章 3010: @2
Prisha crept into her parent's bedroom. She was nineteen, living in Ingatpuri near Mumbai and permanently horny. It was not much use however, as she knew she was unattractive, small-titted and thin with a pockmarked face, wore glasses, wasn't wealthy or educated and worked in the local laundry, but still, she was constantly horny all day long. She thought of sex all the time. She watched porn and read stories on the internet in every bit of her spare time. But she knew all those above factors combined to make it impossible for her to get fucked. Unless somehow, she made it happen herself. Both her parents, Meera her mother and Kanhar her father, were sleeping in their separate beds. She knelt on the far side of her father's bed and gently pulled back the sheet. He wore nothing and under the dim moonlight coming in the window, for the second time in her life, she saw his cock.
Her mouth was ready: open wide, glistening wet, with her tongue slightly pushed out to cover her bottom teeth. Then it descended and engulfed her father's cock in its moist warmth. Immediately she began a steady rhythmic bobbing motion on his cock, taking it deeply on the way down and sucking as she pulled her mouth slowly back to the tip, before plunging back down again. It had an immediate, direct effect. Her father's rod, despite his sleeping, quickly reached an almost fully erect state. All her porn watching paid off as she played out the actions that she had seen onscreen in real-time attempting to make him cum in the quickest and most direct way.
Her father gave a groan as he half awoke, and Prisha varied her rhythm steadily increasing her speed and sucked harder on the outstrokes. Almost fully awake, her surprised father's cock was now a hard, six-inch, slippery wet rod. He moaned as he half perceived what was happening and placed a hand on her head to guide her as her mouth slurped and squelched, helping her maintain a firm, quick and deep action. At that point in time perhaps he thought it was a dream, but no matter what his prick was quickly expanding and hardening. In the soft light, he could see his nineteen-year-old daughter's mouth wrapped around his cock, her tiny tits and slim torso. Below that, her naked slim legs were folded underneath her as she knelt by the bed. The image before him, combined with the sensations she was unleashing on his cock with her blow job were bringing him quickly over the edge to a point of no return.
Suddenly there was movement from the other bed. Meera's inbuilt clock had told her it was time to wake and fuck her son, Gunmay whom she nicknamed Guddu. And she needed to make her son completely besotted by her before he started his studies in Mumbai next week where he would be living with her elder sister, Deepika. The same sister who had witnessed her first fuck with her son last week (see Chp. 2), who had then blackmailed Meera into a competition for Guddu's cock, and who had boasted she would own him.
Her father quickly pushed his daughter's head away and Prisha lay naked and silent on the floor beside the bed out of sight. Meera gave a cursory, disdainful glance at her husband who feigned sleep and headed for her fuck rendezvous with her son. As soon as the door closed Prisha sat up and reattached her mouth to her father's fuck meat and went to work again.
She could hear her father's appreciative groans as she took his cock deeper and deeper. All her practice on large, not yet ripe bananas had done the trick in overcoming her gagging reflex and she felt his thin tool slide down her gullet. She was fondling his balls imagining the molten cum churning in them when she felt his hands around her hips guiding and lifting her onto the bed and into 69. It was even better than she had imagined or had hoped for as her father's tongue explored her cunt and teased her clit before his tongue caused and his mouth swallowed the juices of her first orgasm.
And then it happened. She had secretly witnessed her father in action with prostitutes one time and suspected he would not fuck vanilla style and she was correct.
Despite being close to cumming he gave no warning sound or sign of his impending release. As his daughter pushed slowly down on his cock it erupted. She flinched as it took her by surprise, but she managed to continue her sucking movement as his thick semen jets shot down her throat and forced its blowback out her nostrils. With her father's cum shoot overflow still running down her face Prisha swallowed quickly to clear her airway: just in time before his cock deposited another two or three squirts which she gulped down while still trying to breathe. Her father's orgasm subsided, and he watched his cocksucking daughter valiantly swallow the remnants, while breathing heavily through her nose: an action that caused her almost flat chest to swell as she desperately sucked in air. Having shot his load into his daughter he reached for her small 30A tits. She heard his gasp of surprise as his fingers latched onto her nipples.
Right from the first time she had explored her body, Prisha had found that many things could bring her to orgasm. She had experimented over every part of her body and spent many a night in her room before sleeping, rubbing this or that to see what effect it had. One night, her thumb and index finger on the other hand had idly slipped inside her nightgown and began rubbing her nipple. Her nipples always felt as though they were connected to her clit by an electric wire. A couple of good squeezes and she got wet. A few more and her clit extended. A few more and she was breathing hard and within a minute, she had come long and hard.
The next night, she was not aware that she was feeling herself up until she stopped watching a porn movie for a moment and realized she was hot and horny. As her fingers tightened on her tit, sparks began to fly, and she grunted slightly as the waves of pleasure began to hit her full force. A moment later her back straightened and then curved back and she pulled the nightgown from her shoulders to expose her tits. Her other nipple hardened immediately, and she began pulling on both of her nipples, teasing them up to even greater lengths. They had never extended any further and quickly reached one inch, standing stiff like small penises.
And right now, her surprised father's fingers were holding onto nipples one inch in length. Thin they may be, but they were as stiff as metal rods. Her father flicked them, and they quivered in response before once again pointing straight out. He pulled them and twisted them back and forth causing a huge cum to hit her like a wave and pass from her nipples through her belly and cunt as her body spasmed. Her clit throbbed. It quickly grew in size until it poked out from between her cunt lips. Her father sucked it, giving her tiny jolts of pleasure each time he tongued it. Soon her second orgasm hit her, and she whimpered as it started between her legs and surged up her body. She sucked on his flaccid cock until her third orgasm of the night ripped through her, this time even more powerful than the first two. It was all she had imagined but her father kept his limp cock in her mouth, so she kept trying to resuscitate it and make it hard. Suddenly, she knew why he had kept it there as she felt the flood of warm piss filling her mouth and she replied by both swallowing as much of it as she could and squirting her cum into her father's mouth.
Back in her room, Prisha worried: had she done enough to convince her father to fuck her regularly? She fell asleep hoping it was enough. She awoke to the feel of a cock turkey slapping her face. She opened her eyes to see her father holding his rampant meat as he slapped her cheeks with it.
"A test for you with a fantasy of mine. A living anal sex doll. You will get on your hands and knees, naked, and lube up your arse. You will hold your arse open ready and put your head on the floor. I will approach and arse-fuck you. I will show no mercy and I will fuck as deep, hard and fast as I like. I will not consider your comfort at any point. I will cum in your arse when I am ready. Obviously, that's not much of a challenge, so there are two rules you must follow: One: You must not move at all, at any point. You will stay completely still in that position and absolutely will not flinch or pull away. Two: You must not make any sound of any kind for the duration of your arse-fucking."
Prisha almost leapt out of the bed and caught the bottle of lube her father threw to her and stared to apply it to her arsehole, endeavouring to display the readiness and willingness of her taut body to her father. She finished and assumed the prescribed position. She watched as her father fisted himself to full hardness and walked straight behind her, giving her no time to prepare herself. Suddenly he rammed his meat straight into and up his daughter's heavily lubed arsehole. Her breathing instantly became forced and ragged from the shock of the brutal entry, but she controlled herself to make no sound. Her father immediately began a hard, steady, in-and-out, full-length hammering of her tight, virgin arsehole. Mercilessly pounding into her, he tried his best to make her give in and cry out or pull away.
But she held out, eyes screwed shut, breathing hard, her muscles tight, holding herself as still as she could physically manage, enduring the onslaught of the jackhammering she was receiving. The recent cum release from her earlier blowjob on him allowed her father the luxury of fucking deep and hard for a long time before he paused. He withdrew his meat from her upraised arse, noting with satisfaction her kneeling body with her face shoulders and small tits pressed into the floor. Her arms had reached back behind her to allow her hands to pull her arsecheeks apart and expose her anal chute to him. He grabbed her bony hips, placed his cock head again at her anal entrance, grunted and re-entered her anal channel with one thrust.
After forty minutes had passed, her arsehole was red raw from the merciless pounding it had received, but she had made no movement, made no sound. She had totally accepted having her bowels explored by her father's cock. "You have passed the test and can react," he said.
She moaned her pleasure and thrust her hips back at his cock trying to show her utter compliance and involvement in the arse fucking. Steadily he plundered her tight arse doggy-style. Gaining confidence, she reached back to play with her clit. A massive cum surged through her and she pleaded over and over, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," as she pushed back against him.
Kanhar, her father, was in seventh heaven. His troubles were all his wife Meera's fault. Fifteen years ago, the bitch had refused his ideas to spice up their sex life: simple things like threesomes, watching her sexfight, a bit of BDSM and so on. It would have been far better than the monotonous missionary position she allowed him once a fortnight. What was wrong with that? It was normal to try new things, yet she had refused and chosen separate beds since that time. And he was tormented by her perfect curvaceous body every day paraded around the house, knowing it was unavailable to him. Even though she showed no flesh he knew the body hidden inside the kurta top and baggy trousers. He had taken to using prostitutes and even they had limits. He had been banished from one establishment for simply pissing down the throat of one. It was a normal thing to him, but they had banned him. Plus, it was costing him too much money with the whores charging him extra for his perversions.
But now this. Before he had considered fucking his daughter, Prisha, but she was so unattractive and sexless that he had not bothered seducing or forcing her to satisfy his needs. How wrong had he been? However, he still needed to be 100% sure of his daughter. Maintaining his rhythmical arse fuck he reached around her bony hips to play with her exposed large clit relishing her reaction and the shudders and tremors that racked her thin body in response to his fingerwork.
"My daughter, if you are to become my slut you must accept there will be no restrictions. I will fuck you whenever, wherever, and however I want." He took her answering long wail to be an acceptance. He continued to speak matching his phrases to his cock thrusts into her backdoor and the slap of flesh as she slammed back. "And your first task will be to seduce my supervisor into performing regular three ways: her, you and me. But in such a way that I can blackmail the frigid bitch at a later date and have me take over her position. I will teach her to belittle me in the office."
Prisha howled her affirmative to this and other thoughts of what he wanted sexually that spewed from his mouth until one final balls-deep thrust from her father accompanied by his hands grabbing her hips and holding his cock deep in her signalled to her that it was nearly over. Her father groaned and with a half dozen strong pulses down his cock his balls emptied into his daughter's back chute to finish six inches deep in her bowels. He held himself pressed deeply inside her, feeling his balls pressing against her cunt until he was finished filling her arse and then pulled quickly out of the clinging confines of her rectum, turned around and walked away. From a distance of a couple of meters, he watched her frig her clit until her body shook and she squirted three metres. She knew she had passed the first test.
What had caused this state of events? Well three days before Prisha was reading the text document on the computer screen. Her fingers had been furiously frigging her clit as she had read the files in the folder labelled Masturbation Fantasies. She groaned long, went rigid, came and squirted her third cum. Fuck, now she would have to clean the underside of the desk. This latest read was labelled "Fantasy 33 After School" and was the fourth one from the 48 files she had randomly read in full. All of them were detailed fantasies and all 48, after her quick check, had involved her brother and their mother Meera. God, her only brother had the hots for and wanted to fuck their 37-year-old mother. She smiled. Now she could blackmail him, and get the thick, heavily veined, big-headed eight-inch cock that she had seen when she unexpectedly walked on him masturbating, to take her virginity.
She had broken the username and password on his computer so easily. Were all men that stupid? Gunmay, she refused to think of him as Gundu, the nickname her mother called him, was a cricket fanatic and his hero was Sunil Gavaskar, the former Mumbai and Indian national cricket team superstar. She had tried Sunil, SG, Sunil G, and a couple of others before successfully entering his nickname, Little Master. The password was similarly easy. After a few tries 10222, the number of runs he scored in test cricket against other countries gave her entry. His number of matches played for India gave entry to the Fantasy folder.
She opened another "File 41 Blowjob" and started reading.
I am Gunmay, nicknamed Guddu (adorable small boy) by my mother Meera and am now eighteen years old. I live in Igatpuri, a small town 120 km from Mumbai, and as I attended an all-boys school, I hadn't even kissed a girl, so regular masturbating had become my outlet. It wasn't just a teenager's normal once a day: I woke with a hard-on and it was huge because, although I have a thin body, I possess eight inches of thick cock with a large mushroom-shaped head and raised veins that match the thickness of any black porn star. With the first one out of the way, I usually came a second time as I showered. My School was nearby so I came home for lunch and a third, then luckily, with my older sister working at a laundry and my dad at work, I could squeeze in another session before dinner before I had time alone in my bedroom. It was always possible that my mother could walk in to ask me something while I was doing homework, or my older, thin, ugly sister would burst in to just annoy me, or my dad might come up after work to say he would be using the internet. So, in my bed at night when everyone else was asleep was the only time and place I had privacy for a long fantasy fuck.
There I used to lie, naked on the bed, with oil and a towel. I would take my time and enjoy working myself up to a big orgasm. The towel was a necessity for me. At school, I had heard jokes, and students saying that they kept a box of tissue in their rooms to mop up their cum-shots. For me, there would be no way a tissue would catch all my load. I came a lot when I jerked off, and not just a lot in quantity, it had force and distance. The first time I masturbated when I orgasmed, I shot a load over my own face and pillow. After that, if I was masturbating while lying down or sitting at my desk, I put a towel over my cock just before I came. Or if standing, I would lay the towel out in front of me and aim for it.
I realized my parents were going through a rough patch, as they often got into huge fights at night when they thought my nineteen-year-old sister, Prisha, and I couldn't hear them. One night my mother came into my room, just moments after I had finished a session. She opened the door and asked if I was asleep, I replied "No," and she came in. She apologized for the fighting and said she had just checked on my sister who was asleep and she just wanted to catch up with her baby boy, but she was visibly upset, and I think she just wanted to vent about things going on with her and dad. She always ended up falling asleep in my room before arising early to prepare breakfast.
Nothing about this was sexual despite the fact she was an attractive woman. My mother Meera was aged 37 and had a full, curvaceous, Western Indian body measuring 34D 30 36, but one that was hidden at home by a loose kurta top that reached below her knees. Although the front and back panels were split to the knee her baggy kurta trousers ensured she displayed no flesh. When she went out of the house she dressed even more prudishly, as she came from a small village 25 kilometres from Igatpuri and had been brought up even more traditionally and conservatively than the residents of Igatpuri, which itself was far more sexually straightlaced than Mumbai. If a word could describe her character, it would be chaste.
As her sleepovers continued for several weeks, I noticed that she became closer to me, at night she would cuddle a little, and ask me to put my arm around her. This became a problem one night when I hadn't been able to jerk off. She had me spooning her, while she was checking her phone and I was trying to fall asleep and the little movements of her arse against my crotch gave me an erection. I began moving away from her, a little bit at a time so she wouldn't notice. "Why are you moving away? You know I like it when you cuddle with me like that, it feels comfortable with my Gudhu." With that, she backed up and her arse pressed into my hard-on. She jumped like she had been shot but pretended nothing had happened and kept her distance in the bed before leaving when we could hear my father's snores through the thin wall.
The downside to what had happened that night was that now when I jerked off at night, I had to make it quick and sweet before she arrived. I kept my boxers on and just pulled my tool out through the opening and jerked it to orgasm as quickly as possible. Even that was risky, if my parents were being snappy with each other earlier in the evening I would assume there was going to be a fight, so I had to miss my orgasm for the evening since I knew my mother would be coming in soon.As a virgin, I didn't know what sex was like, so I didn't have a favourite position or know if I preferred tits or arse or whatever. I just liked the way naked women looked, so, when I first masturbated, it was usually to an image of me laying on the bed (since that's the way I usually jerked off) with a beautiful woman kneeling at the foot of my bed sucking my dick, I never did anything, I just laid there. Lately, however, my fantasies started involving my mother.
One night I'd already heard my mother go into her room and with no arguing, I thought mother would be a no-show that night, so I figured it was time to start a long session. I pulled my hidden stash out from the backpack at the back of my cupboard: a pump bottle of lotion, a towel, and a worn Playboy magazine from several years ago I had found in the neighbour's rubbish. I rarely pulled out the magazine due to the extra risk of being caught, but tonight I was going to go all out. I stood up and pulled off my boxers. I was already rock hard, so I just stood there gently stroking myself, enjoying the feeling of not being rushed. I opened the magazine to my favourite picture of a woman with huge tits, straddling a man. It was taken from his point of view and was the basis for many of my masturbatory fantasies.
I set it on the bed and stood over it looking down while I gripped my cock tighter and built up speed. I pumped a couple shots of lotion into my hand and smeared it all over my dick. I particularly liked working the head so that it was big and gave my tool the whole "mushroom tip" appearance.
I enjoyed getting myself close to the point of no return, and then slowing down or stopping and letting the impending orgasm subside. It was like I was teasing myself, but really, I was just taking my time, and the build-up always gave me a better orgasm. I lay on my bed, kicked my sheets completely away, settled down, closed my eyes and continued. The feeling was incredible, I rarely got to use lotion anymore, so the moist-silky feeling of my lubed-up hand was a real treat. I was building up a faster rhythm again and was thinking about whether I should just go for it this time, or slow back down again and let it build back up... when my door opened and my mother walked in. "Hey sweetie, do you mind if I... oh my God."
I was completely nude, spread out on my bed with the biggest hard-on I had enjoyed in weeks. I panicked hoping it wasn't happening. But it was. She was just staring at me, frozen from a combination of shock and embarrassment. I was reaching around for something to cover up with, but the discarded sheets were on the floor at the foot of my bed, so I just threw the towel over my lap and sat up, leaning forward, trying to conceal my erection. Finally recovering, my mother covered her face and turned around. "I'm so sorry sweetie. I didn't know. I should've knocked, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, oh my God, please forgive me, I was so stupid."
"It's fine, I just got embarrassed. "
She turned back towards me and opened her eyes. "Trust me, you're not the only one who's embarrassed." She picked my sheet up and handed it to me and sat on my bed. I covered up and sat there. We smiled at each other reassuringly. "I should've known that you were doing this already. You are at that age, plus when you got that erection the other night from rubbing up against me, it should've been a warning to me that you're probably getting hard-ons and taking care of them somehow." I just nodded. "How long have you been masturbating?"
"A year, maybe a little less I suppose."
She nodded, and noticing the magazine on the bed, she picked it up before I could react. "Is this what you use?" She flipped through the pages, and I just nodded, blushing. "It's ok, every boy has jerked off to one of these magazines." She looked up and me, and I grinned, awkwardly comforted knowing that she didn't think I was weird.
She continued thumbing through the magazine "Do you have questions about any of this?" I shook my head to signal No, not wanting to talk to my mother about sex. "Because this isn't real" she continued. She turned the magazine towards me, showing me a picture of a close-up of a woman spreading open the lips of her pussy.
"It's not?" I replied, she had piqued my interest, and I really did have questions.
"No, she's just trying to look exciting for the camera, and they use camera angles to make it look bigger. Vaginas don't normally look like that."
"What do they look like then?"
"Well," She looked around, unsure how to proceed, "Well." She paused and stood up, reached under her nightgown, pulled her large panties down, and then lifted her gown up to her belly button, showing me her pussy, "They look like this." She wasn't shaved bare like the western girls in the magazines but had a huge thick bush. I just stared. She sat back on the bed, still lifting her gown, and facing me. I could feel her watching me stare at her exposed vagina. I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn't look away. "See, they have shaved hers completely, and then spread the lips like that to make it look sexy."
"That's stupid, yours's looks good, just like it is."
"Oh hush" she covered herself, and I looked back up at her face as she continued, "Plus, she's playing with it in the pictures."
"Oh, so you're not supposed to play with it?"
"Well, sure you are, but she's just spreading it open for the camera after she has made it wet. In real life, you'd just rub her clit or finger her." I must have looked confused because she lifted her gown back up and continued. "This is the clit, you just have to rub it, but when you're fingering a girl, you would also slide a couple fingers inside her."
"Inside her where?" Boy, was I innocent at that time.
As if she was a teacher giving a hands-on lesson, she took my hand and pulled it to her vagina, curled all my fingers closed, except the index and middle fingers. She leaned back slightly and guided my fingers to her opening. "Right here. You just slide your fingers in and out, the same way you would with your penis if you were having sex." Without thinking I pushed my two fingers into her slit and she let out a sigh, I did this about three times before she grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
"Was I doing it wrong? I don't really know what to do."
"No, that felt fine, especially since it's your first time, it's just that." She paused and looked me in the face, "You shouldn't be doing this with your mother."
"Oh." I just realized what she meant, and she was right, I pulled my hand away, "I wasn't thinking about it like that. It's just that you were the one who put my hand there, and I was curious, I've never tried that before, I was just seeing what happened when I fingered a girl, so I don't look like a dork when I finally get a girlfriend." I felt like an idiot, and my expression obviously showed that.
"No sweetie, you're right, I did put your fingers there, I didn't think first. Don't feel bad, you didn't do anything wrong."
"Was I doing it right? Did it, you know, feel good like it's supposed to?"
"Yes, you were, and yes, it did."
"You didn't have an orgasm, so I must not have been that good at it," I questioned.
She laughed "Babe, you only did it for a second, it takes longer than that. For any man, not just you."
"Oh..ok.. can I.. Try again? I want to see if I can do it."
She just stared at me, obviously compromised in her mind, "Ok," and she gave me a little smile, nothing seductive, but genuinely motherly as if I'd asked to stay up late and she'd decided to be nice and let me. She took my wrist and pulled my hand back to her love box, guiding my fingers into her. She held my wrist while showing me the rhythm and speed to use, and then she let go and I did the rest. She leaned back slightly, putting her weight on her arms. I could tell she was watching me, but I just stared intently at what I was doing. I heard her start to breathe a little heavier, and I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed but she opened them, looking directly into mine.
"Is that the way?" I asked.
"Yes, it's very good. Now, this right here is where the clit is," she pointed to a bump covered by a skin hood above where my fingers were inside her. "This is a very sensitive spot that you just rub, either on its own or while you're fingering a woman. Since you're doing that with your fingers, I'll rub myself, and together they will give me a strong orgasm."
I continued moving my fingers in and out at their steady pace while I watched as she rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes and her breathing became loud again. Feeling the warm wetness of the inside of a pussy for the first time, combined with watching a woman (albeit my mother) play with herself and groan, was getting me turned on
I still had a raging hard-on and I felt like I was going to explode, but I was afraid to touch myself in front of her, I didn't want her to think this "lesson" was turning into something more. So, I restrained myself. Just then she threw her head back and let out a loud sound that was halfway between a moan and a scream. I pulled my hand away, scared of what I had done and stared in shock, watching her shake a bit before relaxing and opening her eyes. I can only imagine the expression that was on my face because as soon as she looked at me, she laughed and touched my arm reassuringly.
"It's ok baby, that's just what happens to many women when they orgasm," she reassured me. "It's my first one in many years. See it's not really that hard, or intimidating, nothing to be scared or nervous about."
I had forgotten about concealing the tent my erection was making, and she noticed it, "Guddu. Are you still hard? You must be dying." I just gave her an awkward, embarrassed sort of smile. She looked at me thoughtfully, "Ok, remove the sheet." I didn't move, unsure if I should expose myself to my mother, fearful I may get into trouble somehow. "Go ahead," she encouraged. I did as I was told and lifted the sheet just up and over my throbbing erection.
My mother moved up right next to me. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed my dick and started slowly gliding her hand up and down the shaft. It felt great, her hand was so cool on my burning cock. I stared in disbelief as she stroked me.
"I take it you have never had a hand job?" she asked, in a business-like manner. I shook my head without looking away from her hand wrapped around my meat. "Well, this is a hand job. Just like when you finger a girl, your fingers are supposed to feel like your penis is inside her, with a hand job her hand is supposed to feel like a vagina is around your penis, make sense?" I nodded, still not looking away as she kept stroking while she talked. "Now have you heard of a blow job?" My ears perked up, but I shook my head again not wanting to throw my friend Rusi, who claimed his sister gave him one, under the bus. "Well, a blow job is like a hand job, except that the girl puts your penis in her mouth and moves her head up and down to make you cum that way."
"Now Guddu, look at me," she took her hand off of my cock and I turned to face her. She looked me right in the eyes, there was genuine concern in them. "I don't know if we should be doing this," gesturing towards my hard-on, "Honestly we shouldn't have done any of this. This isn't something that mothers do with their sons." She was beginning to get worried. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I shouldn't have shown you my vagina, I just wanted to answer your questions, and I felt bad that your only knowledge is coming from a completely unrealistic magazine, so I just wanted you to see what a normal woman looks like down there. I let myself get carried away by having you touch me, and now here I am touching you."
She smiled at me and continued hesitantly. "But...It feels so good so would you like me to continue?" I gave a quick little nod. She went into action, "Hand me that lotion, sweetie" she pointed at the pump bottle on the other side of my bed. I reached over and grabbed it.
She moved onto her knees so that she was kneeling beside my lap while I was partially sitting up, propped up by pillows. She pumped some lotion into the palms of both of her hands. "The secret to a good hand job is using both hands." And with that, she went to work pumping her hands up and down my shaft like she was churning butter. But she didn't just move both hands up and down, she also rotated her wrists, turning her hands back and forth while she moved them up and down. My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped open. The feeling was incredible, I couldn't have imagined that her hands would have felt so different, so much better, than me simply jerking myself off. I let out an involuntary little grunt, she obviously knew what this meant. She turned to look at me.
"Oh, my son. Your cock is so big. You are going to make some woman and me very happy. Very, very happy. Look at your precum leaking out. OK, do you feel like you are ready to cum?"
"Uh huh." She nodded rapidly and grinned proudly.
"Good, just let it go when you're ready." She was watching my cock as she pumped it with both hands. She was building speed, knowing that I was ready, and then it happened. I exploded.
It was the biggest, most powerful load I had ever shot. From my friends at school boastings, I knew I had big ejaculations, but this was something else. I had already been working myself to an orgasm when my mother walked in, and since then I'd fingered her and watched while she came. Then she played with me, then stopped, then started up again. This load had been building for well over an hour, and it sent a convulsive orgasm through my body as it blew out the end of my cock. The first shot hit my mother right in the face, causing her to squeeze her eyes and mouth closed, but she never stopped working my shaft with both hands.
I continued to ejaculate, sending streams of semen all over. More than one shot hit her in the face and neck, it landed on her nightgown and arms. It sprayed onto the bed, and onto my stomach, legs and chest. And as the shots ended, my mother still stroked me, tightly, milking the rest of the cum from my swollen cock head. It ran down the shaft, over my hips, and onto the bed, soaking the sheets where I lay. And once the flow ended, she just sat there, holding my dick, as if the semen that covered her hands had welded them in place. I was spent, too exhausted and shocked to move. It felt like we sat that way for minutes until she spoke. "Honey, will you hand me that towel I saw?" Her eyes were still tightly shut. I fumbled, trying to reach the towel that lay on the bed near my feet. I got it and handed it to her.
"Here you go." She slowly released her hold on my still-hard cock. Her dripping hands reached for the towel blindly. I put it in them, and she brought it directly to her face to wipe her eyes, mopping up my sticky cum. I still just sat there, unsure of what to do. After she had cleared enough of it off her face, she turned to look at me. I must have been a sight, completely naked, semi-hard penis sticking straight up, covered in a fair amount of my own cum, and frozen stiff, too shocked to move. She laughed.
"Sweetie, why don't you go take a shower, you're a mess. I'm going to go wash my hands and face."
Once I started moving, I realized just how much semen I had shot on my bed. I got up and glanced at her, she too was looking at the tsunami I had caused. Without a word, I moved out of the room and into the shower. After I had washed, dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist. I opened the door and darted straight to my room, hoping that she had gone and that I could avoid facing my mother after what we had done. I walked into my room, and all the sheets had already been removed. "Guddu," my mother said. She was sitting on the bed, totally naked and arranging her hair in a ponytail, "I will be sleeping here tonight," she said warmly, not an ounce of disgust in her voice.
I slowly climbed into the bed next to her, still unsure of the situation. She was laying facing me, she reached over and gently grabbed my cock. "So does he feel better?" I was stunned and turned my head to look at her. Without me speaking and just from the twitching of my cock she read my reaction and looked satisfied.
It was four hours later. "Ooooohhhh, that's it sweetie, but don't just lick the clit, remember to keep working your fingers," mother instructed. I still had trouble maintaining a good rhythm with my fingers while I was focusing on what I was doing with my mouth, but I was trying to be a quick learner.
My mother was laying on my bed with her legs hanging off the edge, spread apart. She was propped up on her elbows looking down towards me. She was naked and I was kneeling on the floor with my face buried in her snatch. I had already made her cum once, so her cum covered my lips, cheeks and chin. My mouth was on her clit and I switched between licking and sucking it. I had my right hand coming up from underneath my chin, three fingers inside her pussy as far as they could go. Her wetness ran down my forearm.
"Oh God, yes baby I'm going to cum again." She reached down with both hands and grabbed my head, pulling my hair. Her head fell back to the mattress. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip to avoid screaming. "MMMMmmmmm." She let out as it tailed off, the sound exiting through her clenched teeth.
My mother didn't 'squirt' or anything like that when I made her cum, but she did have sort of a 'gushing' of juice that covered my face, hand and arm. There was a very wet spot on the bed when she was done. She tapped me on the head to let me know that she was finished and to stop.
A month later she was saying, "That was great Guddu, thank you. Now I want to take care of you again."
It was only 1pm and this was going to be my third blowjob of the day, but I wasn't complaining. Officially I was sick, and I knew she would write the note to take to school tomorrow. But this was now. She sat up on my bed and motioned for me to stand up. I did. My naked cock sprang up and pointed at her face. It was already rock hard from eating my mother's pussy for the last half hour, so I knew I wasn't going to last long in her mouth.
She grabbed the sides of my hips and I grabbed the back of her head, and we pulled each other forward. She opened her mouth, and I slid my meat in her pushing it all the way to the back of her throat holding it there for a second. I was looking down at her, and she was looking up at me, we stared into each other's eyes. I pulled her head back a fraction of an inch, and then pushed it back down, and she did these little head bobs I now knew so well.
I liked the feeling of the tip of my tool hitting the back of her throat over and over again. She never gagged, just made little noises. I pushed her head away while moving my hips back, then thrust my hips forward and pulled her head back towards me till I hit the back of her throat again. I began steadily fucking my mother's mouth, moving her head and my hips at the same time.
I had become comfortable with my mother sucking my rod. In fact, I needed it. There was no longer any awkwardness about it. I would look her in the eyes: it let me know that she wanted to suck my dick, she wanted to please me. During these times I thought of her as mine. She was still my mother the rest of the time, and I respected her as such. But when she would come into my room, she was there for my cock, she had become my slut.
She had actually encouraged this. She told me to do what I wanted, and what felt good during my blow jobs. This could be grabbing her head, her tits or her arse: it could be pulling her hair or pulling her top off: it could even be saying dirty stuff. While I still usually liked to just relax and let her go to work, sometimes it was nice to take charge and do whatever my body wanted to do. Like now when I was pounding my meat in and out of my mother's mouth, holding her head and controlling her.When I came, I closed my eyes in pleasure and drove my fuck rod home. I shot my load directly into her throat and held it there. As always, she tried to swallow all of it. But she had no hope. Cum rolled from her nostrils, escaped around her lips or flooded out as she gasped for breath. It drooled onto her tits and she reached up to massage it into her tit flesh, and I watched her nipples get harder. The fingers of my other hand were embedded in her slit and they felt the contractions of her cumming. When my load was done, I released her head and she slowly pulled her head back, sucking tightly as she did, cleaning my dick off. She spent a little extra time on the head, which made me shudder as she knew it would, and pulled it completely out with a pop and smiled before laying back and spreading her legs for me.
This was about the thirtieth time I had skull fucked my mother. We could only do it when the house was empty and there was no chance of someone coming home. This was because, unlike most blow jobs that were relatively quick and only required me to unzip my pants and pull my tool out, going down on her as well as a blowjob required much more time and would be a very compromising position should someone walk in. This meant that the only time available was during a weekend if my dad and sister were both out, or if I took a day off school sick like now.
Our normal routine had my cock in her mouth 3-4 times a day on average. In the morning, my dad left early for work. My mother got up to make us breakfast and see my sister and me off. I would get ready first since my school started first, then while my older sister was taking her shower and getting ready, I would be sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast with my mother's head bobbing up and down in my lap. Then by the time my sister got downstairs, my mother had finished and I was off to school.
Unless there was something special at school, I was home at lunchtime giving my mother her liquid lunch and my after-school BJ was easy to take care of as I was home first. Mother would be ready for me, and I'd just come in the door, and then cum in her mouth. It always happened on the sofa, with me sitting and her kneeling in front of me. Night time was the big one in my bedroom. By this time, we were very proficient at sixty-nine and my mother was cumming as often as I was.
Again Prisha was unaware she was unconsciously frigging her clit as she read her brother's fantasy when the screen flashed into action. The computer remote-control program, Teamviewer, started up and while it was loading she quickly shut down the open file she was reading. She watched her brother open another protected folder, his diary, and followed as he entered the details of his first fuck with his mother on their recent trip to Mumbai to finalise his entry into his tertiary college. (see Ch 2). This news was great for her. Now there was no way he could refuse her blackmail threat and would fuck her, as it was real, not a fantasy.
She only had to check it had happened and was not imaginary, but that should be easy when the two returned from Mumbai that afternoon. Looking closely at them as she would be doing there would have to be tell-tale signs: glances, shared smiles, eye contact that would make it obvious they had fucked, and virtually all night if the long diary entry was to be believed.
They had arrived home and it was soon obvious to Prisha that what she had witnessed on his computer screen as her brother typed in his diary from Mumbai was true. Her eighteen-year-old brother was fucking their thirty-seven-year-old mother. The looks, the concealed touches, were enough to confirm it, but the sounds at night she heard standing in the corridor outside Gunmay's bedroom proved it. But she couldn't get him alone: he was always in his mother's company especially at night when she left her bedroom for her son's bed. That only left her father who she had seen with two prostitutes and even though his cock was smaller than his brother he fucked like a deviant. Tonight, she would go to his room and give him a blow job like those she had just read.
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