Erotica Threesome with Maid Manjula and my mother

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We lived in Pune, in the entire top floor apartment of a building, where most of the flats were unoccupied, except for two ground floor flats. They were occupied on rent, by a Pilot who was more at work then at home. My father is an Engineer and is posted in the Middle East, since the last many years. My family consisted of my mother, around 43 years, who worked as a Manager for a firm and our live in maid Manjula, who had been with us since she was a child.

Manjula came from a very poor family, who was happy to keep her with us, where she could get security, two square meals a day and a roof over her head. My mother left for work in the morning and returned only in the evening. I had my classes in the morning and returned for lunch. In the evening I went to play with my friends. Manjula would cook and maintain the house. She had the freedom to enter any of our rooms at any time. She was very clean and neat in her work as well as her hygiene. She was very open with us and whenever the chance came, shared a laugh with us.
About two months ago, on her completing 18 years of age, she had been called to her village, where she was married off to a boy from their village who had no family and was working abroad as a helper. In fact we had gone to her wedding which was a simple affair. My mother had presented her with a gold necklace and many other house-hold gifts, she being almost part of our family.

After staying for One month, the groom had to go back to his work abroad and would be back only after a year or two. He had been very polite is asking my mother, if Manjula could continue to be with us, as he could not take her abroad with him. My mother had agreed whole-heartedly. So there was Manjula, back to our apartment.
Manjula was tall at 5.4 ft, but had a very slim, - almost a fragile figure. She was just a little shorter than me. She had long black, plaited hair which reached to her tiny buttocks. She took very special care and maintained them beautifully. Her skin was flawless but lightly tanned. Her breasts were small, almost zero, like that of a 16 year old girl. Till very recently, I had noticed that Manjula did not wear any brassiere; at times I could see the nipples poking erect out of her gown or salwar top.
Sometimes she wore my old shirts given to her by my mom. Many times I had glimpsed her tiny cute mounds, as she bent to sweep in our apartment and recently this sight had always given me a hard-on. But coming from a semi-orthodox family, I had to watch and be content, and shake it off in the bathroom.
Manjula had just entered adulthood at 18 years of age when she immediately tasted the unhindered and unlimited joys of sex. When she returned from her home, I could make out a glow on her face. However, after a few days of separation from her groom, the glow had died down and she had become very sad and quiet. It was as though she missed her husband dearly. I was now sure that he must have kept her busy during the nights that followed and that she was missing that marital joy. My mother was always counseling her. She too must have gone through such a period in her life and understood Manjula's plight. After some time life became a routine.
A few days had passed and I had to leave immediately to return to college for a meeting in the afternoon. I came home and told Manjula that I had to leave and may be late to return. She served me the lunch and after eating I left at around 1.30PM. She closed the door behind me.
My college was just about 2 kms away. My friend came to pick me up on a bike, down the road. That day, due to another event happening in college, our meeting got over within half an hour. My friend dropped me home. I had the key of our apartment and I let myself in without calling out to Manjula or ringing the bell.
Our house is actually two apartments joined together and is very spacious. I did not find any activity in the house. I went to my room changed into loose shorts and I do not know why but I did not wear my underwear.
I looked around but Manjula was not to be seen. I checked all the rooms. The curiosity got the better of me. I went in the room that was allotted to Manjula and rummaged her clothes. She had her dresses folded and kept in a nice pile. I looked around for her panties and brassieres, which have always been my fantasy. I found them in one of the drawer. I held them to my nose and got a pungent, erotic smell of Manjula. My penis was erect within no time. I rubbed her stained panties on my penis over my pant. I almost came. I held her brassieres to me to check out her size. These cotton bras were only for namesake. Beside other trinkets, there was a recently opened Sanitary napkin packet. This gave me a fair idea that she was having her periods.
I was most surprised when I came across a packet of Kohinoor Condoms, kept well hidden in her clothes. I now knew that she must have used them during her fucking sessions, and saved this packet as a souvenir. I picked one condom out of the strip and put it in my pocket, hoping that she would not notice.
But where was Manjula? She was not known to mix around with anyone in the neighbourhood. I was puzzled and at the same time scared that she was missing. I decided to check around. I again checked all the rooms and then I thought of checking the terrace, as she could have gone there to dry the clothes. Since we were the only occupants here, we had tied ropes along the terrace and dried our clothes there. There were no other high rise buildings nearby and our terrace was totally hidden from view of any pesky neighbours. It had two sides and the door opened in the middle.
I tiptoed up to the terrace. I slowly peeked to one side, but Manjula was not there. I went to the other side and slowly peeked and what I saw was amazing. There was Manjula; seated in a corner with her back to the wall, her salwar drawn up and her slim legs wide open. Her pyjamas & panties were lying nearby and she had her hand busily stroking her pussy, masturbating herself furiously. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed. She did not hear me coming neither was in a frame to hear me.
I realized that her animal urge must have got the better of her and what better place to vent it. I now decided to turn this event to my favour. I slowly walked towards her and sat down besides her. She still did realize my presence. I noticed that she had our chappati Wooden Rolling Pin in her hand and which had replaced her missing penis. I slowly reached out my hand with the intention to surprise her and touch her wet pussy and hold on to her substitute penis.
I put my hand on her pussy and she opened her eyes in shock top find me staring at her. Her reflex action was to shut her legs together. This action gripped my hand between her legs and firmly around her hands holding the Rolling Pin. Her expression was that of a trapped pigeon. No words came out of her mouth. I kept on staring at her and her eyes were wide with fear. Though she held her thighs clenched tightly I slowly continued pistoning her with the rolling pin. She was at the beginning of a powerful orgasm and she started shuddering. My fingers were suddenly bathed in her juices, mixed with her periodic flow.

 

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Somehow she beseeched me in whispers "Pleaseee, don't tell mumma". She again closed her eyes as another shudder passed over her body. She was sweating with all this erotic exercise. I assured her by coming close to her mouth and telling her that I understood and that this was our secret. But I did not kiss her. She was visibly relaxed.

I started moving the pin in & out of her well oiled hole and suddenly I removed it out. Her thighs too opened up. I could now see that her inner thighs well creamed and slimy. She had a jet black growth of pubic hair and her pink vaginal lips were like a cherry on an ice cream. I slowly let go of the pin and slid two fingers into her pussy. Manjula started to open her thighs.

I then removed my fingers from her pussy and stood up. I picked up her panty and wiped my fingers on them and put them in my pocket. She was confused as to why I had gotten up. I saw her with her thighs slightly open. She did not know what to expect next.

No words were spoken. I extended my hand to her and Manjula slowly raised her hand to mine. I pulled her up and her salwar top dropped covering her nakedness. I did not give her time and placed my lips squarely on hers. For her this was a new experience and she got suffocated. I let go of her. I then removed the panties from my pocket and bent down. I held her leg and slid the panty on one leg and then on the other. Till now no words were exchanged. She was unaware as to what to expect or what my silence was all about, she did not utter anything. I knew that she was scared. I picked up her pyjama and stood up. She looked very scared.
I put my hand around her thin waist and motioned her towards the terrace door. She weakly walked in slow, hesitating steps. Her eyes looked at the floor. As we came down the stairs, I pushed her to the wall and held her face in my hands.
"Manju (that's what we called her), we know you are missing your husband. Why do you have to come to the terrace? You could have used my bedroom. Don't you know that my bed can be your bed too?" I tried to get my message across to her confused mind.
"Bu...., But ......?" she stuttered.
I pressed close to her as she looked beseechingly into my eyes. As I came close to her lips, she closed her eyes in anticipation. I lightly brushed my lips against her lips. She did not respond. I kissed her eyes and moved towards her ears and nibbled her ear lobes. Her breath had quickened and chest was rising and falling rapidly.
"Manju, if you want I can put an end to your yearning and take the place of your husband?" I whispered into her ears as I pressed my chest into her tiny breasts. The nipples were stiff and I could feel them denting my chest.
She opened her eyes and looked at me with shock.
"But how can that be, Kamal? I am already married to him." She said.
By now I had snaked my hand to her breast over her salwar and squeezed. I was surprised that though they looked small, I had my entire palm around her left boob. I squeezed. She moaned and again closed her eyes. I them bent down and lifted her in my arms.
"What are you doing Kamal? You know I am married. We can't do this!" she implored. To prevent herself from falling, her arms were around my neck as she cradled in my arms. Her head lay against my chest, which is quite broad. I started walking to our apartment down the steps. I put her down to open the door, still holding her by the waist. She tried to wriggle out, but I held her tight to me.

"Somebody may come." She implored.

"Manju, you know that nobody comes here. Mumma will return only after 6PM. Why don't we talk inside?" I proposed.

I pushed open the door and with her still scooped her in my arms, I was about to enter the apartment, when I stopped. She was startled and looked up at me.

"Pleeeeaasse, Kamal, put me down." Her voice had mellowed to a cooing.

I then whispered into her ears. "Manju, in foreign countries, the husband usually carries his bride over the thresh hold of the house." Saying so, I walked into our house. For a minute or so she did not understand; then she blushed. It was a beautiful smile that spread across her face. I realized how beautiful she was. I pushed shut the door with my feet.

Her arms tightened around my neck and her head dug into my chest. I realized that I had broken down the first barrier. Now for the next step; I went straight to my bedroom and laid her on the bed. She lay there but sat up straight holding her knees to her bosom. I sat in front of her and moved my hands over her hair; a strand of hair had streaked across her face and stuck to her with her sweat. I moved it behind her ear with my finger.

"Manju, you did not answer my question. Can I fill up yours husbands absence?"

She blushed and hid her face between her knees. I caressed her knees, and her thighs.

"Manju, come on I know that you are missing the sex and the fucking. It's but natural. You must have had a very good time with him. Was he a good fucker?" I tried to prod her.
"Kamal, what are you talking? No one talks about such things openly in public." She retorted.
""So you consider me public then, huh? Fine, I will not touch you. I am sorry what happened up there." I got up from the bed, feigning anger, as if to leave, "... and I promise you that I will not tell mumma about what I saw earlier. That's a promise. You can continue with the rolling pin."
She saw me getting up and held me by my hand, "Sorry Kamal, I did not mean to hurt you. I like you, but....." Before she could complete her sentence I bent down and kissed her, This time her hands went around my neck on her own and she tried to return the kiss. I broke the kiss. She was confused.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked.
"Manju, since we both want to do this, why not do it in style." I proposed.
"What do you mean style?" She queried.
"See, mumma will come only at 6PM. Now it is only 3PM. We have lots of time. I carried you over the threshold; you are on my bed; we are going to do the same thing what married people do; so why don't you dress up in the same dress that you wore on your wedding night? And don't forget the black bra and your dotted panty!" I said.
She was shocked. "How did you know about my bra & panty?"
"Well, I do my homework properly. I think you have kept them in a nice set."
"Viju, you went through my clothes? Why? I hope you did not go through everything?" she was surprised.
I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out the Kohinoor Condom. "Is this what you were asking about?"
She blushed and said "ooohh my, you are so naughty Viju. Now I have to go and dress."
I held out my hand and helped her to get down. As she stood, I crushed her into me. This time she too held me tightly.
"Don't take the same time that you took on your wedding day. Come soon." I reminded her.
She too was excited and hurried to her room, while I decided to put on an under-wear which I had missed earlier. I sprayed deodorant at all vital places.

I waited on the bed desperate for her arrival. Even after 15 minutes she had not come. She must be taking her time to dress up. I got up to go and see. Hardly had I reached the seating room, the door bell rang. I froze. I was almost in panic. Who could it be at this time? I was sure that Manjula also had heard the bell.

 

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I calmed myself. And peeped through the keyhole; I got the shock of my life. There was my mom standing outside. Luckily she had rung the bell and not used her key. I ran in my room and put on a T-Shirt and opened a few books on my table. Then I slowly reached the door and opened it.
"Hey, how come you are home? Were you not supposed to have a meeting till late or something today?" the tone that she asked me seemed a little laced with disappointment; but I was not sure. "And where is Manjula. Why has she not opened the door?"
"I don't know. I was studying inside. She must be in her room or in the bathroom." I replied covering up for her.
She entered the apartment and went to her room. She kept her bag and came out. She was around 44 years of age and I noticed now that she had a wonderful figure. Her breasts were round and stiff, well packed in her bra. She was tall, like me and had a fair skin colour. Today she was wearing a low neck dark coloured, tight fitting, salwar with front buttons, which high-lighted her beauty. I was surprised that I had never noticed her beauty earlier.

As I have said earlier our apartment is actually two apartments which have been joined together. While my bedroom was in one wing, the opposite of my room was my parents' room, where my mom used to sleep now. Both had attached bathroom & toilet. Manjula's room was in the other wing, which was on the other side of the stairs, but accessible from inside. The kitchen and dining were on that side too.
My mom headed to Manjula's room to check her out. I went to my room, and closed the door, keeping my fingers crossed and hoping that Manjula would not be caught in her wedding dress. I knew Manjula would change into normal dress, after she heard the bell.
In fact what happened in Manjula's room was more surprising, as Manjula narrated to me later. When my mom went to check on Manjula, she found that the door to Manjula's room was half open and when she pushed open the door she found Manjula with her wedding sari crumpled on the bed and Manjula in her wedding blouse, half open, trying to unhook her new bra, which had got stuck. Her sari slip too was loose. Manjula was at her erotic best.
After looking at her in this state, something hidden in my mom must have burst. Manjula heard her coming into the room, but could not do anything to cover herself.
"Manjula, why are you in your wedding dress? Did you remember your husband today? Next time close the door before you undress, we have a grown up son in the house." Her tone was not angry. Manjula looked at my mom, as she closed the room door behind her and latched it. Then she came towards Manjula and put her hands on her bra to unhook it.
"Mumma, I am sorry, I did not close the door." Manjula implored.
"No, dear, I can understand your position. I have also gone through the same stage when my husband went away. For the next few days, I did not know what to do or how to satisfy myself."
This such open talk surprised Manjula. My mom then helped her to remove Manjula's blouse and started top remove her bra. Manjula was now naked above her waist. There was a mirror in the room and she turned Manjula towards it, by standing behind her.
"Manjula you have a beautiful body. Your breasts and nipples are so cute, as compared to mine. I hope you do not mind me appreciating your body."
Manjula was stunned. My mother had 36-43 size breasts as compared to Manjula's small pears.
"No mumma........ I don't mind." She had replied feeling a gush of warmth running through her body. She felt wetness between her legs. This was a novel experience to her. A woman feeling her up after recently being harpooned by her husband.
My mother had then held her pressed to her large boobs and snaked her hands over Manjula's boobies. Manjula had closed her eyes and allowed the feeling of warmth to run over her. She could feel herself going more wet between her legs. My mother had closed her eyes and started to squeeze Manjula's boobies and Manjula moaned. Mumma tweaked her long nipples between her fingers. Manjula was shivering all over. She did not want this to stop. Or did she?
My mother had crossed the thresh hold of expressing her sex with Manjula. She had let go of her pent up sexual feelings with the newly wed Manjula. She then started to snake her hand down the navel and then towards her vagina.
At that Manjula had wriggled. This brought my mom to her senses. Manjula turned around and looked at my mom. Her eyes were beseeching Manjula to allow her to carry on. Finally she held Manjula's hands and said, "Manjula I am sorry. I don't know what came over me. I was missing my husband for a long time and when I saw you so beautifully undressed, I could not control. Please forgive me." "Mumma, please don't feel sorry. I understand how you feel. I don't mind. If you want to carry on I was indeed enjoying what you were doing. You have a very pretty body." Manjula told her.
My mom had then hugged her tightly, "Manju, can this be our secret. We could help one another. But Kamal should not come to know."
"You think he will not come to know? He is smart."
You seem to know him better Manju. Any thing that I should know?" my mother enquired.
"No, there is nothing between us. He treats me very politely." Manjula tried to change the subject. "But mumma, how come you felt like this about me suddenly today?"
"Manju, to be very frank with you, today is not suddenly. The other day when I was pacifying you about your husbands absence, you may not have realized but your breasts were pressing into mine. I had gone weak in my legs just thinking what it would be make love to you. In fact, when I knew that Kamal would not be there till late, I took half day leave and came home so that I could talk to you about my feelings. But you being half dressed and looking so sexy, I could not ask for anything more."




With that she took Manjula's hands and put them over her juicy breasts. "Do you want to have the same pleasure you gave me. I am yours to do what you want? I hope I can be free with you too." Manjula pressed her boobs and my mom let out a loud moan.
"Mumma, Kamal might hear." Manjula said in a scared voice. She was pleasantly delighted at the fast happening situation. "Please Manju, press me, rub me. I have been yearning for a touch from you. Do what you want with me. Please." She ranted as she pulled Manjula's head between her salwar covered boobs and rubbed her face to them. Manjula pressed her harder. When her mouth came close to mom's tit, she clamped it over her covered tit. Mom had shuddered signalling an impeding orgasm.

 

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It was after a long time that somebody was touching her, other than her husband. With Manjula there was also no fear of pregnancy. She moved her hands on Manjula's bum cheeks and pressed her into her cunt. Manjula was still wearing her sari petticoat and her wedding night panty. She too felt a wonderful sensation going through her and bit hard on the tit over the salwar. She then took a bold step and slid her hand under mom's salwar. The skin to skin touch was electrifying for both. She slid her hand under moms stiff bra encased breast and held the nipple in her fingers. By now mom had loosened the petticoat and pulled down Manjula's panty. Manjula had felt the cool air on her cunt.
"Mumma, may I see you too. Can I remove your salwar?" Manjula was now into the game. Mom gave her assent. Manjula removed her hand from mom's breast and started to undo the buttons in front of the salwar. Mom pulled up the salwar over her head and her breasts were in view. They were tautly held in a lacy black bra and the white skin behind surrounded a chocolaty brown nipple. It was in stark contrast to Manjula's dark nipple.
Mom then bent and sucked in Manjula's left breast which left Manjula gasping with erotic ripples. Though she had been fucked royally by her husband, the finesse and experience with which mom was rolling her tongue over her nipple and exerting the right teeth pressure was a wonderful experience. Manjula reached behind and undid mom's bra. This let the prized possessions free. Manjula gasped at the sight of her free swinging breasts and clamped her teeth on the tits. Now it was mom's turn to gasp as she had been used to the smooth sucking from her husband as compared to the crude rough gnawing that Manjula was experimenting on her. She pulled down her salwar pant and her panties and both of them were in their birthday suits. While Manjula had her bush covered with dark pubic hair, mom had shaved herself in the morning itself.
They hugged each other and mashed their boobs together. Mom kissed her on the lips and then together they lay on the bed. Mom had made her lie on top of her with her stiff nipples poking into mom's breast. Mom had her hands around Manjula's arse cheeks and a finger was nuzzling near the young girls cunt from behind. She pushed in her finger and searched for the young girls horny spot.

"Mumma, I am having my periods" Manjula warned mom. But mom was beyond stopping.
"Manjula, how was your wedding night?" Mom queried. "Did you do it on the first night? Was he good?"
"Mumma, in fact I was not for it as I was very tired. But he convinced me that at least we could sleep without any clothes. I was sitting on the bed when he started removing my sari and the blouse and the whole time I had my eyes closed with my hands. After sometime he had removed all my clothes except my bra & panty, which I requested him not to remove. He slowly made me sit on the bed. I watched him getting undressed too. We had put off the light, but there was mild street-light filtering in our room. He did not force himself onto me."
"....and then what happened?" mom was very inquisitive. She had now got up and sat on the bed edge. She had put Manjula in her lap and made Manjula to sit facing her with her legs on either side of mom. Both played with each others tits."... then he laid down besides me and asked me whether I liked him and whether anybody had forced me to get married. I had blushed and held him close to my chest without any words being spoken. He too had held me tight." At this mom too held her tightly to her own bosom. "After sometime I could my bra becoming loose and I realized that he had unhooked my bra. After a little while it slid off my breasts. The first touch of my titties to his chest were electrifying."
Mom had by now adjusted her titties to those of Manjula's pointed ones and they started having swordplay with them and giggling like teenagers.
"When my tits touched him, he realized that his attempt to disrobe me was successful. He moved his hand to the front and there was the first man in my life fondling my breasts. I was beyond myself with pleasure. There were electric currents going through my body as me turned me over on my back and now both his hands were on my breasts. All I could do was moan. He suddenly put his head down and sucked my tit into his mouth. His teeth were chewing on my nipple and I was writhing myself under him to free his mouth from my teeth, yet wanting him to continue."
At this mom had bent Manjula backwards on her hands and latched her mouth on the young girls' nipples and started to suck & chew. Manjula pulled her head towards her tit and fed more of her tiny breast into her mouth. None of them spoke for a while. Manjula could feel a familiar feeling creeping in her stomach; it snow-balled into a massive orgasm and her entire body shook violently. She pushed moms' face into her and started rubbing her newly entered cunt on moms' stomach. Mom adjusted herself so that their cunt's aligned together and mashed against each other, rubbing Manjula's hair covered cunt over mom's shaved one. Manjula was bathed in sweat; which mingled with moms and they were one slippery pair."Manjula, then what happened?" mom was in a very excited state. She wanted every detail, which she was involuntarily trying out on Manjula.

"I did not know when he took my hand and made me hold his ...... thing"

"His thing?" mom enquired, 'You mean his penis. Was it long? Was it thick?"
"Yes. I do not know whether it was long or thick. But initially there was lot of pain. It was my first time. He had made me hold pull it and it had become very hard, hot and was throbbing in my hand. He had moved his hand from my breast to between my thighs and was rubbing my lips down there. Though I liked what he was doing, I did not know what to do further. By now my vagina had become very wet. He slipped in his finger and see-sawed it in. I don't know what came over me. I started pushing myself on his finger as wanted to keep on going in. I do not know when he managed to divert my hand holding his penis near my hole and then he pushed it into me, - just a little. I was scared that it may hurt me; but my earlier joy cast aside my fright. He then pushed it in a little bit more. I felt a little pain when it was spreading my hole. Nothing such big had gone in earlier."

Manjula stopped as she could feel mom's hand snaking towards her hole and a finger or two sliding into her hole. Mom then laid her on the bed with her legs dangling below and lay between her open thighs. "I hope you can bear my weight." Manjula was in no state to deny the pleasures that were searing through her body and clamped her mouth over mom's lips and they twisted and turned over one another on the bed. Moms' fingers were still into Manjula's cunt."Then he rested himself on his hands and pushed himself into me. There was a sudden pain and I could feel something tearing inside me. I screamed, but before I could complete my scream he had clamped his mouth on mine and had securely plugged me down below. There was a little pain between my legs. He did not move himself. After sometime, the pain had vanished and it was replaced by a different kind of feeling. He then started to move out. I was surprised, but before my surprise could get over, he had pushed himself back into me. This in-out pushing went on for sometime. I did not realize that I too was pushing against him and enjoying it. I had my first orgasm them. It was terrific. Then after sometime he started going in & out very fast -- banging himself into me like a fast moving train. And then he pressed himself to me and I could feel some liquid being pumped into me. I had my second orgasm. He went limp. We slept like that in each others arms. Later on when I felt between my legs, I could feel a sticky liquid trickling on my thighs. We slept like that and it was the early morning crowing of the cock that woke us up. I got up and had a bath as he slept. I could see some blood stains on the bed sheet. I realized that my hymen had broken, which proved that I was a virgin before marriage. The rest of the days were always in each others arms. He even put his fingers in my cunt when we went for a movie. I was scared. But no one noticed."

Mom was furiously fingering Manjula's cunt as she lay with her thighs wide open. Mom had earlier kissed her and in fact shown her how to suck on the lips and to move her tongue in her partners' mouth, to suck on the tongue. Manjula was a master learner.

On the other side, helpless me had almost gone berserk not knowing what was happening inside the closed room. I was sure that mom had suspected us both of having an affair and was questioning Manjula. I did not have any courage to come near that room. My penis had shrunk with the impeding disaster and to avoid any problems I dressed up and decided to go to my friends' house. I came to the hall and called out loudly that I was going to my friends' house.

The squirming couple heard my shout and mom responded to come soon and to pull the door shut; but they did not open the door. I quickly shut the door & left.

 

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Manjula later told me that they kissed and fondled enjoying their first lesbian relationship. For both the ladies this was an experience that was much better than expected. Mom was the dominant partner while Manjula was the dominated. They had separated and dressed up. Mom had told Manjula and not her bra & panty. She too had done the same.

Manjula had then posed mom a question, "Mumma, if Kamal comes to know about us then what." "If we take care I do not think that he will come to know. We can also say that ours is lady talk." Mom replied. "But why do you ask? Has he tried to be fresh with you? You want him? Tell me very frankly so that there is nothing hidden between us. But don't tell him about our relationship." "Mumma, he is young and if we are prepared, it will make a lot of things easier." Manjula had justified.

"Manju, if he approaches you with such a proposal, which I am sure he will not, what will you do .... allow him?" Mom had wanted to know.Manjula blushed and put her head down, her fingers inter-twining. Mom had guessed what was going on in her mind. Manjula had indeed wanted a cock in her as she missed that of her husbands'. Mom too had gone through a similar period. Manjula was looking forward to having Kamal. "You sure that you have not had sex with him?" mom enquired feeling a little jealous. "No, mumma, I have not had sex with any one except my husband ... and just now with you; and I have enjoyed both of you."
"But mumma, if Kamal has sex with me, would you mind?" Manjula had gathered her strength to ask her. Mom had not answered her. But had just smiled silently and left towards the door. Manjula could literally see a feeling of jealousy cross her face.But mom seemed happy. She then opened the door of the room cautiously and checked if Kamal had really left. She then locked the main door by putting the latch to make sure that Kamal did not surprise them. She then held Manjula by her hand and led her to their bedroom and again they kissed and fondled each other. They then fell on the bed and rolled over each other pressing into each other.

She was really desperate to have someone ravage her cunt. She pulled down her salwar pants which she had just put. Manjula looked at her still flat on the bed. Mom had then proceeded to remove Manjula's top and fondled her breasts. She had bent down and sucked on her nipples, biting into them. Manjula had squirmed under her writhing with erotic waves going through her. Her thighs had been rubbing and she was turning from side to side. Mom reached for Manjula's honey pot and pushed in a finger in her tight cunt. Manjula pushed against the invading finger wanted to hold it tightly and for it to go further.

After see-sawing her finger into Manjula's cunt, mom removed her hand and lifted Manjula's hand to her hole. For Manjula it was the first time that she was touching another woman's cunt. It was hot. She slid one and then another finger. The juices had lubricated her hole and after sometime almost all her fingers went in. She too pushed her fingers in & out of mom's hole. Mom was in total erotic throes. She must have come at least three to four times. The whole room was resounding to their moans and urges. The bed was in total shambles.

She then held Manjula and positioned her cunt on the young girls mouth over her cunt. The young girl was hesitant in the initial stage but slowly pushed her mouth close to mom's cunt. As she came close to the lean shaven area, she could see the thick outer labia and a shiny opening.

The smell was musky and in an instant she understood and latched her mouth on mom's slit. Mom had yelled out her assent and ground her mound on Manjula's face. Manjula had almost got chocked not only with her mouth covered with mom's cunt but also by being flooded with her juices. Manjula too had been also in the same state. Her tongue was entering and leaving the hole like a snake's tongue. By chance she had been positioned so that her tongue occasionally flicked mom's engorged clitoris. The sensation that she felt was electrifying.
After some time the heat subsided. They lay in exhaustion side by side. "Manju, thank you very much. I don't know why it's today but you have really satisfied the long hunger that I had felt inside. I will return this favour once your periods are over." Mom promised.
"Mumma, how come you suddenly wanted me today? Don't you have any other way of satisfying yourself?" Manjula asked.

She turned round and kissed Manjula on her lips, feeling her own smell on them. They had then got up and gone for a wash. As Manjula was in her bathroom, she heard a knock on the doo and opened it slowly. She found mom standing outside with a soap and towel.
"What happened mumma? You needed something." Manjula asked.
Mom had just pointed to her and said "You"
They had then proceeded to bathe each other, stealing kisses and going for each others cunt's, giggling like small kids. They then dried one another and came out and dressed together. They decided not to wear any under wear when in the house.Mom was tired by then and went to her room. Manjula had gone to cook dinner. I returned to find that the house was quiet and there seemed to be no traces of any firing for me.

 

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When I passed the kitchen I saw Manjula. She had a glow on her body. She saw me and blushed and turned her face down to her hands. I asked her what had happened by making signs. She blushed still further. I could make out her erect nipples poking out through her gown. Was she not wearing any bra? A thought passed through my mind. Maybe she is getting ready for the night. I tip toed to my room.

Mom must have heard me, and she called out "Viju, have you returned?"
"Yes, mom. I just came back. How come you are sleeping?" I enquired and went to her room.
"Well, I seem to have a nasty ache; that's why I came home early." She replied.
"I hope nothing serious?" I queried. "Should I get the doctor?"
"No nothing serious, that Manju can't help. I will ask her to sleep in my room tonight, in case I need anything."
What she said further made me very miserable, because I thought I would be able to have a go at Manju tonight. I would now have to do with a handshake tonight. Asking her to rest, I moved out. You could not see into the kitchen from the bedrooms. I entered the kitchen and before Manjula could turn round grabbed her and pressed her to me. Manjula started giggling. I raised my hands and cupped her cute breasts. I was surprised that she was not wearing any bras and the entire mound was in my hand only separated by her shirt.
She wriggled out of my arms and pointed to mom's open bedroom door.
"She will hear." Manjula warned.
I caught of her hand and took her towards her room. "I need you with me tonight. Pleeeease. Make some excuse and sleep in your room." I implored.
"I too don't want to go, but you know what mumma has said. She is not feeling well. You must understand. Otherwise she may suspect" She tried to make me understand.
After some time we heard mumma getting up from her bed and Manjula ran back to the kitchen, just in time as mom came out.
I put on the TV in the sitting room as though nothing had happened.
After our meals, mom went to bed and told Manjula to sleep with her in her bedroom, as she was not feeling well. Manjula had guessed mom's plan, whilst I was totally ignorant. I watched TV. Manjula was clearing the table and cleaning the kitchen. I knew that before going to sleep she always had a bath, and I waited for an opportunity to be with her.
I heard her telling mom that she would have her bath and come. I too prepared myself by going to Manjula's room, switching the geyser on and waiting behind the bathroom door. Manjula came to her room and as usual locked the bedroom door before going for bath. She was surprised that the geyser was on. But she was not sure whether she herself had put it on. Her mind was floating with joy since afternoon. She removed her salwar & slacks which she wore during the day and walked towards the bathroom in her bra & panties.
She put on the light and pushed the door open. It was only when she entered the bath that she realized that I was inside. She opened her mouth to say something or shout and I grabbed her and in a minute clamped my lips over hers'. She tried to push me away and in the bargain her bra came in my hands. Her pokey little breasts topped with her very pointed nipples stared at me. She covered her pair with her hands, little realizing that I could see her panties with a dark wet spot in the centre, against her fair thigh skin.
Aju, what are you doing here?" she was shocked." If mom comes to know that you are here, she ill kill me. Please go."
"Manju, I can't wait till tomorrow. I am going to die. I need you. We can be together here. Mom need not know.." After a lot of coaxing and pressing she relented and we bathed together. The only difference was that I had my pyjamas on and she had her panties on. We soaped each other and when my turn came to soap her between her thighs, she totally opened up as I let my finger go into her and clamped my mouth to her tit. The shower was on and we were drenched. I pulled down her panties and now she was totally naked. She tried to put up a resistance which she knew was a losing battle. She wanted me to show her my penis. I only allowed her to hold it from outside as I had not worn an underwear.
There was a look of horror on her face, which I could not understand. She held me by my prick but her fingers had not gone around it. I knew I had a long penis.
"Aju, what is this? She asked.
"Thisis my prick." I replied.
"But Aju this is huge. My husband had almost half of this size and was not this long. I don't think that I will be able to take it in. I am scared. It will tear my pussy." She whispered, almost on the point of tears.



"Manju, that's not true. You know that you pussy can take this whole thing inside. In fact the baby is much bigger than my prick, when it comes out." I tried to pacify her. But during all this she had not released my prick. I made her slide her hand up & down along the prick. She brought both her hands and sandwiched my prick and gave me a hand job. I could not bear the exquisite sensation that ran through my body and after some time my prick jerked and spewed a jet of sperm which came out through the wet pyjamas and a drop fell on her hands & another on her tit. I asked her if she had ever tried to take the prick in the mouth, at which she almost shrank back. To her this was dirty. I decided to eat her cunt later after her periods and teach her to do it for me.
After this session, my prick shrank and I came out and dried myself with Manjula's towel. She finished her bath and asked for the towel. I went in and rubbed her dry, hovering a little more near her pussy. I helped her to wear her panty and her bra and fondled her over her bra. She dressed up and went to mom's room after putting off her room lights. As she was leaving, I pulled her to me in the darkness and we kissed liked lovers about to be parted. Just then we heard mom calling Manjula. She left and I went and sat with my TV.
In the meantime, mom was sleeping nude under the blanket and had the air conditioning on the maximum. As soon as Manjula entered her room, she made her lock the door and to come inside her blanket after removing her clothes. So there they were the two mermaids, in their birthday suits. The whole night they fondled, sucked each others tits and fingered each other.

 

[a017atha]

The next day mom was expected to go for work that's what I thought. I left for my college. I could not concentrate in college and I decided to go back to my Manjula. So there I was bunking and heading towards home. I asked my friend to give me a lift home and I reached my apartment door. I entered using my key slowly without making any noise. I latched the door noiselessly and removing my shoes I tiptoed to the kitchen. Manjula was not there. I retraced my steps to her room. But she was not there too. I was surprised. I now headed back to my room. As I reached the room I could hear some movement and gasping in mom's room, which had its door half shut. I slowly opened it and I was confronted with the most amazing sight. Two beautiful women, with not a shred of cloth on them, totally drenched in sweat rubbing themselves on each other engrossed in themselves and lost to the world.
Mom was lying on her back with Manjula held between her thighs, which were criss-crossed over her buttocks and they were kissing one another. Manjula's hair was stuck to her back while mom's hair was all over the bed. I was shocked. But I had to use this to my advantage.
I immediately unbuttoned my shirt, unzipped my pants slowly entered in the room unnoticed. I could not control myself seeing Manjula's buttocks going up and down rubbing their crotches together. I could see their thighs wet with juices and Manjula's asshole pink and tight.

"Hello, may I know what's going on here?" I asked. For a second the movement stopped. Manjula and mom separated and tried to get up. Manjula had to stand coming backwards and in her fumbling, she tripped straight into me, pressing her tiny sweaty breasts into my chest. I pressed her to me and held her tight. My prick was stiff and poked her near her cunt. Mom had sat on the bed and had covered her big breasts. They were shocked.

"May I also join you two. You two look very good in bed." I asked knowing fully well the answer.

"I am sorry son; I should not have been doing this. But I could not control myself."

"Hey mom, please don't feel bad about it. There is nothing wrong in what you were doing. I can understand dad's absence. ... and Manjula is too good to resist. Isn't it mom?" I assured mom. By now I had snaked my hand around Manjula's cute breasts and tweaked her nipples. Manjula was standing stiff in my arms.
I now turned Manjula in my arms and lifted her chin upwards. Her looks portrayed fear and lust. I kissed her in front of my mom. At that mom got up to leave, I held her hand and asked her to stay.
"Mom can I make love to Manjula; I have wanted to do that since she came back from her marriage. She too must be missing her husband. Please mom." I pleaded with her.

"Manjula what do you have to say?" she asked Manjula. Manjula blushed and looked down. "Don't force it on yourself, if you don't want. Do you want to?" Slowly she looked towards mom and nodded her assent.
"But Manjula he can't do anything with his underwear on. Why don't you remove it?" she invited Manjula to remove my underwear which I had left on. Slowly she moved her hands towards the elastic of the underwear. She slowly moved it down. She had trouble as my prick had stood to attention and the underwear had to be pulled over it. After the constricting piece of cloth was pulled down, my penis was at its majestic best -- 9 inches long and thick. As Manjula bent down the throbbing prick rubbed against her chin and lips and her nose.

It was mom who gasped at the size; Manjula was now sitting near my feet looking up towards me and my prized possession. I raised Manjula on her feet and made her sit on the bed as mom looked on. She was fondling her own big breasts and one hand was rubbing against her cunt. The scenario unfolding in front of her was turning her on.
Mom had nice rounded breasts which were very fair. The nipples were pink and longish surrounded by a darker circle. The erotic scene had got them stiff and tight sitting on her chest with pride. I yearned to touch them and press them; but I controlled myself.
"Mom why don't you also join us and continue what you stopped. Manjula would you mind?" I asked Manjula. She too wanted mom to be part of the game. As mom sat on the bed I slowly pushed Manjula on her back and sat beside her. She was now flanked by mom on one side and me on the other.
"Mom why don't you let Manjula suck you and pleasure you?" She did not require another invitation, she bent and lowered her tit to Manjula's mouth. Manjula's lips and teeth clamped on them and I could see her sucking and pulling on them with her eyes closed. Mom's eyes were fixed on my penis, a piece that she was missing for a long time. But the thought of incest restricted her.
I moved my hand to Manjula's cunt, which I was touching for the first time. She had a tidy growth of pubic hair around her shiny lower lips which had been fiddled around with just a few moments earlier. I twiddled my fingers Mom started to slowly press her tit her tits. Manjula was moaning and shifting her body. I clamped my mouth on her tit and gobbled her tiny tit into my mouth. She pressed her chest upwards wanting to feed me the entire breast. As Manjula was attacking mom's one tit, the other was close by to my hand and which was pressing Manjula's tit. I thought of doing something brave. I slowly left Manjula's breast and slid my hand below mom's breast. I held her tit and squeezed. She pressed forward wanting more, which in turn suffocated Manjula with the other breast pressing on her mouth.

By now I had managed to push my finger into Manjula. The feel of the finger finger entering her must have started an orgasm which she expressed by moaning loudly, thrashing her body and pushing her cunt onto my finger, whilst humping it. She thrust her breast into my mouth and held my head pressed to her. Mom too mashed her tits and from what I realized also orgasmed seeing this show. I shifted myself to lie parallel to her and pushed myself on top of her. I was now lying on top of Manjula with my stiff penis directly near her opening. Mom watched this alignment and moved her tit from Manjula's mouth. Manjula now awaited the assault. For anyone this was a piquant situation with your mom watching. I had to involve her in this.
"Mom will you please help me?" I requested. I caught mom's hand and took it to my penis. I knew I had to break the ice. She willingly held my prick and I could feel her stroking it tightly enjoying the feel of her son's prick.

Suddenly Manjula spoke, "Mumma, I hope it will not tear me. Vijay is big?" she was apprehensive.
"Don't worry Manjula, I too had this fear when Vijay's daddy first took my virginity. Atleast you have had experience earlier." Manjula was at peace.
The well lubricated walls of her vagina would help to ease the entry. Mom then pointed the head of the prick to the entry. Manjula shuddered awaiting the final entry. I pushed a little and the head entered the hole. Manjula winched a little and spread her thighs.
I became bold and pushed further, Manjula cried out, "Please stop Aju, its paining" But she had her hands tight around my back. I hand gone beyond the point of no return. I pushed further and a little harder. I had slid about two inches into her. She started to cry saying that it was tearing her. But I continue humping and sliding into her and then after a few strokes I was fully embedded into her. Manjula was moving her head from side to side trying to subdue the initial pain.

I stopped pushing and held my self into her. As the pain stopped, I pulled out of her and forced myself into her there was a sloshing sound as the juices helped to lubricate the entry. I started to see saw into her -- pulling out and pushing in at a fast pace. Manjula clamped her legs around my waist and pulling me into her. Her face was displaying an erotic expression. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed. I lowered my self on her lips and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She pulled her hands behind my head and held me tightly. I was ramming into very at a steady pace. I suddenly felt my moms hand on my back, sliding up to my buttocks. I felt her finger trying to enter my asshole and which forced me to push harder into Manjula. I moved one hand away from Manjula and felt mom's breast. She also helped me by adjusting her position and lay besides Manjula. Now I had two ladies waiting for my attention.




I could feel my balls tightening announcing the forthcoming ejaculation. Knowing that Manjula was in her periods it was safe to ejaculate into her. She too was nearing another orgasm. And was grunting her urgency signaling her position.

 

[a017atha]

"Manjula I think I am cumming." With this I increased my pace of screwing her. And as the time approached I held her tight to me, her breast poking into me and I could feel my sperm shooting into her womb. She too felt the warm liquid filling her and gasped for more pleasure. After sometime we both stopped with me lying on top of her and my fast shrinking prick lodged into her. We were both bathed in sweat and I kissed Manjula.
When I looked beside me I could see a sad look on mom's face. I did not relies that mom had taken my hand to her smoothly shaved cunt and held it there. Incest or no incest, I could not see this sad look on her face and I slowly moved my finger into her hole. She looked at me but said nothing. I could feel her clitoris engorged and popping out and slowly rubbed it. She closed her eyes and savoured the feeling. Manjula looked at me knowing well what was happening, and suggested by her eyes to make love to mom.
I nodded my agreement and slowly slid out of her. I could feel Manjula's vagina wall trying to hold me into her and she sighed. I shifted my self and now tried to lay over mom.
"Son, what are you doing? This is not right. I am your mom." She tried to stop me.
"Mumma, but no one will know. You too are missing what I was missing. Ajay will definitely satisfy you." Saying this she held mom's hand and took it to my shrunk penis. Manjula's and my juices were coating my prick and when I felt mom's hand on my prick, it started to spring back to life. In a few moments, it was stiff but had not become very hard.
Suddenly mom got up and told me to sleep on my back. Manjula watched. She made me spread my legs and saw my pole standing straight. She slowly sat between my legs and lowered her mouth on my penis. I could not believe that I was going to get a blow job and that too from mom. Manjula looked wide eyed not understanding this. I pulled her to me and kissed her.

Mom was an expert in this art of BJ. I slowly sat and put my hands under her to hold her massive breasts and started to press. Manjula came from behind and pressed her breast & tits into my back. After sometime of bobbing her head she had suck the juices dry. I pulled her up on the bed and she crawled on her fours. I told her to wait in that position and entered her from the back. I held her by her waist and pushed myself into her. Manjula slid under her and allowed her to suck her breast while she tweaked and pressed mom's big breasts.
After some time I could feel the familiar feeling and pressed myself into her. She could feel long streak of cum hitting her womb walls. It was then that I realized that we should have used protection as mom could get pregnant. But it was too late now. My cum started to slide down her thighs. She slowly collapsed over Manjula sandwiched between her & me.
"Thank you, son; I was hungry for love for a long time. Now that we have broken the ice, we could all sleep in the same bed and enjoy ourselves." And that is what happened for all the following nights.

"But what about you getting pregnant?" I was concerned.

"Son, don't worry. After you were born, the doctor had removed my womb and there is no danger of me getting pregnant. But the doctor could not stop my urge for sex."

I was relieved. It had become quite late and we had yet to prepare lunch. We were all naked. I pulled Manjula from the bed to me and told mom that we will have a bath together. Mom smiled. She volounteered to cook, knowing fully well that this bath would take a much longer time.

"I hope the next bath will be with me" she said winking to both of us.

With the cold water running over us, we washed brushed, soaped each other and I took this opportunity to fuck Manjula standing her against the bathroom walls. The door was open and Mom peeked in to glimpse.

From that day onwards till Manjula's husband and my dad arrived a year later, we were one big fucking family. I even fucked Manjula and mom in the hall while watching TV. I hope that reading this story, you will send me your views; and if you too have an urge, ;like I do, will convey the same. Happy reading

 

[GiveMeExtra]

Excellent story