Forbidden Lust: The son tells the story of his slut mother (True story)

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“What are you doing Salman,” she hissed.

“Mrs. M, don’t stop me. I have been dying to pleasure your lovely body the day I saw you. Today you will love it, I assure you”.

“We don’t have time Salman. Snacks have to be made”, she protested. her protest was meek because his squeezing of her half exposed breasts had already started the juice factory in her loins. A steady drip began and her protests thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her saree right off her lush body and he ushered her out of the lift, saree in hand towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul there as per the game. On his cell phone, he rang up the local restaurant owned by his own family and ordered them to deliver fifty packets of sandwiches within twenty minutes at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her full body, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the shoulders and threw her on the basement floor in one quick motion, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in double quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her round, full ass to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to help her in the game and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours and shook her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who already had his dick out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife’s ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the situation. Manya took his thrusts with gasps and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful woman who was the wet dream of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to bury their dicks into this lusty woman’s pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a vengeance. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten minute busrt of passion which made Manya’s head spin and cunt go wild with secretion. Her fleshy hips and full breasts got the ‘real man treatment’ from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly aroused wife’s lewdly presented pussy. “Bitch, take it, ” he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heated love nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lust. When their combined passions receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his trousers and went to pick up the snacks which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman’s father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly “Not now” “Maybe a blowjob if there’s time”… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said “We have fifteen more minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We’ll not be late.”

He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary style, forcing her legs up in the air. Manya was like a rag doll in this stud’s hands but she loved his fucking. It was heavenly and hard. “What were you telling your father”? asked Manya inbetween Salman’s humping motions.

“Nothing great. He asked whether there was time for him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can think of a blowjob can’t you? he replied rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and quickly bit her tongue.

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