My Hot Punjabi Mom-13

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Please read the previous part here ( My Hot Punjabi Mom – Part 12 ). Now let’s continue

Neetu said “Isn’t this robe enough? After all he is only coming to fuck me and this will be faster to remove and fuck”.

We sat in the hall talking about the day’s events. I made sure I sucked her boobs emptying her milk just in time. Ramesh promptly rang the doorbell at his usual time 9.30pm.

Mom answered the door while I went to organize drinks for them. I saw later from the recordings that when mom opened the door Ramesh was flabbergasted seeing her in the night robe fully naked inside.

He rushed to her dropping the bag in the entrance room and hugged her lifting her in the air. Mom said “please control darling, Sonu is also here”. He lowered her and kissed her lips before releasing her.

He said “Pooja you are looking super-hot and sexy today, I feel like fucking you right here right now”. Mom closed the door and took him to the sofa. He sat there holding her close to him.

After making sure they were settled I brought the drinks and served them. We exchanged greetings as usual, despite seeing me he did not remove his hand from around mom’s waist.

Then making my usual work excuse I left to my room. I saw from the video feeds Ramesh quickly gulped down four pegs back to back. Then he turned to mom and held her by her hair bringing her face close to his.

He kissed her rough on her lips followed by licking her face as if he was licking the icing off a cake. Then he pulled her robe open and pushed mom hard on the sofa.

Mom was perplexed trying to make sense of his animalistic behavior. He lowered his trousers and jumped on her. He pushed his legs between her separating them and pushed his cock in hard in one stroke.

Mom kept telling him to use a condom but he did not care. He rammed his cock in her pussy making mom scream loudly in pain. She said “stop Ramesh you are hurting me”.

She tried pushing him off but he had her pinned down. He left bite marks on her neck while continuing to fuck her full speed. Mom had a helpless look on her face clearly showing she was not enjoying it at all.

Luckily he came within a few minutes inside her and got off. He did not bother to correct his clothes and sat back again drinking. Mom got up and quietly went to her bathroom and cleaned.

She came back and put a condom on the table. She yelled at him saying “just because I let you between my legs it does not mean you get the right to make me pregnant”.

Ramesh shouted back “you are a fucking bitch Pooja, you don’t get to talk to me like this. You are my whore now so I am treating you like one, get used to it. Also I don’t fuckin care if you get pregnant”.

Mom pulled him by his collar, he was too drunk and swaying heavily. She pulled him to the door and pushed him outside. Ramesh landed on our car parked in the driveway but not hard enough to get seriously injured.

Mom shouted “you are a fucking bastard and will always remain one. Don’t ever come back here again”. She stepped out pushing him further out of the gate. Seeing the situation escalating, I rushed downstairs.

I pacified mom and held him correcting his clothes and helped him get into his car that was parked outside. Ramesh was quite drunk but managed to drive off. I locked the gate and came inside.

I hugged mom who was still fuming and took her inside locking the door. I saw the bag lying there, I said “mom this is uncle’s bag”. She said “take it inside and open it”.

It was full of cash, we counted 25lacs. Mom said “keep it inside with the rest”. I kept it inside and came to her in the hall, she had calmed down a little now. Pretending dumb I asked “mom what happened”?

She screamed “Ramesh raped me today and called me a whore. That is what happened”. I could sense she was mentally hurt too not just physically. I hugged her tightly without saying a word.

We remained like that for a while. When I felt her grip around me relax I looked at her face. Neetu looked at me and burst out crying. She buried her face in my chest saying “am I really a whore? Have I become one”?

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