I shouldn't have seen what you did."

Promila smiled at her grandson's embarrassment. "But you saw me. Now, tell me what you're really thinking. Not only that, oneday I saw you sniffing my panties.... did you like the smell?"

Pobitro's head once again hanged in acute embarrassment being caught red handed as he stared at his grandmother's hand massaging his upper thigh. He could swear that she was moving it up his thigh intentionally. "I... I.... really like the scent of your cun....nn....t.... it's...sooo.... intoxicating."

"I know that Sona.... and thinking about, it always makes me horny," Promila said smilingly. "Anyway I think you were really enjoying what you were doing."

"I was, Dida, I was." Knowing his grandmother's horniness, Pobitro too decided to open up his own feelings as he saw his grandmother's hand slid up further three inches that time. He stared at it, hypnotized by the movement of her petite hand sliding over his flesh. His hand fell away, uncovering the obvious bulge in his Bermuda.

Promila eyed that bulge approvingly and moved her hand higher, close to the crease of her grandson's hip. She was throwing whatever caution she had had into the wind now and the cock that surely lay underneath that fabric was the focus of her thoughts. Any thought of this being her grandson was gone and now he was simply a tool of her desire.

"I think you were enjoying it too, baby, look at your cock." Promila grinned as her grandson quickly covered his erection, embarrassed that she had noticed it. But she quickly reached up and moved his hand away from his lap.

"There's no need to hid it from me now, baby. Dida seen it already few minutes ago while you were jerking off." Promila said smilingly in which Pobitro was surprised. He sensed his grandmother was daring him at something and thus offered his own challenge to her. "I saw you too, Dida."

"Yes, I could guess that.... but what is it you would like then, baby?"

He spoke nervously at the next. "Could I see that again?"

"See what, baby?"

He flushed red and looked away, his eyes darting about the room like a spooked animal. Meanwhile she moved her hand closer to where the head of his cock lay under the Bermuda and kept massaging.

"What do you want to see, baby?"

He looked straight at his grandmother and the words came out. "I want to see your titties again, Dida."



"Just my tities!" Promila took her hand off from her grandson's thighs and pushed aside the flaps of her loosened Maxi. Her both tits now completely revealed.... they were slightly saggy and on top of those were her erect brown nipples. Her grandson's eyes bugged as he gripped his dick through his Bermuda and gave it a squeeze. She smiled happily as she watched his eyes roll back in pleasure. Gingerly, she reached for his crotch, and moved his hand out of the way.

"You've done this several times.... now let your Dida do this for you, baby." She said and finding the snaps of his Bermuda, she undid them and began to pull them down.

"Lift yourself up baby slightly..... yes that's it," She told him patiently and he complied.

She pulled the Bermuda down to his ankles and stared at her grandson's reddened dick. It was a good sized one, at least in her limited experience, nearly eight inches of young adolescent male cock. She slid her hands back up his thighs, halting just below his prick.

"I just want you to know how much Dida loves you Sona." She let her fingers extend to touch the head of his dick.

When she touched it, his cock jumped at the touch. Gently, she slid her hand across the swollen shaft and he sucked his breath. Set in her course of action, she slowly wrapped her hand around his pole, relishing at how hot and hard it felt in her hand. She began to stroke his baby like flesh.... as his breathing came faster with each stroke.

"Damb Dida, I'm gonna...."

Before she could stop, her grandson started to cum suddenly, a spray of cum jetting out of his cock. Some of the white semen landed on his thighs and most of it's on her tits. She didn't want this to happen so soon. She wanted him to at least last long enough to get him inside her four months starving cunt. However she didn't stop pumping that spurting cock with all of that jism now oozing out of it.

When he was finished cumming, Promila used her Maxi's hem to wipe the sticky semen off from both of them. Done, she stood up straight... and looking at her grandson's eyes, very slowly she took off her only Maxi. Now being completely naked, she knelt in front of him and took hold of his semi-erect penis.

"Did you like what you see, baby?"

"Ohhhhhh.....Yes Dida.... It's beyond my imagination."

"I'm glad you like. Do you want more?" She asked with a sly smile and his reply was a quick nod. "I was hoping you would. Your Dida was dreaming to do a lot with her dear Nati ( Grandson ), since she saw you sniffing her dirty panties."

Then without a further word, she took him in her mouth, sucking a long stroke and then letting his cock slip out.

"Ohhhhhh...... Diiidddddaaaa.....," Pobitro moaned looking down at his grandmother's sucking mouth. "Please, don't stop. That felt really good."



"It did? Your grandfather liked this too."

"It was really good, Dida, please continue."

"All right then. If it was good, why don't you put that beautiful penis in Dida's mouth again and let her suck you?" Promila said opening her mouth as Pobitro took hold of his dick. Scooting towards her, he slid his cock past her open lips and into her mouth.

She went slow with her teenage grandson, letting his cock build back to full erection, completely filling her mouth. She was trying to be as gentle and careful with him as possible, out of fear that if he got too stimulated again, he could blow another wad. However she wasn't sure if he could cum again in such a short span of time but she didn't want too run that risk.

She savored the feel of his hot tool in her mouth as it slid slowly back and forth across her lips. With her tongue, she could feel the texture of the shaft, the ripples in the blood engorged flesh, the veins that stood out prominently.

For his part, Pobitro was in total awe of the sight of his widow grandmother sucking his prick. Never in a million years did he expect to have this happen. Sure, he just started fantasizing about his grandmother very recently but always discounted on her to actually be blowing him. His cock was feeling terrific with each suck his grandmother applied to it and he began to move his hips sitting on the couch, thrusting towards her mouth as she went down on him.

The mature widow grandmother continued her slow blow on her grandson for a few minutes more and then let him free of her mouth. Still holding and stroking his cock, she looked up at him with all the affection she had for his only grandson.

"Dida.... Ohhhhhh.... How niceeee.....," the teenager started moaning, "Please, don't stop."



Promila smiled broadly at her grandson, ecstatic that he was really enjoying her blow job. She had really been an expert of giving blowjob to her deceased husband, and now she applied that tricks on her grandson with more confidence. She wondered now what had driven her to do this to her grandson..... why she was the very brink of incest with him.

'Since I've been sucking on this wonderful penis, haven't I done that already?' The thought was fleeting as she gripped him tighter, causing him to suck in a breath of pleasure. She reveled in the bliss she had her grandson feel, the way his hips writhed uncontrollably, thrusting in her fist on each down stroke on his dong. She took him by the hands and stood him up.

"Come with me, baby," She said taking him over to her big bed.

She then gently had him lay down on the bed and took her place next to him. He was in full arousal now, hugging against his grandmother, his dick rubbing against her thigh, seeking still more stimulation. She hugged her grandson in return and took his face in her soft hands.

"My Sona Dadubhai....., what ever are we going to do now?"

"I don't know, Dida, but I don't want to stop."

"I know baby, I don't want to finish the job yet," She said reaching out for his cock and began stroking it again. She squeezed his prick harder, causing him to shudder.

"But you have to promise me something, baby," She said, writhing in her own ecstasy with him, their bodies moving constantly.

"Yes, Dida.... I follow whatever you say."

"I want you to tell me that no one will ever find out about what we are going to do..... even to your three dearest friends Abdul, Birbahadur and Joseph. Your Dida could get into a lot of trouble if you did any mistake of leaking our intimacy."

"I swear.... I won't tell anyone, Dida. Nobody's gonna find out what we're doing." Taking her hands in his hands and kissing her lips for the first time, he said with an emotional tone. He had never kissed a girl before, the thought of it simply made him too nervous.

"I know that, baby. I trust my Dadubhai." Saying that, she gently returned his kisses by kissing him on his lips. She kissed him softly again and again.... her lips rested on his lips for a longer time. He accepted the kiss without hesitation and each one that followed.

And just by kissing her grandson, Promila became more and more lost in her desire. Her lips moved with passionate determination, loosening his as well. Without thought, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and sought out his. He was shocked at this new smooching technique. She looked at his shocked face and giggled softly.

"It's all right, just do what I do. Although you're a novice about this, I think you're doing really well, baby."

Saying so, again she attacked his mouth, plunging her tongue back in. Her grandson now could get the gist of what she was doing and soon, he was entwining his own tongue with her tongue. All the while, they embraced tightly as she slowly started pulling his body on top of hers. She kept one leg between them to prevent any penetration just yet.

Pobitro noticed finally that he was on top of his grandmother and stopped kissing her to gaze at her with the same glazed look she had. He admired her body, the milk-white tits with their hard brown nipples jutting at the top. Her chest rose and fell with each lusty breath she took. His gaze further went down to the black thatch of curly hair that led to his point of origin to the world.

Suddenly, the full impact of what he was doing with his own grandmother struck him and he looked into her face, an unsure expression on his.

"Are we really doing this, Dida?" He asked with some concern in which she smiled, her face blushing red from her passion. "Yes dear, we really are.... and now I'm not your Dida, yes treat me as your lover."

Pobitro's heart melted hearing such romantic words as he looked about the room, trying to find the courage to express his own feelings. As he looked all over the room, he realized that he would never look at it the same way again. Always the memory of what he was doing with his fifty-two yrs old widow grandmother and what they might do would be in here with him. He looked into her eyes deeply.

"Yes dear, my love, are we...you know....going to do it?" He asked again.

Promila smiled approvingly sliding her leg out from between his and now lay with legs spread, as her grandson positioned himself between them. Once he was there, his cock somehow was in direct line with her cunt and with the closeness of both their pelvises, he immediately slipped straight into her. She let out a startled gasp, as did her grandson.

She then took in a deep breath and let out a dreamy sigh. "Does this answer your question, baby?"

They both stayed in that position for a while, as she waited for her grandson to start thrusting his eight inches completely buried hard dick deeper into her dripping cunt. He was stunned at the feeling of his boyish ( ! ) cock.... actually manly cock....inside a hot, slippery, mature cunt for the first time in his life, especially it being his own grandmother's.

Promila looked into his eyes through half closed lids. "It's all right my dear lover..... You're inside me now."

Pobitro shook his head, clearing his head to concentrate. "Ohhhhhh my darling..." was all he could manage to say.

"Baby, don't just lay there," Promila said after a few moments. She softly grasped his ass cheeks. "Please make love to me, Dadubhai. Make love to your lover Dida."

Pobitro did as he was instructed and began slow thrusts with his hips, each one burying his ** yrs old hard prick further into his 52 yrs. old widow grandmother's love canal. She moaned each time he drove deeper.

His thick shaft was stimulating her cunt in ways that she had never felt in her life and the mushroom of a head on his cock was hitting her cunt walls in just the right spot. As her moaning increased, so did her grandson's desire. He pumped into her with determination, each time eliciting a louder, longer moan from her.

"Right there, Sona. Keep doing it just like that. Ooooh, you feel so good inside me. Ohhh! Yes right there!" She groaned with his continuous thrusting and all those made him to increase his tempo. As a result, she moaned even louder.

"Yes, yes! Ooooh, my sweet lover! Love me! Deeper! Harder! Oh, God I want more of you!" She bucked her hips to match his rhythm, getting his cock deeper inside as she felt his balls slap against her ass at every pump of his hips.

"Ohhhhhh...... My darling Dida, this feels so good!"

"Yes, yes, it does. Keep it going, baby. I want all of you can give me!"

They were fucking faster by the moment, huffing breaths coming form the both of them and he began to groan loudly as his pleasure mounting with his relentless pumping.

"Yes my dear Dadubhai! I want you to love this! Love me! Fuck me! Make a baby in your Dida's belly as a souvenir of our love," Promila hissed using the obscene words with her increasing lust.

The last words shocked her, she herself had never used such profanity. She had, of course, heard enough of it in the porn movies that her deceased husband had insisted on watching at night and had seen many a sex scene in them to know what she was saying. If her grandson noticed what she had just said, he only reacted to it by pounding even harder at her cunt.

"Ooooh, yeah! I love it! Fuck me just like that, baby! Fuck your Dida, fu....." Promila stopped speaking, realizing that she was beginning to build to orgasm. Determined to get an real orgasm through a hard fuck she had yet to attain since her husband's death, she goaded her grandson on.

"Fuck me hard, Dadubhai. I want you to fuck me with all the cock you have!" She hissed as her grandson pumped even harder into her, himself feeling the building pressure in his balls, signaling his imminent orgasm.

"I think... I.... I..... think...I... I'm also.....," He started to say in which she grabbed his butt and jammed him harder in her.

"Yes, baby, I know! Dida is right there with you. Oh, God, fuck me! Make Dida cumming with your hard fucking!"

For the next moments, they fucked in silent intensity, their breathing rapid and deep. Sweat rolled off of both their intertwined bodies. The only other sound was the slippery, sucking sound Pobitro's cock make as it hammered madly into his grandmother. His balls had shrunk up, a sign that his own orgasm was very close. He raised up, poised over his grandmother as he fucked so that he could look at her.

Promila stared back at her grandson with undisguised wide eyed lust, her tits gyrating with each thrust he made. As she stared, his eyes rolled back in their sockets and he then assumed a grimacing, determined expression. She knew his jism was about to boil over in his balls and cum firing into her still fertile cunt. Without warning, her own orgasm crested and came crashing down on the very beachhead of her soul.

"Oh....My....God....ohhhh...yessss... fuuuuck..... Didddaaaaaa........ Make your Dida mommy againnnnn.....!" The last sentence made Pobitro reach to his top as he started pumping madly. He was now fucking his grandmother spastically.

"Oh, Dida...!" Pobitro cried, suddenly increased his pumping.



In his own mind, he couldn't quite believe this was happening; this was his grandmother he was fucking, for God's sake..... his own Mamoni's mother! And she was wanting him to impregnate her. But to give her credit, she was very good..... warm, wet and tight, wrapped around his deeply plunging cock.

Soon they were getting noisy.... he could feel his balls slapping her cunt with every stroke, and he was fearing his parents might hear just beside the room.... the SMACK-SMACK SMACK of his hips slapping into his grandma's ass. But it seemed they were sleeping deeply, unaware of the hot incestuous coupling happening just beside their room.

"Oh, Dida....I think I'm gonna cum..."

"Oh, Baby," Promila purred; "Fuck me! Fill me with full of your cum!"

Pobitro responded by thrusting even harder.... practically pushing his grandmother up onto the edge of the sofa. He was hard as a rock.... harder than her late husband had ever been. She almost felt sorry for her grandson; a cock that hard had to ache like a son-of-a-bitch.... but there she was just making it worse, sucking and squeezing the
shaft with her cunt-muscles.

"Oh, fuck!" He cried out, feeling his cock explode inside his grandmother; "Fuck...!"



Promila could feel her grandson's cockhead suddenly pushed inside her womb.... the pulsing, throbbing of his cock in the grip of her cunt.... and a sudden rush of wetness as hot semen jetted out of his piss-slit and filled her womb. Indeed, she could actually feel him cum inside her.... his pulsing jets of cum squirting into her cunt.... and she finally trembled with a shuddering climax.

Fighting to fill her womb with his potent, youthful seed, Pobitro felt her trembling pleasure. But it was all he could do to concentrate on his own pleasure at the moment. He till pressed in deep.... wrapping his arms around her midriff and groaned with the effort to force out the last of his cum.

"Oh, that was marvelous," Promila said, finally feeling her grandson cock slip out of her hole; "Now go back to your room.... otherwise your parents may find out ourselves. And in the morning after they went out, we can fuck some more again."

Dazed, Pobitro pulled up his Bermuda and went out silently from her room. He quickly dozed in sleep getting a memorable experience of his debut fucking from his grandmother.

In the morning taking breakfast, his parents went out bading him goodmorning and few minutes later, Promila came back from her morning-walk. Without changing her dress, she came directly into his room with clicking sounds of her pedals and wake him up by shrugging his shoulders.

With a happy yawning, he smiled at his grandmother as she kissed on his lips lightly and turned to go back to her room. Jumping from his bed, he followed her. He looked at her tightly bound feet and Promila could tell he liked her sandals as he watched her heels separating slightly from her soles with every step. Her ankles still tightly bound by the straps of her sandals.

He was so intent on that, in fact, that he failed to notice her slipping off her clothes.... with the effect that he found himself coming upon his now-naked grandmother at the top of the stairs. Seductively, she spun around once before him, then guided him back to her bedroom.

"You like?" She asked, turning once more, and bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"You do look sexy with these sandals," Pobitro admitted, watching her gorgeous tits bounce on her chest as he rubbed his morning wood. "Can we fuck some more?"

"Oh, yeah," Promila growled, taking hold of his cock and pulling him onto her bed. Between her legs now, he struggled to doff his Bermuda and shirt, then once again plunked his cock into her cunt.

"Oh, fuck!" Promila gasped; "You don't want to waste any time, do you?"

Pobitro just grunted, slamming a flurry of nut-slapping thrusts into his grandmother's belly, then slowing to bend down and sample her delicious tits. Although there might have been a slight sag to the pendulous tits when she was standing, they were still beautifully firm and full, with large areolae fanning out around the hard pink nipples. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked intently, even as he continued to grind away at her furry cunt.

"Oh, that feels so good," Promila moaned, cupping and squeezing her own tits; "Maybe Dida can make you some milk..."

"You're kidding," Pobitro said; of course, feeling his grandmother's slippery cunt sucking at his pumping cock, he wasn't inclined to doubt much of anything now...

"No, really," Promila said, working her nipples firmly between her thumbs and fingers; sure enough, tiny drops of milk started to dribble from her nipples a moment later.

"Oh, damn...!" Pobitro said, feeling a charge go through his cock even as he watched his grandmother lactate. And, Promila for her part, seemed very pleased with herself, and smiled up at him.

"I just wish you could make me pregnant," She said, wrapping her legs around his back; "Then I could really make some milk for you."

And that finally did it; raging-hard, Pobitro jammed his cock deep inside his grandmother's cunt, then filled her belly with surge after surge of steaming hot cum.

Yet, to Promila's amazement, her grandson wasn't nearly sated. Because after resting a few minutes, he rolled her over to fuck her from behind in doggy style position... pausing in his fucking to unbuckle her sandals and slip them off from her feet.... then pushed in deep to fill her with a fresh load of cum.

The two of them then took a shower together, ostensibly to clean off, but actually ended up turning each other on all over again. He ended up resting her on a ledge at the rear of the shower, and fucked her as shower water rolled down his back, ultimately squirting a fourth load of spunk in her cunt.

Afterward, they recovered on her bed, but Promila was now feeling a bit hungry and offered to make them something to eat. For his part.... hungry as he was, too. However he was still a lot hungrier for his grandmother's cunt; watching her slip her sandals back on.... reaching down to buckle the little straps around her ankles. She then walked away wearing a short Maxi.... which she used once for her deceased husband's enjoyment.... barely reaching it's hem down her shapely ass.

And so watching his grandmother in such provocative dress, his cock sprung quickly back to life. Thus, he followed her to the kitchen and came up behind her even as she was melting some butter in a skillet. Although she knew he was right behind her, she was startled when he lifted up the back of her Maxi's hem and bend her forward. She was gasped as he slipped his hard-on back inside her still leaking cunt.

"Oh, fuck...!" Promila exclaimed, grabbing the kitchen top's side and feeling her grandson push her forward with his thrusts.... right up against the front of the oven.

However she didn't shut off the gas to the burner as her grandson kept thrusting insistently from behind, churning the juices in her cum-soaked cunt once again. Standing on tiptoes in her sandals, the widow grandmother could feel the vamps digging into her toes even as her grandson fought to sate his lust with a slamming barrage of driving thrusts. Despite some obstacles in that position, she came... her cunt-juices drooling down her legs in a gush of sudden pleasure. Her grandson answered a few seconds later, clutching her dangling tits and squirting his potent sperm deep inside her belly again.

"Maybe you should make us something to eat," Pobitro suggested, playfully pumping her compelled hole; "I'm kind of hungry..."

"Well, if you'll give me a second..." She sighed pushing her ass against his loin.

"Here, I'll help you," Pobitro said, reaching around her.... with his cock still snug in her cunt.... as she cracked an egg into the frying pan on top of the stove.

"Ohhh..." Promila moaned, feeling her grandson still hard in her cum-filled cunt, "I don't know if I can cook like this..."

"Oh, you can cook all right," Pobitro said, brushing his grandmother's shampooed hair aside to nibble on her ear.... and making some thrusts as she cracked another egg, "What are we making, Dida?"

"I'm going to make an omelet," Promila said.... pushing her buttocks back against his thrusting hips; "But scrambled eggs are easier..."

"Especially when you're fucking," Pobitro finished her sentence.

"Yeah, especially when you're fucking..."

Somehow, Promila managed to tend the eggs until they were done, adding some sliced onion originally meant for the omelet. Pronouncing it was done, she then received another quick flurry of thrusting from her grandson, and yet another load of youthful spunk squirted into the mouth of her womb.

"Think you're out of cum yet?" She queried.

"Yeah, probably."

Yet there was still more left in the teen kid's balls. Later they cuddled in the drawingroom's couch.... watching TV, and sure enough Promila ended up with her ass lifted on a pillow, her legs up in the air while her grandson pile-driving her sticky-tight cunt.

"When's the last time you fucked someone, Dida?" Suddenly Pobitro asked; "You're so damn tight!"

"You.... ( unph! ).... really want to know?"

"Well, you don't have to tell me," He said, grinding her sweet hole, "If you don't want to..."

"It was your Nepali friend Bahadur," Promila admitted, "Just three days ago, when he stayed the night here with you."

"What? Bahadur..... He never mentioned that."

"It was just a quickie," Promila said.... adding hastily, "You know how he stared at my body whenever he had a chance. That day at one moment he said he liked my tits, and I was so lonely after your grandfather's death.... I couldn't check myself."

But Pobitro was more amused than upset as he said, "Dida, you are such a slut."

"Hey," Promila felt irritated, "Check your language.... that's your grandmother you're talking about."

"Sorry, Dida," Pobitro said; "My sweet Dida never be a slut. Yes Dida.... you're so nice and.... I... I think I'm in love with you."

"OMG! Love for an old widow..... Thanks Sona; now give Dida a kiss." Promila's face lighted up as her grandson responded by leaning in close to her.... even as he continued to fuck her.... and kissed her full on the mouth.

"So where did you do it?" He asked a moment later; "I know it couldn't be when we were there in the same bed..."

"It was in the kitchen," Promila admitted, blushing at the memory; "I was coming out cleaning the utensils when he was going to bathroom.... passing over the kitchen. He saw me cleaning the utensils.... slightly bending over the sink. I gasped suddenly when he hugged me from behind, and then one thing led to another..."

"What! He just plowed into you, and his dick got stuck in your cunt?"

"Now Sona, you sound like you're jealous."

"Well, no. I'm just curious..."

"Well, he told me again he was fascinated by my dangling tits, and I said something like, 'I bet you say that to all your girlfriends' and then he suddenly hugged me and I couldn't control myself."

"Damn, you are so easy."

Promila slapped him playfully for that, and her grandson intensified his thrusting. Actually he was highly excited hearing his friend's adultery with her. It was a steamy image, he had to admit.... his Nepali friend plowing his grandmother and it quickly made the sperm boil over in his balls. Pressing in deep, he crushed his nuts against her bottom and squirted his seventh.... and as it were, penultimate.... load of the day inside her.

For him still had one more left, when they went back to sleep upstairs in his bedroom. Curled up in his arms, she felt him go stiff yet again against her backside, and started with pleasure as he eased his penis back inside her.

"You're terrible," His grandmother giggled.

"No, just horny," He replied, pumping his widow grandmother until he came, then falling asleep with his cock still embedded inside her satiated cunt.

Cont....

Amazing description and one of the best stories I've ever read. The most interesting thing which attract me most is the gradual build up of romance between the two unequal aged persons.... yes, I want to mention the love and ultimate sex between a grandmother and grandson. Bravo Supriya Ma'am, continue it, I'm always with you.

 

[kirantariq]

Good

 

[Munmun Sen]

More than eight days passed. Eagerly waiting for another hot update.

 

[Supriya Roy]

Sorry for deleting the whole part

 

[Munmun Sen]

So many days passed. Eagerly waiting for another hot episode. Can't help to see Protima and her Punjabi friend doing something horny sessions.

 

[Munmun Sen]

Oh, another hot update. Thanks ma'am, please continue. But I'm surprised not to see any comment about this amazing story.

 

[Supriya Roy]

Feel extremely sorry for deleting Parts 6, 7, 8 & 9. Actually to modify the Story, I've to take such drastic step..... once again I show my deep sorrow for the inconveniences of the readers. Soon coming back with the modified versions.

 

[naughtyishaan]

Feel extremely sorry for deleting Parts 6, 7, 8 & 9. Actually to modify the Story, I've to take such drastic step..... once again I show my deep sorrow for the inconveniences of the readers. Soon coming back with the modified versions.

A decent one please...... Last parts were getting out of hand . People do like long sex scenes with good gif(not necessary if you don't feel to add), but last time wali bahut out of hand ja rahi thi.

 

[Supriya Roy]

( Gurpreet & Jaspal )

Part : 6

Gurpreet Kaur, one of the dearest friends of Protima Chowdhury sat on the commode, her nightgown bunched around her waist. Through her wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her curly black cunt-hair, then drop into the bowl. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake.

"Jas?" She called.

"Yeah?" Her husband answered, pushing the bathroom door open. "Well, aren't you now
a pretty sight?"

"Look, who's talking. You look as bad as I feel," She said with a smile. Her husband was naked except for a towel around his mid section, his flaccid cock making a delightful bulge at the crotch. She saw it twitch as he eyed her with open appreciation.

Blessed with good skin tone and bone structure, the renowned childless Punjabi headmistress still possessed almost all the physical attributes that had first attracted her husband, over twenty years ago. Her face showed no surrender to her age and her long-legged body was well put together.... tits, full and firm, stomach flat, and a shapely set of jiggling ass.

"Oh, honey," She said, "I can't wake up this morning. I'm too beat up with the forthcoming half-yearly exam of my school. But what about you?"

"Fantastic.... fit as a fiddle and want to trot. Want to go around again?"

"You're too much," She giggled and then remembering something, she asked, "OK, did you hide our special homemade video real good? You know Ajmira often comes to our house with her son Abdul and the kid likes to play video games in our computer."

"Of course I did," He lied. Their latest homemade video was kept in a pendrive which was still attached in the computer socket.... however a copy of it was kept with hidden password in a folder of the computer. "Relax darling, he doesn't go sneaking through the drawers anymore."

"Oh, God. Do you remember when oneday Abdul found my soaked panties in the computer drawer and taking that he started to sniff? I almost died from embarrassment."

"What's wrong with that.... you know I'm a big fan of your soaked panties.... so you shouldn't blame the kid!" Jaspal remarked in which they both broke into laughter.

"We've come a long way since then, haven't we?"

"And how. That's why I want all our videos in a safe place where no one is going to find them. You know it can spoil my reputation among my students.... and what about my friend Ajmira, she would never spare me."

"Com'on darling.... don't be so much tensed about that. You know now in internet's era it's a common matter to a large no. of persons. So don't worry too much about it. Do you remember, how much Ajmira and her husband loved our special homemade videos just as much as we do. Admit it," He urged.

"How could I dear.... those were the golden days..." Gurpreet tried to reminisce.

"Oh all those passed away since her husband's death." Jaspal felt extremely sorry for the sudden death of Ajmira's husband. "Anyway we should try for a new ones..... what about your Bengalee friend.... I mean Protima?"

"You're a dirty man!" She said giggling. "You know I'm trying for that too."

"I sure am," He said, pulling her to him.

Gurpreet felt the hair on his bare chest rub against her sensitive tit-flesh and her blood stirred. She was amazed that he still couldn't get enough, not even after twenty years of their marriage.....neither could she. They had found the secret of keeping the magic alive.

"How'd you like this dirty ol' man to prong you again?"

"After last night? You can't have that much energy left."

He rubbed the palm of his hand over her nipple making it immediately come alive and hardened. Her body's trigger was her nipples, and he knew it. Her pussy began to heat up, making her juices flow.

"You bastard! Oh, that feels so good." Playfully, she punched his arm as his knowing hands began to roam her body, stoking the smoldering ember in her loins.

"So, you're not so beat up after all."

"Like hell! You know how beat up I'm. You've it recorded for posterity..... Oooh, yes, do that!"

"I sure as hell do, and everytime I think about it, I feel horny. Like now..... Com'on, let's go to bed."

Gurpreet giggled as she allowed herself to be maneuvered to the large bed. Her husband pulled the towel that was wrapping around her body loosely and it fell to her feet, almost causing her to trip. Reaching to steady her, his hand found her left tit. The shock was electric and caused her to suck in her breath. Automatically she reached for his stiffening prick to balance herself.

"God," He said, with a choke in his voice, "You really are a sexy woman.... same as you were twenty years ago."

Gurpreet smiled happily getting same type of attention from her husband like twenty years ago as she kneaded his cock, feeling it grow harder and hotter in her hand. "And you, pretty liar, only get better with age. More kinky, too," She giggled. "And I love it!"

She fell back on the bed with his hands trailing over the hills and valleys of her body. Spreading her legs wide he blew softly into her silky, hot cunt and she moaned with delicious excitement. Cunt-juices started oozing from her cunt and clung like Parle strands on her pubic hair. The hot brownish lips beckoned. Slowly, her husband flicked his tongue over her exposed clit.

"Oooooooo, Jas . . . mmmmmmmmmmm," She mewed, her voice tight with anticipation. Automatically, her cunt-lips parted. Her husband grabbed her asscheeks and stabbed her cunt with his spear-like tongue. Her body arched, and she grabbed his head, forcing his face deep into her musky mound.

"Oh, God...... yes!" She screamed, grinding her hips against his sucking mouth. "That's it! There! Oh, shit, yessss! Oh Jas, suck harder.... nooooo..... don't stop!"

Jaspal pulled his tongue out of his wife's steaming cunt and looked at her face. It was flushed and her brow was knitted as if in pain. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Her hips twitched and her tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing. With a smile he mashed his face tight against her wide open cunt and drove his tongue in deep.

"Ugggggggh! Oh, you mean bastard! Aaaaaah! Oh, Jas, keep sucking! Yeaaaah! God! Stick your finger in my cunt . . . please! Yes! Yes! Like that! Oh, soooo gooood! Fill me up!"

Gurpreet felt her husband's tongue dart in and out of her searing cunt, felt his teeth nibble the tender outer lips, his hot mouth sucking hard on her clit. He knew her body; her responses, how to drive her to the brink and back again. He twisted his finger around the slick walls of her cunt, feeling the spongy texture.... adding to her torment and pleasure.

"Oh, you sonofabitch!" She screamed. "My ass! My ass! Stick your finger up my ass! Hurry, I'm dying . . . AAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Her body arched and the muscles of her ass contracted as his relentlessly probing finger slowly entered the tight ring of her asshole. Thrashing around almost violently, Gurpreet forced her hips down on her husband's twisting finger..... driving it deep into her bowels.... all the time holding his face flush against her demanding cunt. Thick, hot cunt-juice dribbled out of her burning hole, down her asscrack... lubricating her husband's index finger.

Suddenly a vision of his wife with a huge black cock of Ajmira's husband, thick prick up her ass flashed through jaspal's mind which made his erection almost painful. She twisted around, her toes curling, stiffly, around the bedsheets, bunching them together. Her breathing was labored and her words came in gulps.

"Oh Jas, I'm so full! Aiiieee, shit, honey, I need your cock in me badly! Quick, lay down.... I've got to have it!"

They quickly shifted positions as Gurpreet roughly pushed her husband down on his back and placed her juicy, pleasure-raw cunt directly over his large purple cockhead. Hunkering down, she slowly eased herself onto the long, slender shaft. Her cunt stretched wide as his hot prick pushed its' way deep into her erupting body.

'Oh, God,' She thought, as his cock hit her bottom, 'This is actual heaven! How would I ever survive without a stiff cock? She controlled the sensation with her hips, measuring the stroke... drooling out the pleasure.... making it last a long time.

"Sooooo..... sooooo..... good!" She moaned, as her cunt filled up with her husband's throbbing cock. Oh, how she loved to have a man's prick inside her body. It was a pleasure beyond description.

Gurpreet leaned forward, forcing her husband's meaty rod deeper into her boiling cunt. Eyes glazed, mouth open, she slipped into a state of euphoria where only this great, indescribable feeling existed.... a feeling she kept alive by the constant twist and churn motions of her wanton hips.

"Shit, your cunt's like fire, babe.... burning me alive. I gotta cum!"

"Oh.... no, no, don't cum yet..... please, not yet! More..... I want more! Oh, God, more!"

Lungs burning, he pounded his cock into her; their loins beating a frantic rhythm as they sensed the apex of their passion.

"I'm gonna cum, Jas! I'm gonna cum.... harder! Fuck me harder! Make me cum!"

"Yeah, babe! Yeah! Yesssss..... cummmmin.... now!"

"Ughhhhh..... aaaaaaaaaggggg..... oooooooo..... ooohhhhh."

Gurpreet shuttered violently as her orgasm exploded outward from her cunt.... a searing spasm that shook her body again and again and left her gasping for breath. Her husband's hot cum-juice felt like burning lava as it splashed in her cunt, and, now, she felt the receding flood wash back over her cunt walls, back over his cock, and begin leaking down her trembling thighs.

With a deep moan, she fell forward on his muscled hairy chest, her body limp. Her husband's cock disengaged from her sopping box with a loud, squishy, pop.... slowly, their rapid breathing abated.

"Now you know, I'm really beat up!" She said. "Where do you get all that juice from? After last night, you should have been drained dry."

"I'm a voyeur," He laughed, "I watched Ajmira and her husband's homemade video last night, and my sword starts jumping again."

"Oh you naughty, you can't forget those days," Gurpreet smiled. "Hell.... I'm glad we've two days in hand still now to join the 'Ajmira's pre-wedding ceremony' to be held in her house. Maybe I can get some rest. Oh... one thing... you know her father has arranged a two days grand celebration to make it a memorable one and we've to stay there for those days."

"Yes, how can I forget that! But, you're right, it'll be good to see them, specially your lactating friend."

"Hey, what does that mean, you lecher?"

"Another good-looking hot piece..... and do you notice after the birth of Ajmira's second child how much that makes her a real hot looking lady. The answer to every dirty man's prayer."

"You're horrible!" Gurpreet showed her mock anger.

"And you're going to tell me you didn't crotch-watch when her son Abdul and his two buddies Pobitro and Bahadur were there, last time? Don't lie, Preet, I saw you lick your chops."

"That's different," She laughed, "They are my students, and you know I've a strong fascination in younger teenage boys."

"Oh, and just what the hell is your Muslim friend.... a chopped liver?" He asked, rolling onto his shoulder.

Gurpreet sighed, and stretched.... her full tits flattening themselves against her chest as she did. "Where has the time gone, Jas? We see Ajmira's kid since his childhood.... and now he is all grown and on his own, yet it seems like only yesterday we met."

Jaspal roared with laughter as he said, "Oh Preet, that's priceless. And you must agree all this changes help us to found out some other interesting things."

Actually the childless Punjabi couple have lived a very adventurous sex life, and Gurpreet fucking love it! She loved the excitement of a new man using her body.... specially the younger ones. She could remember Ajmira's husband just want to watch, and that turned her on as well... seeing him stare at her tits and cunt while she'd masterbated in front of his wife and her husband, often while they did the same.

But Birendra couldn't wait to slam his cock into her married cunt, often while her husband watched and videographed that hot fuckfest in their special Japanese HD camera. No one else in their lives knew about their adultery...... expecting that might eventually make things awkward.... think them as a perverted and nasty couple and hamper their friendships.

However they still didn't give up their hope and waited for the right moment to incorporate Ajmira once again. But they often thought if their past escapade was known or not to Abdul and that's why they were very much concious about hiding their special pendrive.

As her friend Ajmira's son Abdul grew older, she noticed him gawking at her, always staring at her heavily jiggling ass or tits. She couldn't blame him for being curious, especially since he didn't have the opportunity to see many women nude.

Jaspal noticed that as well, and would often tease her about it. He knew how much she loved the attention of younger boys, and he felt excited knowing the kid wanted to see more of her. However they didn't think much about it, it was just boys being boys.

"Yes, we've had some great times with Ajmira and her husband, haven't we, Jas? And we really haven't hurt anyone with.... you know!"

He nodded. "Yes... to question number one, Preet, and No... to question number two. We're adults.... and Abdul is intelligent and growing fast. I think he would be reliable and understandable.... we sure can handle it."

"I can't believe it." Gurpreet shook her head anticipating the inclusion of her Muslim friend's kid in their team. "One thing Jas, do you notice Ajmira's tits recently?"

"Yeah, it's rather kinky, when I think about her lactating tits."

"I know dear..... you've a strong desire for lactating women for your kinkiness. I can't able to provide that to you.... I feel sorry not to fulfill your dream by achieving pregnancy till twenty yrs of our marriage?"

"It's OK dear..... we're happy with this and I think there's still now chance of getting your pregnancy. Yes, you know I'm an optimist and I've full faith in Almighty God."

Gurpreet sighed happily..... her husband's soothing persuasion created a little hope of achieving pregnancy as she grabbed his limp cock and tweaked it. He yelped.

"Don't be flip. Ajmira's family is so lovely and close now. And after the finalisation of her marriage with Birendra, there's no doubt that the two families are now closer even more.... and we sure can renew our exciting life through Ajmira and her new husband soon. That's why his pre-wedding ceremony is so important to her and us too, even if we have to put off some of our.... eh, other activities."

"Who says?" Jaspal felt some relief thinking about the prospect.

"I do! However I'm sure Ajmira and her would be husband Birendar will understand the situation," Gurpreet said, resting her head on her husband's hairy chest and fingering his sticky cock. "Is this thing getting hard again thinking about that? Tell it to fuck off. No way, stud!"

"Down boy!"

"Jas, one thing more, do you notice Aslam Chacha's odd behaviour..... although it's my imagination, last time when we attended Abdul's twelfth year birthday celebration, he often checked his daughter with his lustful eyes, doesn't he?"

"Oh, yeah," Jaspal laughed. "You're right.... I saw him drool all through."

"Even Ajmira once revealed her widower father's silly behaviour to me..... her father had always tried to watch her breastfeeding secretly whenever he had the chance," Gurpreet disclosed. "Jas, it makes me think he has the same kinky fantasy for his own daughter like you."

"Fantasyland, Preet. Just like your crotch watching. Besides, after what we've been doing, it can't be helped. Just a natural extension of thought."

"I hate to admit it," She giggled, "But you're right. I did peek at Abdul and his two friends' crotch too. It looked.... interesting."

"Well, with seeing him today evening, I think you would be able to proceed further towards our goal."

Gurpreet felt herself excited once again thinking about the prospect as she ran her hand through her short, thick black hair, then tweaked her husband's droopy prick, again. "Com'on Jas, it would be nice if I could do that. But you know Abdul is too much shy..... OK, now let's get up..... we've to go Ajmira's house soon.... we need to be ready."

Her husband immediately swung his legs off the bed and followed his naked wife, completely forgetting the mental note he had made about hiding the pendrive in which all of their past hot escapades were preserved.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Being ready within half an hour Gurpreet walked out from her two storied beautiful bungalow type house and finally get into their luxury four wheeler in which her recently recruited Adibasi driver Birju Soren was waiting leisurely. The cool breeze felt so nice..... she didn't feel for switching the AC.

However she was feeling unbelievably horny from all discussions and the lustful attention she was getting from her nineteen yrs old stud driver. She wondered how his cock was twitching and leaking pre-cum at the sight of her semi-exposed heavy tits, especially when she slightly pushed the 'Anchal' away from her chest to expose her milk-white tits for his better peeking..... mmm.

She fell into the backseat with her husband and immediately Birju looked at her with lust in his eyes as her tits were practically falling out of her sleeveless low-neckline blouse. She didn't care, she wanted to get fucked again and there was nothing she loved more than acting like a cheap whore, and flashing her tits to any man that's there.

"Where to go Memsaheb?" he grunted.

"Oh not far, just go straight and I'll let you know from there"

She decided to flirt with her new driver, he's young, strongly built, sweaty, ugly and smelled of body odour and was looking at her like he wanted to fuck her. 'Mmmmm.... I would let him too, he's turning me on actually' She guessed.... she could feel her cunt throbbing and start creaming at the thought. The very fact that this lower-caste stud was disgusting.... was turning her on. She'd never experienced that before.

They were driving through the town's heavily traffic road now. It was dark and late. He kept looking at his Memsaheb through the rear view mirror..... her tits were showing partly and she loved it that he was perving over her.... at her husband's presence.

The sweaty Santhali stud had never the privilege of seeing such a gorgeous aristocratic woman in his life. Silky bob-cut hair, glossy lipstick coated red lips, slightly swollen exposed abdomen.... the thought of a mature, high-class, tight, sweet wet pussy wrapped around his low-class Adibasi cock made him extremely hard.

'She may have no choice' He thought to himself...'I'm going to have her whether she likes it or not'

Gurpreet sat in the back seat with her legs crossed, playing with her hair and leaning back. She noticed the driver kept turning around now, looking her up and down, looking at her white fleshy ripe tits as the Saree was moved away from her bosom, trying to see up her very low-neckline Blouse and that got her so hot and wet.

She looked at her husband who was greatly enjoying the driver's peeking and her seduction as he winked at her to proceed further. She smiled happily unbuttoning the top of her Blouse's three hooks so that he could see most of her generous tits.

They are huge and her nipples were rock hard. Feeling extremely horny, the driver licked his dry black lips and slowed the car to avoid any type of accident. Like her husband she took was so fucking horny, and wanted him to watch her, to use her, to fuck her like an animal.

Even she wanted there to be a hundred men watching her and fucking her wet hole, one after the other, over and over again, using her, holding her down like a cheap dirty slut. She creamed even more at the thought, her cunt pumping wetness onto the leather seats of her car, glistening in the low light, and now she was ready to really turn this Adibasi guy on.

Birju turned the lights on inside the car, casting an orange glow over her body. She could see he was wearing a dirty shirt and a similar smelly pant... mmm, a guy that strong but ugly probably hadn't had a cunt in a long time. She was salivating over his low-class iron like hard cock on her seat... aching for his thrusting in her sophisticated Punjabi cunt.

On the other hand, Birju too was highly excited and he was rubbing his cock through his dirty pant.... now creating a huge bulge at his crotch. She was sitting beside her husband on the back seat.... as darkness enveloped around the car outside. She could just see the outline of dark looming trees around them rustling in the breeze.

However all the time, Jaspal was watching his wife's seduction and their Adibasi driver's reaction with acute interest as he rubbed his swelling crotch excitedly. His wife's sexy smile and intoxicating smell were all becoming too hard for him to handle. They grinned together noticing the driver's discomfort as the taxi drove off through the city streets. The conversation was about nothing really, just sharing their night as any couple would.

As the taxi weaved through the streets, Jaspal moved a little closer to his wife, taking her delicate hands in his hands. She didn’t resist, still grinning at the driver's exited state.

“You look so hot tonight, Preet,” Jaspal said.

“Thanks dear,” Gurpreet responded as her grin was stopped.

“Thank you for filling in for dear,” He continued. “I thought I would have to go by myself. That would have been a real drag.”

Both of them stared intently into the others eyes. Their faces were so close together that she could feel his heavy breath against her cheek. He seemed to tug her a little closer as her eyes fixed on his. Before she realised it, his lips were touching hers. Involuntarily her mouth opened and there tongues met. It was a long and passionate kiss.

“I’m sorry…” Jaspal immediately apologised as they broke apart. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“You didn’t,” Gurpreet felt herself excited as she noticed the driver watching them through the rearview mirror. “Obviously I have made an impression.”

“You’re so kind,” He whispered. “I do find you very attractive and hot.”

Gurpreet bowed her head and smiled, bringing her hands to her lap. She gulped as his hand reached for hers again.

“I wish we could stay like this for a little longer,” He said squeezing her small hand. “I would dearly love to make love to you now in the car.”

She was shocked at his openness..... but it didn’t surprise her.... as she said looking into his deep dark eyes, “I would like that too,”

Again their lips opened to enable their tongues to probe other’s mouth. This time it lingered a little longer. She moaned softly as his hand moved up to brush her chest to cup one of her semi-exposed big tits.

Slowly they sank sideways on the back seat of the car. The kiss went on and on. His touch was so gentle and so sexy at the same time. She let his hands roam across her body, feeling her firm mature body.

As she lay back on the backseat of the car, his lips firmly locked to hers. She could feel his hard cock through his pants and her Saree-Saya. Her hand wandered to it, touching it through the black tuxedo pants.

The Adibasi taxi Driver reached up to adjust the rearview mirror as the Punjabi couple lay together kissing and fondling each other. He could feel his own cock starting to stir as his beautiful mature Punjabi employer lay back under her husband.

It was becoming difficult to watch the road ahead as he drove through the city. But their perverted fantasy came to a sudden halt, as they reached to Ajmira's house. Birju parked the car at the Khan House's spacious idle area.... opened the doors of the car.... and waived the flushed couple.

Cont....