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"Come on, madam! Don't make me remind you what's at stake here. Do you want your father to spend his remaining years in jail?"

He stared into my eyes. I stared back. He had a point. But I felt like I needed to draw a line somewhere.

"Listen, Goyal. The deal was, you get to have sex with me. And I am here. I am not obligated to pleasure you in every way you want."

"You are not in a position to dictate terms!"

"Do whatever you want. I am not putting THAT in my mouth."

Honestly, it was a bluff. If he had pressed the issue, I would have had no choice. He stared at me for a few seconds. Then he smiled.

"You are eager to get straight to the fucking."

"That's not true."

He unbuttoned my jeans. Then he dug his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and panties and pulled them off. Leaving me completely naked. I instinctively closed my legs. He put his hands on my knees and pried them apart.

"Oh wow! What a beautiful pussy!"

He put his right hand on my pussy mound and played with the hair. I had shaved down there a week ago so my pubic hair were short. He pinched my labia, poked around, and felt the opening.

"Dry!" he noted with disappointment.

I looked at at ugly sight of his balding face and his hairy paunch between my legs. And I looked away. Of course I was dry. I expected him to stick his dick inside me anyway. It was a lot smaller and thinner than my husband's so I did not anticipate too much discomfort. Instead he let go of my knees, put his elbows on the bed under my thighs and lowered his head.

"Nooo! No!" I tried to push his head away. But he grabbed my naked waist and ignored my flailing.

I shuddered as his tongue found my clit instantly.

A pulse of pleasure surged up my spine, making me convulse as Goyal's thick raspy tongue started flicking my clit around.

"Goyal!!" I said, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. "What the fuck are you doing?"

I tried to sit up and push him away. But his tongue play made me stretch backwards.

"FUCK!!" I closed my eyes and screamed. It had been over a year since my husband went down on me. And even when he did, he wasn't really great at it. He gave me cunnilingus almost as an obligation, not as something he enjoyed. He was a big handsome guy with a big thick dick. A stud in every way imaginable. And studs never really had to work extra hard at such things.

So the oral play I got from my husband usually consisted of him gently and lovingly running his tongue all around my labia without making any effort to stick to THE spot. He'd put in about five minutes of that and then I'd ask him to enter me. Of course, even that hadn't happened in a while.

Goyal on the other hand, seemed an expert at pleasing a woman with his tongue. And fingers too. A minute or so after he started playing with my clit, he slowly poked a finger at my cunt. He noticed, as did I, that it wasn't as dry anymore. I wasn't totally wet, but there certainly was some moistness. I winced as he inserted a centimeter of his finger inside my cunt.

"You have a tasty pussy, madam. I could go down on it all day."

By now I had given up trying to push him away. I put my hands in my hair, closed my eyes, and tried to imagine that it was my husband between my legs. But I couldn't shake the reality. The reality that here I was, naked with my legs spread on the bed of a trashy hotel. And between my legs was a fat slob who used to be an accountant in my father's company. A man who had seen me grow up. A man whose leery eyes always bothered me, but whose tongue I never in my wildest dreams imagine would feel so good on my clit.

Goyal was now working my clit with his tongue even faster. I could sense that he was tracing the alphabet. By the time he reached T, I was close to an orgasm. By now, his entire finger was able to penetrate my cunt. I was waiting for release when suddenly, he raised his head. I groaned in disappointment, opened my eyes and saw that he was back on his knees between my legs. He slid his knees forward and parted my thighs. Soon his dick was positioned against my cunt.

"Look at me!" Goyal commanded.

I looked into his eyes. There was an angry lust in them. I felt ashamed. I felt defeated. Here I was, fully nude and my legs parted as this disgusting git's dick head was brushing against my cunt. And my sex-starved body, despite my reluctance, seemed to be waiting for it.

"Say it!" he said.

"Huh?"

"Ask me to fuck you."

This random demand out of the blue made all the arousal flow out of me.

"Go fuck yourself, Goyal!" I said and spat at him.

The spit only landed on his belly and made a few of his torso hair wet. He looked at the spit and then looked at me. He pushed my thighs towards my stomach and thrust his hips forward. His dick started invading my pussy.

"AAAHHHHHHHRRRHHH!"

That was Goyal. He made an animalistic guttural sound as his modest dick slipped inside me. I didn't utter a sound, although I did reflexively inhale. His dick was completely inside me. His balls rested against my ass. His paunch rested on my stomach. And then he let go of my thighs and put his elbows next to my shoulders. His upper body descended until his face was right in front of mine. His man boobs rubbed against my big tits. With his right hand, he grabbed my hair. With his left hand, he grabbed my right wrist and pinned it against the bed.

And he started fucking me in rapid strokes.

Goyal's tobacco breath filled my senses again as his dick kept going in and out of my cunt. Our torsos rubbed against each other. I wasn't feeling pleasure... or indeed much of anything. I kept my eyes closed for a while. Then I started looking around the room letting my mind wander. Goyal slipped his hands under my shoulder blades and pulled me up slightly.

"Having fun, madam?"

I shook my head. He did not seem to like my response. He started fucking me even harder and the sound of our thighs slapping filled the room. At this tempo, my body finally started taking note of his assault. but only slightly. I looked at the TV. It was off. I wish he had kept it on so I had something to distract me. Then my eye fell on my handbag.

"Shit!!" I said. "Goyal, wait!"

"I'm... not... in... a... mood... to... " he said breathlessly as his dick kept hammering my cunt. The copious fat on his arms and shoulders and chest jiggled. From the position he was holding me in, I could look down and see his hairy ass also jiggling.

"Please Goyal... condom!! I forgot to... "

I started to fight him off. With my legs, I tried to push his hips away. But he was in the zone. He moved his hands to my waist and kept me attached to him. His hips bucked even faster. His ample belly pressed into mine. And then he bit my shoulder really hard.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH... " I screamed... from the pain of his bite.

"URRHHHHHHHH" he screamed from pleasure.

And I felt it. A warm sticky stream filling up my insides. His thighs kept slapping against mine as he pumped me full of his semen.

"You motherfucker!!" I tried to push him as he kept going.

"URXXXXGHH" he screamed out as he deposited the last few drops of his juice inside me.

And then he collapsed on top of me. My ribs creaked as his fat hulk landed on them.

"Get off me!" I said, my lungs under duress.

Goyal lazily rolled off my body. I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom. Goyal's disgusting cum was streaking down the inside of my thigh as I stood in front of the faucet. I scooped out as much of the sticky goo as I could from my cunt and threw it in the bathroom sink. I sprayed water down there using the hand-held shower head. Even as I was doing it, my brain kept telling me - this is pointless. whatever damage could be done has been done. Just get a test tomorrow. The point was medically and scientifically correct. But still I kept cleaning myself. I think it was more psychological than medical.

Before I walked out the bathroom, I picked up a robe hanging there and tied it around me. When I stepped out, Goyal was sitting on the bed with a bottle of scotch in his hand.

"You son of a bitch!"

 

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"Hey, it's not entirely my fault! You forgot about the condom too." he said, pouring the drink in two glasses.

"But I told you to stop."

"Your timing could not have been worse." he smiled and took a sip from a glass. He offered me the other one. I shook my head.

"You're just an asshole. A total and complete asshole." I started gathering my clothes from the bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Goyal asked me.

"Getting dressed."

"Why? That robe highlights your ass nicely. And does a good job of your cleavage too."

"I'm leaving."

"No you're not!" he said in a stern voice.

My shoulders slumped and I turned around to face him.

"Please, just let me go. You wanted to fuck me. You fucked me."

Goyal got up and came close to me. He slipped a hand inside my robe and grabbed my left breast.

"For someone with a perfect memory, you aren't remembering things right. I said I wanted you to spend a night with me. And the night has just begun."

I stood there, using all my willpower to make sure tears didn't spring to my eyes. I always considered tears a sign of weakness. And I did NOT want to cry in front of this gargoyle.

"Remember... I still have the video... and your dad will... "

"Yeah yeah, fine." I sat on the bed, defeated. "How long are you going to hold this over my head? Am I supposed to be your mistress from now on?"

"Ahhh... if only! That would be a dream come true. You warming my bed every night." he came over and opened my robe.

"Fucking you morning, noon, and night." he started running his hands up and down my thighs. "Looking into those pretty gray eyes... biting those full luscious lips... all along knowing that I am fucking a woman who also has the biggest brains of anyone I know... but alas, that cannot happen."

I looked at him pointedly.

"I want to live. Live long enough to enjoy all the money you have generously given me. I don't want to constantly look over my shoulders. If I stay here, even if I am able to keep fucking you every night, you or your dad will have me killed. Don't give me that look. You know I'm right."

"I should've killed you the moment you came to me last week." I muttered.

"Hahaha, you do take after your dad." Goyal patted my pussy. "Well, you didn't. And here you are. But I don't want to push my luck. So... I have a flight late in the morning. I will be on that flight. And you will never hear from me ever again."

"Where are you going?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Nice try. I don't want your hitmen following me around the globe. And don't try to bribe your customs stooges. I have a new passport, a new identity."

"I don't give a shit."

"Maybe not. But anyway, I expect you to be my plaything until I leave. That's just one night. And then you're free to go your way."

Goyal made me turn on my side so my ass was visible to him. He lay down behind me, one hand holding the scotch, the other hand fondling my ass. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was somewhere else.

"I really am sorry about the condom." Goyal said as he lightly spanked my naked ass. "I got caught up in the moment."

"Whatever."

"Also I just assumed you're on the pill. Aren't you?"

"No."

"Your handsome husband wears a condom every time you fuck?"

"I am not discussing my husband with you."

"You're worried that I might have made you pregnant?" Goyal pulled me to face him. There was an almost gleeful look in his eyes.

"I am not." I honestly answered.

"So what's with the condom obsession?"

"Diseases... "

He looked offended. Took his hands off my ass and stood up to get a refill of scotch.

"Diseases? What kind of a man do you think I am, madam? You think I go to brothels? Or does your elitist mind assume that just because I look the way I do, I am by default dirty, carrying germs?"

"I don't care."

A look of anger flashed through his eyes. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the floor between his legs.

"You think my dick is so dirty, you snooty bitch? Now you get to clean it. Open your mouth!"

I shook my head and tried to pry his grip from my hair.

"I am serious, madam. I gave you a reprieve earlier because we were just getting started. But you are going to suck my dick!"

"NO!"

My struggle knocked the glass of scotch from his other hand and the drink spilled all over the floor. I got up from the floor, closed my robe, and took a step back, expecting him to lunge at me again. Instead he just sat back and wiped the drops of scotch from his body.

"I was hoping not to keep reminding you of this. It gets tedious."

He reached for his phone.

"I have a message composed and ready. All I have to do is hit send and the video goes to SEBI, Economic Times, CNBC, NDTV Profit... and pretty much every business media outlet in the country."

A few seconds later, I was on the floor between his legs. He offered me scotch again. This time I took it. I chugged down about two pegs to steel myself for the ignominy that lay ahead.

He leaned back with his hands on the bed. I sat on the floor on folded knees, my robe soaking up some of the scotch I had spilled earlier. His dick was semi-erect just at the sight of having me between his legs. I just sat there motionless for a few seconds. So Goyal leaned forward, grabbed my head and pulled it forward.

"Open." he commanded.

I opened my mouth but closed my eyes. And fought back the urge to heave as his smelly dick hit my lips, then my teeth, and then rested on my tongue inside my mouth.

Goyal's dick sat lazily inside my mouth. I kept my mouth partially open, doing my best to not start crying or to start puking. The dick tasted bitter and musky. A mix of his leftover urine, his ejaculate, and I suppose my own juices. Plus my mouth also had the aftertaste of the scotch I had chugged down. For a couple of seconds, I opened my eyes. His hairy paunch loomed above me, There was a lot of lint in his belly button. His pubic hair was brushing against my cheeks. I closed my eyes again. Kept my hands on my lap.

Then I felt his hands increase the pressure on my head. He started moving my head back and forth. I did nothing with my tongue or lips, but the warmth of my mouth started coaxing his dick towards an erection. Saliva streamed down the side of my mouth as his dick got almost fully hard and started scraping against my teeth. I opened my mouth wider. He didn't like that. With one hand he forced my jaw closed.

"Press your lips around my dick!"

I did as I was told. My lips were wrapped around his dick. And my tongue started moving around. I wasn't consciously deciding to do it. But once his dick had spent some time in my mouth, my natural blowjob technique started kicking in. His hands were still moving my head back and forth. A teardrop finally slipped out of my right eye and streamed down my cheek, making me feel enraged. My frustration expressed itself my my mouth closing harder around his dick.

"MMMMMMMM!"

He liked it. His dick throbbed, down fully erect, as it was snugly ensconced in my mouth, and my head was being moved back and forth. Soon, Goyal started reducing the pressure on my head. But the inertia kept my head moving back and forth. And soon I realized that I was the one moving my head. Voluntarily. His hands were just playing with my hair. Oh my god! I was voluntarily giving this man a blowjob!

Goyal slipped his right hand down and parted the front of my robe. He grabbed my left breast and started massaging it. Then his other hand moved to my other breast. And his hands started mauling my tits. To readjust my balance, I moved my hands to his thighs. From there, I had no idea when my right hand moved to his hairy balls. He moaned in delight as I massaged his balls even as my mouth kept pleasuring his dick.

My mind, which had gone completely blank, suddenly embarked on a journey of introspection. I was a rich, smart, educated, well-regarded business woman from a well known family. My net worth was more than I could spend in a thousand years. A week ago, I was flying high, having personally brokered a deal that would take our company to heights never seen before. I had the world ahead of me.

And instead, here I was, getting my boobs felt up as I gave a blowjob to a disgusting old man who was my dad's lowly underling. How could this be happening?

Maybe because you have been craving something like this, another part of me answered.

"Okay okay... OKAY!" Goyal said in a high pitched voice.

He pushed my head away and his dick popped out of my mouth. I spat away a couple of his pubic hair and looked at him. In my mouth, I had felt his dick start that final journey. When I start giving a blowjob in the earnest, few men can last too long. Goyal was no exception. In fact, parallel to my introspection, I had been hoping that my sucking his dick would make him cum. So I would be spared another actual fucking. At least for a while. But no such luck.

Goyal pushed the robe off my shoulders and it fell to the floor around my butt. He then put his feet on the bed and slid back. As he did so, I got a most disgusting view of his balls dangling over his flabby, hairy, dimpled inner thighs. He put his head on a pillow, and then straightened his legs in a V formation. He was lying absolutely flat, with only his hard 5 incher pointing upwards and the mountain of his enormous belly jiggling ever so gradually.

He gestured with his fingers for me to join him on the bed. I threw my robe aside and got on the bed on my knees, again fully naked. It struck me how normal that seemed now. Being completely naked in front of this dirty old man. A week ago, he only fantasize about how I looked. Now he was getting to see my tits jiggle, my ass convulse, and my neck sweat from close quarters.

"What?" I asked him.

"On top!"

"Excuse me?"

"Get on top and put my dick inside your cunt, madam."

"You expect me to ride you?" I snorted derisively despite the situation. "I think you might be watching too much porn."

"Are you telling me you never ride your husband?"

"I do... but he's my husband. You're a sleazy blackmailer. You want to fuck me? Do the work yourself!" I said and plonked myself on my ass on the bed.

Goyal got up. He put his hands under my shoulder and entered me easily. I was somehow still wet down there. He fucked me like before for a few seconds. Then he moved his hands lower until they were wrapped around my lower back. And then he rolled over.

The sneaky motherfucker! He got me on top anyway! He held my body pinned to his, my boobs feeling every single one of his raspy chest hair, as he continued fucking me by thrusting his hips upwards. In line with my policy of non-cooperation, I just lay on top of him, letting him do all the work. But a couple of minutes later, my body started responding. Maybe it was the angle. But I was actually liking how his dick was feeling inside me.

 

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Goyal moved his hands to my ass, grabbed it, and started thrusting his dick upwards into my cunt. My hips, as if on autopilot, started moving back and forth as they usually did when I rode a man. My head was resting on his shoulder, my boobs pressed against his chest, as our fucking continued at gentle pace for a couple of minutes. His vertical motion combined with the horizontal motion of my hips was producing a trajectory for his dick that felt really nice inside my cunt. It had been a while since I had been fucked. And my body started relishing the experience.

A few minutes later, I realized that Goyal had stopped his upward thrusts completely. In fact he was completely motionless except for his hands which kept massaging my ass and his lips that kept planting gentle kisses on my cheeks and my head. I realized that I was the one doing all the work. It was my hips that were now moving horizontally as well as vertically. And I was the one controlling the tempo of the fucking. It was my vaginal muscles that were contracted in longing, enveloping his dick.

"Wow madam, this is amazing. You are very talented."

"Shut up!" I angrily said. I was not entirely happy that this cretin was the source of the pleasure my body was feeling.

Goyal obediently stayed silent, letting out occasional groans as I continued fucking him on top. He moved his hands to my shoulders and pushed me upwards so my tits were only partially resting on his hairy chest. His hands then moved to my boobs and his fingers started playing with my sensitive nipples. That only added to the pleasure. I put my hands under his armpits and stepped up the pace of the fucking. I looked into his eyes and at his ugly face as I realized that an orgasm was within my reach. Whenever I was on top, I knew exactly how to reach it. I had not even thought about doing it with this disgusting old fart. But by now, my body was too committed to the notion to not go through with it.

I closed my eyes to get his sick face out of my sight and increased the tempo a bit more. My crotch was grinding into his and my thighs were feeling warm from the friction as I went through the necessary motions. Usually, with my husband or my ex-boyfriends, I would have cu a lot sooner. But Goyal's dick was comparatively smaller, so I had to adjust my technique accordingly.

Whatever I was doing was also making him very happy. I could feel that his dick inside me was rock hard, harder than it had been all night. It felt like a small but sturdy piece of wood inside me as the motion of my hips made it touch all the right spots inside me at all the correct angles. I was thinking of only one thing. The orgasm which should be here in a minute or two.

"Madam!" Goyal throatily said.

"I told you to shut up!" I hoarsely said as I moved my hands to his shoulders and thrust my hips even harder against his crotch.

"But madam... "

"SHUT UP!!"

"... the condom... "

SHIT! I instantly stopped moving.

I opened my eyes and looked into his. His face wore a sincere look even as his hands grabbed on to my tits.

"The condom you... "

"FUCK!"

I jumped off his body, making his dick slide out. I walked to the edge of the bed on my knees, got off it, and sprinted to my purse. I bent down hunt for the condoms in there and took one out, partly mindful of the fact that I must have given Goyal quite a view at my ass and pussy in that posture. I scurried back to the bed with the plastic square in my hand. As I put one knee on the bed, I ripped the packet open with my teeth. Goyal was smiling, presumably amused at the purposeful urgency with which I had been moving.

As I slipped the condom on his dick, my eyes fell on his huge hairy belly and once again, a part of me chastised itself for being in this situation. But that was a very small part of me. Most of me wanted to get back to the fucking which had been strangely enjoyable. Within seconds, I was on top of him and his dick was inside me, this time a condom separating us. I noted how weird it felt. It had literally been years since I had used a condom during sex.

Starting to ride him again, I recognized that the orgasm wasn't as near as it was a few moments ago. I would have to build up to that place again. And maybe change my technique slightly. I pressed my thighs against his sides and my vaginal muscles gripped his dick even harder. I sat up absolutely straight and started playing with my boobs and nipples myself. If I wanted to get to the promised land, I couldn't afford to let his amateurish fat fingers muddle their way around them. His hands, having nothing to do, found their way to my waist which they gripped as it rose and fell rapidly.

The next day, I wondered about this portion of the night. I wondered what had suddenly turned me from a reluctant blackmailed woman doing the bare minimum for the sake of her family to an earnest enthusiastic participant. Part of the reason was of course that I hadn't had sex in a while because of the problems my husband and I were having. So when my body got a taste of what it had been missing, my primal instincts took over.

But I decided that there was more to it. It was just part of my mental make-up which made up my overall personality. Once I decide to do something, once I commit to it, I give it my all. It's not really a matter of choice. Call it being ultra competitive or goal oriented or a type A personality. And be it a tennis match or a poker game or a college degree or a business project or a marriage or even this sleazy deal. So it was inevitable that sooner rather than later, I would be an equal partner in this. It was almost as if I felt I owed it to sex.

But back to the moment. Once the condom was on and I was set on my goal, I threw caution to the winds. I had not made a peep that night until then by the way of moans or sighs because I didn't want to give my blackmailer the satisfaction. But now, all bets were off. I made my usual noises. The moans, the groans, the curse words, the sighs, the throwing back of the neck, the motions with the hands... the whole nine yards.

"YES!! FUCK YEAH!! DRILL ME HARD LIKE THAT!!"

I heard myself screaming as Goyal, clearly turned on by my transformation, started thrusting his dick upwards into my cunt. Combined with my motions, it created a delightful effect.

Just how much I had committed myself to this act of depravity showed itself next in two ways. One, I would occasionally bend down, rub his chest hair, lick his chest hair and (ugh... in hindsight) kiss his passionately on the lips like with my husband. Two, I said nothing when he moved one hand from my waist to my ass and then to my ass crack and then to my asshole and pressed it tentatively. Or rather, I just made a grunting sound of pleasure. And I grunted some more when he inserted his index finger into my ass half an inch just as the finish line of my orgasm was in sight.

The next minute or so was packed with activity and different sounds. Me grinding my hips into the final sequence of motions with his finger still in my ass. My mouth screaming obscenities and uttering sounds that can't be spelled. Me biting his shoulder hard as my orgasm hit. Him inserting another inch of his finger in my ass as his left hand grabbed my right ass cheek and he started cumming. His own awkward throaty grunts as he had, what I can only presume, the best orgasm of his life. The 8-9 seconds when we were both cumming together, our limbs and torsos thrashing against each other. And then the final sighs from both of us when it was all over.

I rolled off Goyal's flabby body, breathless and naked, the dying embers of a fire in my loins. As my breath and my endorphin levels returned to normal, there was a surge of guilt and shame. I fought it off. Goyal was still wheezing loudly. I couldn't bear to look at him. I slid off the bed, picked up the robe, and went to the bathroom. I didn't need to pee or anything. I just needed some time alone.

Once I was done cleaning up the sweat and the residual body fluids, I walked out. Fortunately, Goyal was not naked anymore. He was dressed in his robe again and was holding two glasses of scotch in his hand as he leaned against some pillows on the headboard. I took one glass and sat on the edge of the bed, a couple of feet away from him.

"Madam, that was... "

"Please don't!" I looked in his eyes and begged.

He smiled and nodded. We sipped the scotch in silence for a couple of minutes.

"There's some trouble between you and your husband isn't there?"

"Goyal, I told you I don't want to talk to you about my husband."

"Madam, please! I am just asking out of concern and curiosity."

"Shove it up your ass."

He just smiled sadly and took a couple more sips.

"Madam, I am serious. I am just talking. There have been enough signs."

"Signs?" I asked.

"He hasn't been around as much. Even at parties and press conferences. And when he is around... it's clear that you two are not the lovey dovey couple you used to be."

I chugged the remaining drink and poured myself a new one.

"Why do you care, Goyal?"

"Because you two... you two are so perfect. If you can't work it out... "

"Who said we can't work it out?"

"So there is some trouble."

He'd got me.

"It's... it's complicated. I really REALLY don't want to talk about it. Especially since... " and I poured extra scorn into the next part "you might just blackmail me over it."

Goyal's face went dark. And sad.

"Madam, I know you think I am a monster. And maybe I am. But given the opportunity I got... can you really blame me?"

"You really want to know my opinion?"

"Yes."

"I don't blame you for extorting cash out of me. My dad has done some stupid and downright wrong things in the past and it was only a matter of time before we had to pay more people off for this."

"So then?"

"Well, this... my being here... this is a really sleazy crappy shit move on your part. Preying on a daughter's love for her father to... "

I couldn't say anything else. Goyal looked genuinely conflicted too. He sipped on his drink for a while before speaking again.

"You don't get it madam. You just don't."

"What don't I get?"

"That tonight was about more than just me getting my rocks off. I mean of course, I am having the best fucking night of my life. But it is so much more. The sort of woman you are. The sort of man I am. What I did... even if no one finds out about it... and no one will I promise... it was about more than just me."

"I don't get it." I really didn't.

"You won't."

We sat and finished a couple more drinks in silence. I was expecting Goyal to leap at me any minute for another round. But he didn't. After the bottle of scotch was emptied, he got up and went to the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later.

"Please stand up and take your robe off." he said.

I did and stood naked in front of him.

"Please turn around... now please walk to the table and put your hands on it and bend over."

I did as I was told, expecting that he'd come and take me from behind right away. When he didn't approach me, I looked back to make sure he wasn't taking a picture or something. He was just standing there, a tent in his bathrobe.

"Now if you don't mind, stay bent over, and with your hands, please part your ass cheeks."

I blushed as I gave him the most intimate look a woman can give anyone. He walked until he was a couple of feet away from me and stared for a minute or so.

"Now please get down on the floor on all fours... yes... like that... umm... "

I stayed on all four for a couple of minutes until I finally felt him move behind me. He took off his robe and got on his knees. He put one thumb each on my ass cheeks, grabbed my buttons with the remaining fingers and pulled me back. He then let go of my left ass cheek and with his left hand grabbed his dick.

And positioned it against my asshole. I shuddered.

"Madam... this is the last thing, I promise. After this, we are done."

And I felt the head of his modest dick thrust into my asshole.

THE END

 

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# Nayanthara's Mansion Part -- 3

"I'm thinking of going to the library this weekend to see what else we can learn about this new house of ours." Ganesh looked around the table with a twinkle in his eye. He still had some dust in his messy blond hair even though they were sitting down to dinner. "Who's with me?"

"Sounds interesting, Dad." Shriya chewed her chicken takeout thoughtfully. "What do you want to find?"

Both Anushka and Krishan kept their eyes on their respective plates of food. They'd been uncharacteristically quiet that evening.

Ganesh frowned at them. "Everything alright with you, Anu? Krish?"

They both looked up at him and quickly nodded.

"Yeah, I think the move --" Anushka stopped talking when Krishan accidently cut her off.

"... lots of tests at school, so ..." Krishan looked over at his mother, his cheeks flushed, and he looked back down at his plate. He pushed a cashew around with his fork.

"Well, you two sure are acting strange." Ganesh shook his head and looked at his daughter. "To answer your question, I'd like to know what happened to Vijay Varma and Nayanthara in 1896. And maybe we could get a plan for the house, see what that locked room is all about. I haven't found any keys that might fit that lock. Has anybody else?"

Anushka and Krishan shook their heads and looked off in different directions.

"No, Dad." Shriya chipped in.

"Okay, then." Ganesh scratched at his graying beard and thought about what mysteries lay in the Mansion's past. "Well, I'm going to the library on Saturday. Who else wants to do some digging with me?"

"I will." Shriya raised her hand.

"Maybe I'll use that time for a nap," Anushka said. "I haven't been sleeping well."

"Homework." Krishan glanced at his father quickly.

"Well, it's just you and me then, Shriya." Ganesh sighed.

Shriya happily nodded.

~~

"You inspire me, Anushka" Nayanthara looked up from a felt-upholstered wingback chair near the hearth in the main living room. Somewhere in the house a clock chimed two o'clock in the morning. The pale woman read by firelight, placing her finger in the leather-bound book to mark her place as she greeted her visitor. "I hadn't read First Love in a long time. Very inspirational." The pretty woman had her hair up in a bun, and wore a white, frilly nightgown that went all the way to her ankles. The loose fabric. "And you brought the book back into my house. Well done."

"How?" Anushka looked around the room. She knew that the chimney needed a major cleaning before it would work again, but there was a roaring fire in the fireplace. On the walls, the glassy-eyed heads of a boar, a deer, and a moose stared blankly. The furniture was all wrong, too. The room was filled with ornate and shiny pieces with delicately turned edges. "How did I get here?" Anushka suddenly perceived her nakedness. She found herself dressed only in a pair of white panties. She covered her breasts with both hands.

"You must have walked downstairs, silly." Nayanthara scrunched up her nose in light-hearted mockery. "Please don't cover yourself on my account, darling. I think your ruby-tipped globes are quite divine and I could alight my gaze upon them all night." Nayanthara waited for Anushka to drop her hands. When Anushka persisted in her modesty, Nayanthara smiled, shrugged, and opened the book again. "Suit yourself." She flipped a few pages and stopped. "You really are perfect for this house, sweet Anushka. You brought me back to this book. I wouldn't say First Love started it all, but it did give me ideas about men."

"What are you talking about?" Anushka shivered and walked past Nayanthara to stand by the fire. She felt no added warmth.

"Let me read you a passage." Nayanthara's eyes fell to the pages in her lap. "Ah, here we are. This is from the teenage boy's perspective. Remember, darling, he's in love with an older lady." Nayanthara read:

One day, I was sitting thus on the wall, gazing off into the distance and listening to the chiming of the bells ... when suddenly something ran over me—not a breeze exactly, not a shiver, but something resembling a breath, the consciousness of some one's proximity... I dropped my eyes. Below me, in a light grey gown, with a pink parasol on her shoulder, Zinaída was walking hastily along the road. She saw me, halted, and, pushing up the brim of her straw hat, raised her velvety eyes to mine.

"What are you doing there, on such a height?"—she asked me, with a strange sort of smile.—"There now,"—she went on,—"you are always declaring that you love me—jump down to me here on the road if you really do love me."

Before the words were well out of Zinaída's mouth I had flown down, exactly as though some one had given me a push from behind. The wall was about two fathoms high. I landed on the ground with my feet, but the shock was so violent that I could not retain my balance; I fell, and lost consciousness for a moment. When I came to myself I felt, without opening my eyes, that Zinaída was by my side.—"My dear boy,"—she was saying, as she bent over me—and tender anxiety was audible in her voice—"how couldst thou do that, how couldst thou obey?... I love thee ... rise."

Her breast was heaving beside me, her hands were touching my head, and suddenly—what were my sensations then!—her soft, fresh lips began to cover my whole face with kisses ... they touched my lips... But at this point Zinaída probably divined from the expression of my face that I had already recovered consciousness, although I still did not open my eyes—and swiftly rising to her feet, she said:—"Come, get up, you rogue, you foolish fellow! Why do you lie there in the dust?"—I got up."

Nayanthara stopped reading and looked up. "There now, do you see?"

"No." Anushka shook her head and took a step closer to the seated woman. It seemed the chill in the room emanated off Nayanthara's pale, freckled skin.

"We ask them to jump, darling, and they do it without a second thought." Nayanthara looked up at Anushka with the most comforting crescent of a smile. "They melt under our kisses and long for nothing more than a woman's touch. A real woman, mind you. Not the girls seeking to entrap them in their skirts. I could give you and Krishan such pleasure. Everything you ever wanted and more."

"I'd never ..." Anushka took a step back.

"But you've already launched yourself, darling. You need only to take hold of God's breath like one of those wonderous new dirigibles." Nayanthara stood and gracefully walked over to Anushka. She reached up and moved Anushka's arms down by her sides and regarded the woman's exposed breasts. "Like two teardrops. Your feminine form takes my breath away. Imagine what it will do to young Krish."

"He's only eighteen." Anushka felt her nipples harden as Nayanthara reached up and rolled them between icy fingertips. "He's my son," Anushka squeaked. The whole room swam. It seemed different furnishings occupied the same space and pushed up against each other, time rubbing on time.

"Details." Nayanthara bent at her waist and gave Anushka's right nipple a lick with her frigid tongue. She thrilled as the housewife shuddered at her touch. She straightened and looked into Anushka's eyes. "We **censored** and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, sweet Anushka."

Anushka swatted away Nayanthara's cold hands, covered up her boobs again, and ran from the living room. Less than a minute later, she fell into bed next to her beloved, snoring Ganesh. Her chest heaved and she pulled the covers over her head, calming herself some. She had simply gone too far with Krishan while helping him with his thing. Her conscience, using nightmares now, exerted its price. She wouldn't do anything inappropriate with Krishan again and all should return to normal. Her breathing slowed. And when things did return to normal, the nightmares would surely fade away.

On Wednesday, Shriya brought her new boyfriend home after school. Tharun was an affable boy. He was also a senior at the twin's high school. Shriya wanted him to see the wonderous expanse of the house she now occupied.

She brought him up to her tower room and he was indeed dazzled. Especially by the view.

"You can see for miles. Do you have neighbors?" Tharun held his hand over his eyes and looked through one of the north windows.

"Behind the trees to the south. They're pretty close actually, but we haven't met them yet." Shriya sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her. "Come here, Tharun."

Tharun turned and looked south. The trees weren't that far away, but he couldn't see the house hiding behind them. "What'd you have in mind?" He walked over and flopped on the bed.

The teenagers made out for a while.

Right in the middle of a rapturous moment as he wiggled his hand under Shriya's shirt, something tickled Tharun's foot. Tharun broke their kiss and looked down. He gave a started grunt and backed up against the headboard. A young man with freckles smiled down at him from the foot of the bed. Tharun's tormentor wore baggy clothes with suspenders.

"What is it?" Shriya watched the color drain from her boyfriend's face.

"Who ..." Tharun pointed to the foot of the bed, looked at Shriya, and then back. The intruder was gone.

"What is it, Tharun?" Shriya looked down at the foot of the bed but could see nothing amiss.

"There was a boy here a second ago." Tharun stood and straightened his shirt. "He messed with my foot."

"Krishan's helping my parents in the basement, I think." Shriya frowned up at him.

"Not your brother." Tharun looked around the room but couldn't see anything but teenage clutter. "Look, I should probably get going. Can you walk me out? This house is ... really convoluted." He hugged his broad chest with his arms.

"Sure." Shriya got up, adjusted her bra, and led him downstairs. Once at the front door, she kissed him on the cheek. "Look, I'm sorry about whatever that was. We still on for Friday?"

"Sure." Tharun looked past her into the shadowy house. "Bye." He turned and jogged down the footpath, got into his car, and sped away.

Shriya closed the massive oak door with loud thud. That wasn't how she'd wanted her afternoon to go. She walked back upstairs to maybe listen to some music.

~~

In the middle of the night, Krishan woke with a start. Starlight filtered in through his open window from the moonless sky outside. What the heck, the window stood open again, letting in the cold night air. Why did it keep doing that? He knew he'd closed it this time. Krishan looked to see if his bedroom door was open too. It looked closed. Krishan didn't think Nayanthara would be responsible for something so petty. Or mean. She was so sweet to Krishan.

The sound of a muffled smash carried into his room through his closed door. It was a noise like someone dropping china on the floor. And then he heard a man's voice, also muffled by the door, but nearby.

"Who's the father, Nayan?" The man said. He had a quiver in his voice. The sound of someone on the edge. "Your little friend sung to me. Sung like a pretty bird. I know that is not my child you carry."

A pop sounded, like a firecracker, and Krishan's body jerked at the noise. He pulled his covers up around his chin and lay perfectly still.

"I will not countenance the buck's face, Nayan," the man said.

Krishan had read enough to know the man was saying he wouldn't allow his wife to cheat on him. To make him a cuckold.

"Come on out, Tommy." The man's voice dripped menace. "Tell me where your mother hides." The voice was closer to Krishan's door now. Five more pops went off, accompanied by the sound of splintering wood.

Krishan held his breath. Was his door locked? He heard the tinkling of metal. He guessed that the man carried a revolver and he'd dropped the spent bullet casings on the floor to reload.

A sudden awareness spread through Krishan's nerves. There was someone else in the bedroom with him. All his muscles contracted when a white shape sped toward him out of the shadows by the dead fireplace. He gave a long sigh when he saw Nayanthara's kind face. Her presence was somewhat less comforting when he saw her eyes were wide with fright. She wore a long white nightgown that covered her ankles.

"Come now, young one," Nayanthara whispered. She offered her left hand to Krishan and the binary diamonds on her ring shimmered in the starlight. She looked over her shoulder at the door and then back to Krishan. "We mustn't let him find us here. He suspects our congress."

Wordless, Krishan took her hand. He'd forgotten how cold she was, her icy grip firm. He allowed her to pull him out of bed. The smooth floorboards beneath his bare feet were almost as cool as the woman's hand. Thank goodness for the warmth of his flannel pajamas.

"Storm's coming, Nayan," the man said. He might have been right outside the bedroom door. There was another clattering crash and two more pops. "When it arrives, even the Devil won't save you."

"Hurry." Nayanthara pulled Krishan directly toward the fireplace with some urgency.

As they approached, Krishan realized that the hearth was somehow sideways and a yawning black gap looked out at him from either side. "What?" He let her lead him into the darkness. They paused on the other side of the fireplace, Nayanthara moved her free hand against the wall, and with a quiet grinding the hearth swung back and closed them off from the bedroom.

"I had the builders install this hidden stairway without Vijay's knowledge." Nayanthara's voice held a muted tone in the enclosed space. "Even early in our marriage, he was a man of moods ofttimes deplorable. And, of course, the workmen were eager to please the lady of the house." Her frozen hand held firmly to Krishan's warm one. "Careful now, there's a step here. Good. And now here." She reached up and gripped his elbow with her free hand as she guided him down the winding stairs in the black. "Vijay still knows nothing of this passage."

"Thank God for that." Krishan took step after cautious step down and down.

"Yes." There was a smile in Nayanthara's voice. "Or someone."

"Where are we going?" Krishan opened his eyes as wide as he could but could see only blackness.

"The basement, dearie." Nayanthara steadied Krishan as he almost lost his balance. "And here we are, no more of those dreadful stairs, you brave boy." There was the sound of a flipped switch and then slow grinding. The basement hearth turned sideways and Nayanthara pulled Krishan through.

The living room down in the basement was the largest room in the house. There was a treadmill left by the previous owners in one corner and a billiard table that also came with the house nearby. They had put a couch down here and had perched their television on a carboard box near the fireplace. The only light in the room came from a nightlight Ganesh had plugged in near the stairs.

"I can't believe it." Krishan looked around as the fireplace swiveled closed behind them. "A secret staircase." He let the woman pull him over to the couch. She sat down and had him lie next to her, his head in her lap. The chill seeped out of her as she played with Krishan's hair, but he didn't mind.

"We'll be safe down here, darling. He never looks for us down here." Nayanthara paused and let the quiet around them bolster her words. "You must have had such a fright. I know just the thing to sooth you." She shrugged her arms out of her nightgown and lowered the garment past her breasts. Her nipples stood out prominent and dark on her alabaster breasts. She slid her hips down to the edge of the couch and propped Krishan's head on her bulging belly. "There now, drink and calm yourself."

"I don't understand." The icy tips of her fingers pressed against his cheek and turned his mouth toward her breast. With her other hand, she squeezed her right tit and plopped the nipple between his lips. Then Krishan understood. The sweetest, most delicious tangy flavor filled his mouth and he gulped it down. The temperature was the same as milk taken straight from the fridge. All his muscles relaxed and Krishan gave into the most wonderful drink he'd ever tasted.

"There now. That's a good boy." Nayanthara looked down at him with a soft smile. "Everything's better now. I'll take care of you."

"Mmmmmmmm," Krishan said.

"I just have a favor to ask, Krish." She stroked his cheek softly as he drank. "If I am to maintain my visits, you'll need to have your mother take another step. She is most resistant to me, you see."

"Mmmmmmm?" Krishan continued gulping that sweet, cold milk.

"Have her take care of you again. But this time, darling, I'd like her to use her breasts to satisfy your cravings." Nayanthara purred the words. "Understand? Those ruby-tipped globes are wasted on that father of yours. Clear enough?"

Krishan nodded and sucked. Nayanthara wanted him to coax a titjob out of his mom. There was some aversion on Krishan's part to the idea, but he would do anything to keep Nayanthara around. And one little titjob wouldn't hurt anyone. He'd just have to find a way to convince his sweet mother. Krishan drifted off to sleep at Nayanthara's breast.

Birds sung and cool morning light fell over Krishan's bed. He woke with a start and sat up in bed. He knew the night's events had been no dream. He needed to find the courage to do as Nayanthara asked. Even if it took some time, he'd find a way.

~~

Anushka made breakfast Saturday morning. The kitchen was finally coming together. Ganesh and Anushka had installed the new stove the day before and it worked perfectly. Also, they now had a dishwasher, thank God. The sink worked as it should. They'd even done half the countertops. Of course, this was only part of one small room and they had a whole mansion to update. But slow and steady wins the race.

"Where's Krish?" Anushka called over her shoulder from the stove.

"In the shower, I think." Shriya called back from the dining room table where she read a book. She knew what her brother did in the shower, which is why she had taken the unoccupied bathroom on the other side of the second floor as her own. Boys were so gross.

Ganesh stepped up next to his wife and gave Anushka's round bottom a good smack. "Sure you don't want to come with us? Who knows what secrets we'll unearth at the library?"

"I'm sure, Ganesh." Anushka smiled at him and flipped the bacon in the pan. "I could use my beauty rest."

"If you get any more beautiful, Anu, you'll burn a hole in my heart." Ganesh kissed her rosy cheek and looked down at the frying pan. "Speaking of which, we better get that exhaust fan working. This smells great, but we don't want grease all over our new kitchen."

"Our partially new kitchen, you mean."

"Our soon to be completely new kitchen, I mean." Ganesh gave her butt another satisfying smack and went to pour himself some coffee. "Don't miss me too much today, Anu."

"Don't worry, honey," Anushka said. "I'll have Krish to keep me company while you two are gone." The sudden unbidden image of Krishan's enormous penis flashed in Anushka's mind. She blinked and willed the thought away. "Back to normal, back to normal," she muttered.

"What was that, dear?" Ganesh took a long sip of hot coffee.

"Nothing, Ganesh. I hope you and Shriya have fun today." Anushka couldn't quite seem to get the image of her son's throbbing penis out of her mind. Maybe a good nap would really do her some good.

 

[hotaks]

~~

Krishan tried to get up the courage to ask his mother for more help with his dick, just as Nayanthara wanted. But he put it off and put it off. Instead, when she went down for a nap, he took the opportunity to fap. Maybe once he came, he'd have the courage to ask her for a titjob. But honestly, he didn't know how she'd ever say yes.

Naked, sitting in his desk chair, he opened up the computer folder with pictures of women. He hadn't found a model yet that really looked like Nayanthara, but these women helped him fantasize. Pretty soon he was really going at it, both hands on his dick and looking at a particularly busty, freckled woman. Maybe after his mom's nap he'd ask her for what Nayanthara wanted. Hopefully they'd still have enough time before the other half of the family arrived home.

~~

In her dream, Anushka walked out of the Mansion on a beautiful morning, the sun streaming down. There were trees around the house she did not recognize. She twirled in her dress, so happy for modern fashion with the abandonment of the bustle. These new dresses beautifully flared from her waist all the way to the ground. A carriage waited for her, the horses eager and whinnying. She took her husband's right hand in her left and walked down the merry front path. The scent of spring blossoms hung in the air. Her husband was a tall man she recognized from somewhere, but couldn't quite place him. It seemed she should know her husband, she thought. He was handsome and barrel chested, with a mustache, top hat, and long jacket.

"Who's the father, Anu." Her husband's grip became a vice on her hand and Anushka shrieked in pain.

"I don't know what you mean, Vijay." Anushka hollered as the bones in her hand popped. As things do in dreams, it became clear his name was Vijay. This was Vijay Varma. The thought seared into Anushka's brain. The delicate bones in her left hand broke one by one as Vijay squeezed harder and harder. Anushka screamed. "Please ..."

"Is it the boy?" Vijay turned his dark eyes on her and there was nothing behind them. Only a deep, unending blackness. "Give him succor now. Protect him as you will. But if it is he that planted that pernicious seed, I will away with you both."

Anushka sat up in bed gasping for air, clutching her blanket to her naked breasts. What a terrible nightmare. She managed to catch her breath and then looked at the bedside clock. It was eleven in the morning. Such a horrific dream for such a short nap. She held up her left hand and thought she could see the red imprint of fingers along the back slowly fading away. She made a fist and released it, looking at her wedding ring. Her hand was fine. It was just a dream. There was no red handprint now. She must have imagined it.

"Krish," she whispered to herself. "I must succor my child." Anushka climbed out of bed, her naked breasts bouncing. The words that escaped her mouth seemed both foreign and completely at home. "Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from Him," Anushka whispered. She only wore her panties and that would never do, so Anushka scanned the room. She found one of her husband's large t-shirts and threw it on, giving her some modesty. "To help Krish is to help Him. And God asks for the aid of the righteous." On bare feet, Anushka padded out of her room and down the long hall. She didn't know where she was going.

Once at the other end of the hall, she looked around. Why was she there? The stairs went up to the east tower just before her, but Shriya was at the library with her father. There was a bathroom to her left, but she didn't need that. A soft grunting sound came muffled through Krishan's bedroom door. Succor the child. Anushka knew what she needed to do.

A bath towel hung by the shower in the bathroom. Anushka stepped in there and grabbed it. She then crossed the hall and opened Krishan's door without knocking.

Anushka should have been shocked, embarrassed, or at least disturbed by what she saw, but all she could think was that Krishan needed her help. He sat naked in his desk chair, looking at a picture of a voluptuous, naked woman on his computer monitor. Both hands furiously pumped at that hard, giant penis between his legs. Sweat beaded on his arms, shoulders, and face. His cheeks were red with the effort of his task. His hands stopped when his mother barged in, but they still held onto the veiny shaft. He made no effort to hide or cover himself. Instead he pivoted his chair to face her.

"You can't get it to come out, can you?" Anushka stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. "I think God sent me a dream so that I'd help you."

"What?" Krishan glanced back at the picture of the naked with huge boobs and freckles. He then looked back at his mom. "Oh, yeah. I do need help." Krishan finally registered what she was wearing. One of his dad's big t-shirts and completely bare legs. Because the t-shirt hung so low, he couldn't even tell if she had panties on.

"Okay, pumpkin." Anushka flashed a brief, nervous smile. "Mom's on the job." She took a step into the room and stopped. She twisted the towel in both hands. "Unless ... it's too weird for you ... you know ... having me touch you again."

"No, it's okay." Krishan thought of Nayanthara and wanted very much to make the dead woman happy. "The last time you did it, I felt so much better afterward."

"Well, let's get you taken care of then." Anushka walked over to Krishan, rolled his chair way from the desk, spun him so that he was facing the monitor again, and kneeled down on the floor. She placed the towel next to her right knee. "You can look at that picture if it speeds things along."

"Thanks, Mom." Krishan didn't care much about the naked women on his monitor at the moment.

"Should I ...?" She looked up at the monstrosity, her brown eyes wide, her pupils dilated. "Should I use my mouth again?" Anushka reached forward with her right hand and tentatively caressed his right testicle. It was so heavy and full.

Krishan nodded.

"I can do that. The mouth isn't cheating. Right?" She looked past the penis at his skinny chest and thin arms. Such a miracle that this mighty tool would belong to her slight son.

"Right, Mom."

"Just don't tell your father, Krish." She circled the shaft with the fingers on her left hand and gently closed them. It was so incredibly thick. "Or anyone else." Anushka's focus when to the purplish top of his thing. Such an angry color for such a mild boy. She raised herself up a little on her knees and slowly slid the wide, flared head between her lips.

"I won't tell anyone." Krishan secretly crossed his fingers as he said this. He'd sure as heck tell Nayanthara.

"Ggggoooooogggghhhhh." Anushka had wanted to say good, but the cockhead got in her way. She bobbed her head in small quick strokes, remembering how best to service Krishan from last time. His thing was so dissimilar to his father's. This was an almost completely different act than the marital fellatio Anushka often performed. She moved her other hand to his pole and pumped up and down with both hands, squeezing tightly. The more she practiced, the more fluid it seemed.

"You're the best, Mom." Krishan sighed and slouched further into his chair. Anushka looked amazing with her pretty face contorted around his dick. Her crows-feet wrinkles etched themselves a little deeper as she struggled to blow her son. Her nostrils flared as she forced herself to breathe through her nose. "I hope Dad appreciates you."

Anushka popped her mouth off Krishan's thing and looked up at his young, handsome face. "He does, Krish." Then she went right back to sucking.

On the other side of town at that moment, Ganesh chewed on a pencil, reading through some very old files. He was close to something big. He just knew it. Something really big. He had no idea how close his wife was at that moment to something even bigger.

Back in the Mansion, Krishan looked up from his mother's bobbing brown hair to his monitor. Instead of the model he expected, he saw Nayanthara's beauty staring back at him. Confused, he blinked several times. On the screen, Nayanthara nodded her head and the camera panned back. He could see that the ghost sat naked in a wingback chair, by a roaring fire. Her heavy boobs, and fiery bush were all on full display. She grabbed a breast in each hand, squeezed them together, and moved them up and down. Krishan understood. He nodded at the monitor and Nayanthara winked an eye back at him. She dropped her breasts and leaned forward in her wingback chair in anticipation of what was to come.

"Hey, Mom." Krishan looked down at Anushka as she worked his dick. "That feels ... really great. But could I ...?"

Anushka spit out his thing and looked up at him again. "What is it, Krish?" She panted a little. It was hard to get in enough air just breathing through her nose. "I'm here to help."

"Could you ... I mean ... would you ...?" Krishan stammered.

"Yes?" Her hands still slid slowly up and down his penis as she looked up.

"Could you do it with your boobs?" Krishan spit the words out quickly.

"With my ...?" Anushka turned it over in her head a moment and then understood. "Ohhhh. I see." Her hands kept up their work as she thought about the request. "Really, Krish?" She cocked her head at him. "Really?"

"Yeah, Mom. Please?" Krishan could already tell she was going to do it by the look in her eyes. "It wouldn't be cheating."

"I suppose not. It's not cheating if it's just the boobs." She let go of her son's thing and reached for the hem of her husband's shirt with both hands. She pulled off the shirt and tossed it behind her. Her boobs dropped and jiggled.

"They're beautiful, Mom." Krishan fixed his stare on those magnificent tits. They hung perfectly on her chest, large, round and full. With thick pink nipples and small areolas. Krishan pulled his eyes away and looked at the monitor behind his mom. Nayanthara smiled broadly. His eyes dropped down to his mom's face and he could see her cheeks were redder than usual.

"Thank you for the compliment, Krish." Dressed only in her black panties, Anushka held her breasts, scooted herself forward, and wrapped them around his tool. She figured there was enough spit left over from the blowjob for lubrication. "I've never done this before, so it may take me a minute to figure it out." She softly bit the tip of her tongue in concentration and tried one long pump with her breasts, using her hands to move her boobs up and down. Satisfied with the result, she did it again and again. Pretty soon she had an awkward, but consistent rhythm.

"Dad's missing out." Krishan couldn't look away from what his sweet mom was doing to him.

"It's okay." Anushka raised her eyes from Krishan's thing and looked up into her son's face. She could see the pleasure written there as he gritted his teeth. That she could bring her son such joy filled her with happiness. "I wouldn't be able to do this for Ganesh anyway. Not like this." She looked back down at the monster that slid between her tightly pressed boobs. "He's so different from you, Krish."

Back at the library, Ganesh held up a paper excitedly. The plans, he'd found the plans. This would make their work so much easier and might solve the mystery of the locked room. When he brought a copy home, Anushka would be so thrilled. This would surely be the most exciting thing she'd seen all day. He poured over the plans.

In the Mansion, Krishan looked over his mother's shoulder as she worked so hard to bring him off. On his monitor, he could see Nayanthara, still naked in her chair, biting her fingernails in expectation. Nayanthara nodded at Krishan and made the same volcano explosion motions with her hands that she'd made while watching him and Anushka in the study the other day. Krishan resolved not to disappoint her this time.

"Are you close, sweetie?" Anushka stared down at that purple dome as it slipped between her cleavage.

"Not ... yet ..." If Krishan warned her, she'd use the towel to finish him. Nayanthara didn't want that. So instead, he grunted and let loose. Cum rocketed out of his dick, splashing up into Anushka's face and hair. It also flew through the air and landed on the wood floor all around them.

On the computer monitor, Nayanthara silently bounced up and down on her chair, clapping her hands wildly and laughing with great joy.

"Eeeewwwwwwww." Anushka closed her eyes, let go of her boobs, and turned away from the spewing thing. "Oh, my gosh, Krish. It's in my face." She could still feel cum landing on her side as she wiped the hot, salty mess off her lips and out of her eyes. "You can't just do that, Krish. You have to let me know." Anushka blindly reached for the towel by her knee, found it, and brought it up to her face. After a few seconds, she felt no more sperm landing on her, so at least he was done.

"Sorry ... Mom." Krishan didn't have a bible verse for this situation, but he did have a handy aphorism. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission. He chose not to share it with her. "It was just ..." he panted and looked at the mess he'd made. There was cum all over his stomach, thighs, and his mostly naked mother. The floor around them was a mess. It really had been a volcanic eruption. "It was just so ... sudden." Krishan glanced at the monitor and the image of Nayanthara was gone, replaced by the model from before.

"It's okay, pumpkin." It dawned on Anushka that in trying to do God's will, she'd just bathed herself in what seemed like a gallon of teenage cum. That realization, was followed by another. She was incredibly wet. She'd been so focused on her son's pleasure, that she hadn't even noticed how much her body had responded to the acts they'd just committed. "I'm going to go take a shower and wash all this off." Anushka stood gingerly, rubbing the towel against her breasts to remove some of the congealing sperm there. "I want you to clean up this mess right away." She walked to the door.

"Of course." Krishan didn't move from the chair. He watched her panty-clad butt as she walked to the door, opened it, and disappeared down the hall. "Sorry." He called after her. And he was sorry. Or at least a part of him was. But another part of him reveled in what had just happened and how Nayanthara would reward him the next time she **censored** him a visit.

When Anushka got in the shower, much to her surprise, she found her hand moving to her vagina. She took a long, hot shower and orgasmed several times as she masturbated, thinking about how she had just satisfied her son. They were some of the best orgasms she'd had in years. Maybe, just maybe, she'd offer to help Krishan out another time. Only if he still needed her help.

 

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Part -- 4

Anushka sat in the study on Sunday afternoon, staring at her computer monitor. She sighed. It wasn't easy selecting floor tile for the bathrooms. She worked her way through period-relevant tile from salvaged projects. They had to save money at every step for their Mansion restoration.

As she scrolled through the geometric patterns, Anushka's mind wandered to the deluge of sperm Krishan had sprayed on her. She'd once heard a vulgar comic say that every man's dream was to cover women in sperm. They want to drown them in cum, he'd said. Anushka thought the comic was just as horribly crass now as she did when she'd first heard him, but she might now understand the impulse better. It really had pleased Krishan to paint her with his seed like he did. And it had moved something in her as well. She, maybe, sort of liked it. That was a strange thing to admit to herself.

Anushka blinked and adjusted her reading glasses. The online tile store was gone from her monitor, replaced by a sex shop. Somehow, while she'd been daydreaming, she'd gone to a site she'd never seen before. How in the world had that happened? She was now staring at what the store promised were huge, pussy-changing dildos. Anushka put her left hand to her mouth and moved the curser to the exit box. But instead of leaving, she scrolled down the page. She decided to have a little look out of curiosity.

Five minutes later, she'd somehow purchased a jet-black, eleven-inch phallus with expedited shipping. Anushka quickly closed the page and went back to her bathroom tile browsing. All the rest of the day, she felt a definite wetness between her legs. Pussy-changing was such a deplorably crude and sensationalized description. But as her mind continued to wander, Anushka couldn't help but wonder how true it might be. Maybe she'd have the courage to find out when the new toy arrived. Of course, whatever she did with the thing, she'd be sure to include her husband.

~~

The stairs creaked as Krishan made his way up to the east tower room. "Shriya? You up here?" He pushed the door to the tower and it squealed its way open. He thought he better add oiling door hinges to his parent's punch list. "Shriya?" Most of the windows in the tower were open and a cool breeze blew through the circular space.

"I'm out here," Shriya called over her shoulder from outside the northernmost window.

Krishan walked to the window and looked out. His twin sister sat cross-legged on the fish scale shingle roof that hung about three feet out from the tower and ran three-quarters of the way around. Her hair tossed and turned in the wind.

"What are you doing out there?" Suddenly dizzy, Krishan leaned back into the room and stepped away from the window. He could no longer see Shriya, but she wasn't that far away.

"I like to come here and think." Shriya didn't bother looking back, she knew her brother was afraid of heights. "It's so beautiful. I was just thinking about the sermon today."

"Oh?" Krishan tensed as movement caught his eye to the east. He relaxed when he saw Nayanthara gingerly climb in through a window to his right. Nayanthara cradled her belly as she stretched her legs over the windowsill. Her long, flowing dress was without a bustle. It's was quite striking with hues of blue and green. She smiled when she made eye contact with Krishan and walked over to him, careful to keep out of view of Shriya's window.

No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and He will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation He will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.

Krishan watched as Nayanthara approached, her bone-white finger placed on her pink lips.

With her left hand, Nayanthara reached into his shorts and found his penis already hard. She nodded her head approvingly, her hair blowing, ever so slightly, in the breeze.

"What about it, Shriya?" Krishan trembled at that frigid touch.

Nayanthara leaned forward and pressed her lips on Krishan's ear. "You did well with your mother. What a lovely achromatic painting you gave that pretty woman. Well done, indeed." She giggled softly. "Now we continue."

"Now?" Krishan whispered back. But he offered no resistance as she lowered his shorts and boxers.

"I was just wondering if that's true." Shriya breathed in the fresh air and watched the puffy white clouds blow slowly past. "I mean, if there really is a God, do you think He always gives us an out from our temptations? And if He does, why give us temptations in the first place?"

"Well ..." Krishan tried hard to keep his concentration as Nayanthara sunk to her knees with a let's-be-naughty smirk on her freckled face. "Maybe it means that we can enjoy temptation and God will step in only if it gets out of hand." Krishan sighed as Nayanthara took him into her ice mouth. The cold heightened his pleasure. He looked down at the twin diamonds on her finger and wondered why she still wore the ring if she had so completely turned on her marriage vows. Then he thought of Vijay's anger out in the hallway. But even that remembered fear couldn't spoil the high he got whenever Nayanthara **censored** him that special kind of attention.

"I don't know, Krish. That sounds like wishful thinking." Shriya looked over her shoulder but couldn't see her brother through the window. He was such a sissy about heights. "You haven't been doing drugs or anything, have you?" Shriya didn't think he had. She usually had a sixth sense when something was wrong with her brother. Although, lately, he'd been sort of a blank slate.

"No ... uuummmmm ... nothing like that." Krishan's legs trembled as Nayanthara circled his purple head with her frigid tongue. "Uuuhhhh ... tell me more." Krishan's eyes widened as Nayanthara grabbed his oversized balls, one in each palm, and took his monster dick down her throat with one fluid motion. He didn't think it would be possible to take so much cock so easily, but then again, she wasn't exactly human.

"You sound strange." Shriya sighed, she didn't want to go back inside just yet, but it sounded like her brother needed her. "Do you need me to come in?"

"I'm ... fine." Krishan fought the impulse to put his hands on her head. She might not like that. Despite the incredibly long strokes she took down her throat, there was almost no noise. "Stay ... outside. Why are you thinking ... uh ... about temptation? Are you ... getting serious with ... Tharun?"

"Not really." Shriya looked down at the overgrown yard far below and spotted an abandoned rose bush that was still sending out the most beautiful red flowers. She thought she'd have to go down there and pick some sometime. "The sermon just spoke to me, I guess. How about you, Krish? Any girlfriends I should know about?"

"Noooo." Krishan grit his teeth. His whole body trembled. He tried to stifle his groans as he let loose inside Nayanthara's pretty mouth. He could see her jaw and neck work as she gulped shot after shot of cum down into her stomach.

"Well, that's too bad, Krish. You're a nice boy and you'll make some girl really happy." Shriya could hear her brother groaning a little and assumed it was her spot high above the ground that upset him so. "I'll come in."

Nayanthara pulled her mouth off his rod and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She winked at him and faded away like dust on the breeze.

Krishan's whole body buzzed from the blowjob and he almost missed the telltale sounds of his sister scooting along the shingles outside. She was coming back in. Krishan hastily pulled his shorts over his still hard dick and pulled his t-shirt over the head as it stuck up past his belly button. He turned and waddled for the stairs.

"Hey, where are you going?" Shriya stuck her head inside the window and watched her skinny brother retreat. Why was he walking like that?

"I have to use the bathroom," Krishan said over his shoulder. He got to the stairs and descended. "Bye."

"Okay, bye." Shriya thought about why he was waddling to the bathroom and guessed he had one of those big boners she'd seen him get recently. "Ew, gross." He was going to the bathroom to take care of it. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. Teenage boys were so nasty.

~~

"Don't I look pretty, Ganesh?" Anushka twirled in her powder blue chemise and corset. It was late on a weekday night, the kids were sleeping, and the parents had been hard at work on the house all day. Time for some fun.

"You always look pretty, Anu." Ganesh tried not to frown. "What about some different lingerie tonight? It's been a while since you wore that red, lacey set I got you for Valentine's Day."

"Oh, come on." Anushka stuck her hip to the side and placed her hand on it, striking a pose. "You know you like it." She laughed and walked to the closet. She always felt so giddy when wearing the Victorian underwear. "Plus, I've got a surprise for you." She opened the closet door and bent to retrieve something.

"Well, I like surprises." Ganesh watched her from his reclined position on the bed. He did like how the corset accentuated Anushka's boobs and the flare of her hips. He just wanted to see a little more skin. Nonetheless, his dick stiffened in his boxers as he watched her round bottom.

"Here we are." Anushka straightened and turned toward Ganesh.

"What ...?" Ganesh's eyes went wide. Whatever he was expecting from his straitlaced wife, it wasn't this. In both hands, she held before her the most enormous dick Ganesh had ever seen, certainly, almost a foot long and very thick. It was as black as pitch and evil looking. "What is that?"

"I thought we could spice things up a bit." Anushka's face opened in a broad smile. She held the phallus out in front of her, one hand circled around the veiny shaft, the other holding the round balls. "You wanna see me try and fit this thing in my little vagina?" She raised an eyebrow and cocked her hip at him again.

"Uh ... Anushka ... this is very ..." Ganesh mumbled. His dick softened as he saw her wedding ring pressed into that veiny monstrosity. "Why?"

"I just thought we should we try it." Anushka bounded over to the bed, her breasts rocking up and down in the corset. "I don't have any panties on. You'll have to get me very wet,"

"Um ..." Ganesh couldn't take his eyes off the horrible thing. "I have a headache, Anu." He rolled onto his side away from his wife and pressed his head into the pillow. "No sex tonight."

"Really?" Anushka stopped by the bed and the smile dropped from her face. "I ... I wanted to share this with you, Ganesh."

"I've got a headache. Too much work on the house." Ganesh pulled the blankets up over him. "Could you get the light?"

"Okay." Anushka's shoulders slumped and she looked down at the thing in her hands. Frown lines creased her pretty face. Why had she bought this thing? And why would she think it would make Ganesh feel anything but anxiety over his own small penis? Was his penis small? Anushka hadn't thought so until recently. Anushka returned to the closet and put the dildo away. She then went over by the door and flipped the light switch. The room fell into darkness. "Goodnight, dear."

"Goodnight," Ganesh grumbled from the bed.

Anushka padded over to their bathroom to change out of the corset and chemise. She resolved to be a better wife to Ganesh. She'd make it up to him. Make him feel like a man again. She vowed to put big penises out her mind completely. No more helping her son. And she'd throw that dildo away in the morning. But ... maybe ... She thought it over as she pulled off the lingerie. Maybe she'd just hold that dark phallus one more time. That wouldn't hurt anything. Just to feel the weight in her hands. And if Krishan really needed some help, she might just give it to him. A mother's responsibility is to care for her son, after all. And that was just as important as her wifely duties.

~~

Anushka made breakfast, fed her family, and sent the twins off to school. She then kissed her husband on the cheek and sent him off to the hardware store. She had the whole house to herself for a little while, a rarity. And to her great surprise, a few minutes later, she found herself sitting on the edge of her bed, rubbing the head of that giant dildo up against her wet vaginal lips.

One minute she was stripping to take a much-needed shower, the next she had the dildo in her hands. The thing was so substantial and manly. Her fingers trembled as she tried to push it in. "Ooohhhhhhh." She grunted and looked down between her hanging breasts as just the very tip stretched her out. The jet-black thing looked like a phallus made of night. It was almost like some ancient darkness spread her opening, trying to get in. She reminded herself it was just molded silicone as her moans filled the bedroom.

It was too much. "For you, Krish. I'd do anything." Where had those words come from? Suddenly she imagined her skinny son trying to shove his monster into her. It was even bigger than what she held in her hands. She knew such an act would destroy her marriage and her vagina, but the thought was irrepressible.

"Oh, Krish." She struggled to push more of the dildo into her, but only got another fraction of an inch in. She looked down at her poor vagina, it was spread around the head obscenely. Why did this feel so good? "Oh, no." A surge of pleasure flooded through her, and suddenly her vagina erupted.

"What's ... happening?" Anushka's whole body trembled and she dropped the dildo to the floor where it landed with a solid thud. "Oooohhhhhhhhh." A small geyser of clear liquid shot out of her vagina and sprayed upon the floor. And then another and another. Anushka tossed her head back onto the bed and shrieked out the most amazing orgasm of her life.

When she was done, she lay there for a while, her heart thumping and chest heaving with each breath. She finally stood and looked at the puddle on the floorboards. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. "I must get rid of that thing." She eyed the dildo with contempt and thought of the sermon from that past Sunday. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.

Escape. God would give her the strength to throw away the dildo so that she might escape this new feeling. She didn't want the dildo to come between her and Ganesh. She resolved to take that enormous thing to the trash just as soon as she cleaned up her mess.

Once the floor was again spotless, and the sheets changed. Anushka somehow lost her resolve and she hid the dildo behind some books on one of the shelves in the library, one of which was First Love. As she neatly lined up the books in front of the monster, she thought that this was just as good as throwing it away. Out of sight, out of mind. She turned and went back upstairs to take that much needed shower.

~~

The Family assembled on the couch in the basement for watching movie to night. It was a family tradition to all get together on the third Thursday of the month for a screening. Although it wasn't the same since Karun moved out.

Krishan sat on one end of the couch, leaning on his mother's shoulder. Ganesh sat on the other side of Anushka, holding her right hand in his left. Shriya curled herself on the other end of the couch, in the corner with her knees pressed into her chest.

Most of the family kept their eyes on the screen, watching the latest sci-fi Movie. On screen, lasers flew and spaceships exploded. But Krishan's eyes kept wandering away from the TV and toward the fireplace. In the days since Nayanthara had led him down those hidden stairs, Krishan had tried to find the lever or latch that turned each fireplace but couldn't get any of them to open.

As his eyes looked around the shadowy mantle, he caught some movement to the left on the stairs to the main level. Nayanthara stood there in one of her long flowing dresses. She smiled and beckoned to Krishan with her finger. Krishan rose from the couch and walked toward the stairs.

"Where are you going, mister?" Anushka watched him leave.

"Bathroom." Krishan didn't look back.

"Well, don't be long." Anushka snuggled into her husband's warm side. "I think they're almost at the mothership."

 

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"Sure, Mom." Krishan mumbled and climbed the stairs. He couldn't see Nayanthara anymore, but once in the main hall, he heard the crackle of fire in the living room and saw an orange, rhomboid glow cast through the open door ahead. He walked down the hall, turned into the living room, and stopped. There was indeed a roaring fire in the fireplace. Nayanthara sat on the hearth, with her long dress tucked under her. Her eyes shone with the reflected blaze and with greeting.

"So nice to pull yourself away from that image-box for me." She stood and smoothed out her dress. Her pale arms seemed to glow in the warm, luminous room. "You continue to make me proud, Krish, and I so love giving you rewards."

A sudden thought occurred to Krishan as he took in boobs, and hips under her flowing dress. "How come you don't have that thing on the back of your dress?"

"The bustle?" Nayanthara cocked her head. "It's not in style anymore, dearie."

"But I saw you wearing a dress like that before." Krishan furrowed his brow. One part of his mind told him it didn't matter what she wore. She was going to be naked soon anyway. But another part of his mind wanted to follow this rabbit down its hole.

"It was in style when I wore it." She smiled and nodded with encouragement at him. "I always keep up with the latest fashion."

"So ..." Krishan half-turned and closed the sliding door behind him. "I'm seeing a younger and older you at different times? One when the bustle was in fashion and one when it wasn't?"

Nayanthara smiled and winked at him.

"But ..." Krishan thought it through. He lowered his pants and pulled off his micro-boxers. His dick stood proudly, casting a long shadow against the far wall.

Nayanthara slipped out of her dress and dropped it to the floor. Naked, she stepped back onto a luxurious bearskin rug in front of the hearth, cupping her swollen breasts and belly with her thin arms.

"Two different children, then?" Krishan didn't care about the rug or the animal heads adorning the walls. He didn't even notice all the new furniture stuffed into that room.

Nayanthara clapped her hands in delight. "Such a clever boy. Different children. Same belly. Different times. Different fathers."

"Vijay was the father of the first child. Right?" Krishan walked toward her, his dick swaying before him, the firelight dancing off his flesh. "Who was the second father?"

"The past is done and gone, Krish." Nayanthara opened her arms to him. "I have so much to teach you now. We must prepare you, dearie. You still know so little."

Krishan stepped onto the rug, the bear fur soft between his toes. He placed one hand on the fleshy curve of her butt and the other on the delicate arch of her back. He fell into her cold embrace and stretched up to plant his lips on hers. Her boobs and belly pushed wonderfully against him. His dick fit snuggly between her legs.

Nayanthara broke their kiss and looked down into his eyes. "Mate me, Krish." She dropped down to her knees. "A mare is meant for the gallop." She turned, dropped to all fours, and presented her round ass to him. "Ride me."

Krishan wasted no time in entering her, and he didn't even need her help. He now knew where her opening was and he slid right in. He found a steady rhythm and watched in fascination as her butt rippled with each thrust.

"You have a tender heart." Nayanthara looked back at him over her flawless, white shoulder with languid, lust-filled eyes. "But that is not enough for a woman, young stallion. Control ..." She bit her bottom lip as his cock hit somewhere deep inside her. "Your first lesson is control. You must take a woman by the reins and drive her as you would a wild mare you mean to tame. This is the secret few of the fairer sex will tell. But mark my words, all desire it." She turned her head forward and stared into the fire. "Take my hair, Krish."

"Okay." Krishan had not thought himself the type to grab a woman by the hair, but he wasn't about to say no to her. He took a fistful of copper hair with his left hand and pulled her head back a little.

"Yes." Nayanthara arched her back, her round belly dropping closer to the rug below. "This is ... oooohhhhhh ... the most important lesson. Everything else you learn ... is nestled inside this one fact. A woman longs for surrender. Tame her and she is yours."

"Not ... uh ... uh ... uh ... all women." But even as he said this, Krishan tightened his grip on her hair and dug his fingertips into the cool flesh just south of her right hip.

"Yes, all women. I ... will ... show you, my sweet. You have ... **censored** ..." Nayanthara grunted as she bounced under his control. She no longer pushed back with each thrust, she couldn't. She just did her best to absorb the onslaught. It was perfect. "You **censored**, Krish, and now ... you will receive your bounty." Her fingers dug into the rug. "Tell me ... tell me what you wish to do."

"I'm gonna ... cum."

"No." She shook her head, her hair still firmly in his grasp. "No, impose ... upon me, Krishan."

"Take ... my ... cum ... Nayan ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." Krishan shot his load deep inside Nayanthara's frigid pussy. His hips fell out of rhythm but kept bucking.

Nayanthara gasped and took the heat deep in her. It felt so good to be filled to the brim with life. Eventually the boy behind her stilled and released her hair. "We still have work to do, but that was fine. Mighty fine." She moved forward and dislodged him. "You've filled my crinkum crankum, and that's always a good thing, dearie." She turned onto her side and looked up at him. "Now get dressed and get yourself back to your family."

"Um ... okay." Krishan nodded. He stood and went to fetch his clothes.

"You're a good boy, Krish." Nayanthara luxuriated in the post-coital feelings that swept through her. She watched the skinny boy shrug into his clothing. "Soon, you'll be a great boy." She smiled. "Now get you away to your dear mother and request the aid you so rightly deserve." Cum leaked out between her legs and pooled on the rug. She had so much to teach that young eighteen-year-old. And he seemed eager to learn.

"Now?" Krishan opened the door.

"Yes, now." Nayanthara smiled her warmest smile up at him as the fire crackled behind her. "Take the reins, Krish."

Krishan nodded, waved to Nayanthara, and walked out of the living room.

~~

A space battle raged on TV as Krishan returned to the basement.

"You smell funny." Shriya looked up at her brother as he awkwardly walked behind the couch and sat down on the other end by their mother. "Anyway, you missed a lot. The good guys are taking control of the mothership."

"Oh, yeah?" Krishan's hard dick pressed painfully into his soft belly as he sat down. He moved his butt around on the cushion and tried to get comfortable.

"You do smell strange, Krish." Anushka lifted her head off her husband's shoulder and looked at her son. He smelled like some sort of pungent tropical flower. "And why are you squirming like that?"

"Sorry, Mom." Krishan finally stuck his butt toward the end of the cushion and leaned back. Now his dick wasn't poking him anymore. "Just having a hard time getting comfortable."

Anushka looked down at Krishan's pants and saw the clear outline of his mammoth package. "Oh." Her eyes went wide. The poor boy had such a hard time with his thing these days. "I see."

"Quiet everyone." Ganesh didn't take his eyes off the TV screen. "We're about to see the aliens."

"Sorry, Dad." Krishan leaned over and whispered in his mother's ear, "I'm having trouble again and I need your help."

Anushka shook her head and squeezed Ganesh's hand tighter. Ganesh squeezed back, but his attention stayed on the movie.

"Please," Krishan whispered. "I tried in the bathroom, but it didn't work." He found that ever since moving into their new house, lies came much easier to him. "I'll be quick. We'll be back in time for the end of the movie."

"Krishan ," Anushka hissed and gave Krishan a steely glare. But her heart softened as she looked into her son's pained eyes. She disentangled her arm from Ganesh's arm, stood, and looked down at her lovely husband. "I have to help Krishan with something. We'll be right back."

"Can't it wait?" Ganesh looked up at her and frowned.

"Apparently, it cannot." Anushka walked off toward the stairs.

"You're missing the movie," Ganesh called after her.

"We'll be back in a jiffy, dear." Anushka climbed the stairs, her dress billowing behind her. "Come on, Krish."

"Right." Krishan blinked his eyes. He couldn't believe she'd agreed. He rose from the couch and walked around the back again so his stiff dick wouldn't be obvious to his father and sister.

"Don't be long." Ganesh said as his son followed his wife out of the basement.

"We won't," Krishan said over his shoulder. He climbed the stairs and entered the long main hall.

"I can't believe I agreed to this." Anushka waited for him, standing with her hands on her hips and tapping her bare foot on the floor. "Come on, let's get you taken care of." She grabbed Krishan's hand and pulled him into the bathroom. She then shut the door and locked it behind them. "Okay, pants off. We have to hurry."

"Thanks, Mom. I really needed this." Krishan pulled off his pants and boxers and his dick flopped out.

"Yes, I can see. It looks really ... um ... engorged." Anushka reached out and gently brushed her fingernails along the purple head. "What is that smell? It's musky and flowery ... like ..." Anushka scrunched up her nose and moved her hand away from his penis. "Did you already take care of yourself? You smell like sperm and I'm not going to be doing this if you can do it yourself."

"No. I promise." Krishan's mouth sprouted lies like they were trees in a growing forest. "It's just the precum. I get a lot of precum when it won't go down."

"Oh." She reached back for the long, heavy thing and grasped the shaft in her left hand. "Well, I suppose that's unusual and a bit unseemly, but I'm your mother and I've seen it all. And ... the thought is actually kind of ... um ..." Her hand moved back and forth. "... interesting."

"Can you do it with your mouth again? It's not cheating." Krishan watched as she lowered herself to her knees on the tile. He had a wonderful view of her pretty face as it went slack, absorbed, as she was, with watching the slightly pulsing dick.

"It better not be cheating ..." Anushka licked the head and tasted Krishan's salty flavor. "... or I'd be a very bad wife." She opened wide and took the head inside. That was all she could fit. She remembered her technique for taking care of Krishan and bobbed her head with little short strokes while pumping his shaft with both hands. Her hair danced as she worked to bring Krishan off.

"You're ... aaaahhhhh ... a great wife." Krishan looked down at her pretty lips as they contorted around his dickhead. "And the ... best mom in the world."

"Mmmmmmmmm," Anushka said.

Down in the basement, Ganesh let out a woop as the protagonist took control of the mothership. Shriya smiled at her father.

A little later in the bathroom, Anushka still worked Krishan, giving him short pumps with her mouth and long strokes with her hands. She pulled her mouth off his thing and looked up. "We ... really need to ... get back to the ... movie." She panted from the effort, but her hands kept working the shaft. "Are you close? Do you need my boobs again?"

"Yeah, Mom. That'd help this go way faster." Krishan watched Anushka shrug out of the top of her dress, and reach behind and unclasp her bra. He held his breath as her tits dropped out of confinement. They were so perfect, with her large pink nipples, and the blue web of veins that ran just under the skin. They made his mother look so vulnerable.

"You have to tell me before you explode this time." Anushka rose up on her knees a little and pressed her son's rod between her boobs. "You can't cover me with your stuff like you did before." The memory of that moment sent an involuntary shiver down her spine and caused her vagina to dampen even more than it was already. She could feel her panties soaking through. "We don't have time for a shower."

"Sure, Mom." Krishan wondered what Nayanthara would think about that. He didn't want to disappoint the apparition, but she hadn't said anything about it this time. Krishan looked around the bathroom, half expecting to see Nayanthara's reflection in the mirror, but there was no sign of her. He looked back down at his mother and sighed as she eagerly slid his saliva-soaked dick between her large, soft tits. Anushka stuck out the tip of her tongue just a little as she focused all her energy on making Krishan cum.

After a few minutes, Anushka looked up into her son's eyes. "Are you close, Krish?"

"Not yet." Krishan's mouth hung open as he watched the remarkable sight playing out in front of him.

"We have to hurry this along." Anushka looked at the locked door and then back at Krishan. "What can I do?"

"How about your butt, Mom?"

"I beg your pardon, young man?" Anushka let go of her breasts and leaned back. Her arms were tired.

"If I could rub it on your butt, I'm sure I wouldn't last long." Krishan took hold of his dick and stroked it while Anushka thought things over.

"It wouldn't be cheating if you just rubbed on my butt." Anushka stood, turned her back to Krishan, and lifted her dress up to her waist. "And ... also ... I'll need to keep my panties on." She leaned forward and placed her hands on the countertop next to the sink. Her feet inched out as she spread her legs to lower her butt down to her son's level.

"Of course." Krishan stepped up behind and looked down at her amazing ass. He couldn't decide what he liked best. The way it flared out from her narrow waist? The way it jiggled with just the slightest of her movements? The round, perfect curves? He loved all of it. "Here I go." He placed his dick between her cheeks with the head all the way up above the crumpled dress hanging from the small of her back. He grabbed a cheek in each hand and then rubbed his shaft in a seesaw motion.

Back in the basement, the move accelerated toward its climax. "Behind you! The alien's behind you, dummy," Ganesh shouted at the TV. The stupid pilot had forgotten to look behind him. Ganesh was so into the movie, he didn't even notice his wife and son still weren't back yet.

"That's it, pumpkin." Anushka braced herself against the rubbing monster behind her. She hoped Krishan couldn't tell how wet she was. "Let me know when you're ready." She looked down at her hands to avoid looking into the mirror and her ring sparkled up at her. She did not want to see what she looked like submitting to her son in this way. What they were doing may not have been cheating, but it certainly was dirty.

"I'm ... ready ... Mom." Krishan moved his eyes from that wobbling butt, past her rumpled dress hanging around her waist, and up her pale, bare back to where her delicate shoulder blades arched. She was beyond beautiful.

"Good boy, Krish." Anushka quickly turned around, grabbed a bath towel from the towel rack, and dropped to her knees again. "Shoot it out. Get it all out of there, sweetie." She grabbed his penis and gave the most furious handjob of her life.

"Mom ... Mom ... Mooooommmmm." Krishan's balls churned.

Down in the basement, Shriya covered her eyes to hide from the images on the screen. "Ew, gross. The alien's oozing all over her."

Ganesh chuckled. "It's just a movie, Shriya."

Back up in the bathroom, sensing the moment, Anushka lifted the towel up and caught spurt after spurt with soft Egyptian cotton. She looked up at Krishan and marveled at how the orgasm had taken him over. He shut his eyes, gritted his teeth, and shook all over. "Let it all out. That's a good boy." The towel started to soak through so she folded it up to help absorb all that sperm. She knew from experience just how much her son stored in those giant balls of his.

"Wow ..." Krishan panted and opened his eyes. "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, pumpkin." Anushka took the towel away and saw a little stray cum left behind on the purple head. She leaned forward and licked it off with her pink tongue. Her shoulders gave a quick shiver at the salty, tangy taste. "All better?" Anushka rolled the towel into a ball and put it in the sink. She then picked up her bra, stood up, and put it back on.

"Yeah, thanks Mom. I don't know what I'd do without you." Krishan sighed and pulled up his micro-boxers. He stuffed his deflating dick into the pouch.

"Well, if I wasn't helping you, you'd definitely need a doctor." Anushka pulled her dress up and slipped her arms back in. She shook her hips to get the dress to fall back down to her knees. "You've got so much in there." She nodded at his boxers. "It'd be unhealthy if it got backed up."

"Yeah, totally." Krishan pulled up his pants and buttoned them. "What are we going to tell Dad and Shriya?"

"Well ..." Anushka turned to the mirror and checked herself out. She looked fine. Certainly not like she'd just had a giant penis between her breasts. "... I don't think we should lie. But ..." She looked at Krishan in the mirror and raised an eyebrow.

"Let's just tell them I needed some help figuring out what to say to a girl." Krishan ran a hand through his messy blond hair. "You're a girl, Mom. And you helped me say stuff to you. So, it's sorta true."

"Good enough." Anushka nodded. "Speaking of girls, maybe you could find someone at school who'd help you with your thing. I can't keep doing this forever." She saw Krishan's face fall and Anushka quickly added, "I'll be here if you need it. I just don't want you relying on your mother for this sort of thing, sweetie."

"That's my boy." Anushka picked up the towel and held it away from her body. "I'm going to go put this in the laundry in your room. I can't take it down to the washing machine right now." She gave Krishan a chagrinned smile, imagining walking the cum filled towel right by her daughter and husband in the basement. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Anushka jogged down the hall and up the stairs in her bare feet.

Krishan stepped out into the hall and waited. A minute or so later, Anushka returned and they went back down for the rest of movie night.

"Hey, where'd you two go? You missed it." Ganesh looked up from the couch and pointed to the TV where the credits rolled.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear." Anushka frowned and folded her arms over her chest. "Krish needed some help with a girl."

"Oh, a girl huh?" Shriya looked at her brother and waggled her eyebrows. "Anyone I know?"

Krishan shook his head.

"Fine, keep your secrets." Shriya laughed. She knew her brother needed lots of help, he was way too shy around the girls in school. "I hope it works out with her."

"Uh ... thanks, Shriya." Krishan looked at his beautiful mom. "I do too."

~~

Later that night, Anushka tried to make it up to Ganesh by giving him his first titjob. "You like it, honey?"

"It's ... different." Ganesh's dick didn't actually feel all that great engulfed in her boobs.

"Maybe if I try it this way." Anushka felt frustrated. He was too small to make it work right. Or maybe her breasts were too big. It was a disappointing endeavor. "How about my mouth?"

"That'd be better." Ganesh nodded as she devoured his dick.

Anushka sucked hard and even let him finish down her throat. She swallowed and smiled up at him. She hoped he'd be up for round two. Anushka really wanted some sex after all the foreplay she'd had that day with the men. "How about a little more? I'll ride you, honey. You wouldn't have to work at all."

"What's gotten into you, Anu?" Ganesh groaned and rolled over in bed. "That's enough for one night."

Anushka sighed and went to go turn off the light. She contemplated sneaking into the library and retrieving the dildo, but she'd sworn she wouldn't use that thing again. She flipped the switch and the room went dark. "Goodnight, Ganesh."

"Goodnight, Anu."

She walked across the room and lay down next to him in bed. When she closed her eyes, she could think only of how Krishan's penis had felt rubbing against her behind. What would it be like to allow that thing in? She tried very hard not to think about the answer to that question.

"Thanks, Mom." Krishan's face brightened. "I'll see if I can find myself a girlfriend."

To be continued...

 

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# Amy Jackson & Preity Zinta

It had been a long day.

A long frustrating day.

I showed houses all day and didn't even get a bite of a sale.

My feet were sore and I was cranky as I got home.

I was walking up the stairs to my bedroom to get out of my business wear and stockings when I heard sounds that were undeniably the sounds of sex... coming from my son's room.

As I got closer to the door, I heard Amy, my son's girlfriend, demand, "That's it baby, ream my asshole."

I froze.

Amy took it in the ass?

My son fucked Amy's ass?

Yet, I was curious... it had been a long time since I got fucked.

And although I should have turned back around and gone downstairs, or made enough of a racket for them to have heard me, I instead quietly walked to the door, which was slightly ajar and peeked inside.

I stared like a deer in headlights as my son was fucking his girlfriend Amy, doggie style, apparently, in the ass.

"You love fucking Mommy's asshole, don't you, baby?" Amy asked.

I gasped at the nasty talk and the stunning reality the pretty eighteen year old was pretending to be his mother... pretending to be me.

My son grunted, "Yes, I love that tight asshole of yours, my Mommy-slut."

My pussy betrayed me, making my panties damp, and before I even knew I was doing it, I had lifted up my dress, and put my fingers inside my panties, thankful I always wore thigh high stockings.

I noticed that Amy was wearing thigh high stockings too, which was a pretty big coincidence considering so few girls today wore any type of nylons.

"Harder, baby, really ream Mommy's shit hole," Amy demanded.

Forgetting briefly he was my son, I wished I had a better angle so I could see his cock.

Amy turned back to look at my son and definitely saw me.

I froze, my hand in my panties.

Amy moaned, even as she looked past my son and directly at me, "Oh yes, you mother fucker, pound Mommy's asshole with that big fat dick."

I should have left, yet it was like my legs were stuck in cement. And before I knew it, I had resumed rubbing myself as I watched my son sodomize his girlfriend, who was pretending to be me... and imagining it was me.

Amy smiled at me as she asked, "Do you love fucking Mommy, baby?"

My son answered with a grunt, "Fuck, yes. I love your tight ass, Mommy-slut."

Amy moaned, "And Mommy loves your big dick in her shit hole. Mommy wishes you would fuck her every fucking day."

I couldn't believe their conversation. I couldn't believe how hot it was making me. I couldn't believe Amy was having this conversation while staring at me.

I kept watching, I kept listening, and I kept touching myself as my son fucked Amy while she pretended to be me.

Amy moaned, a big smile on her face, "Do you want to cum all over your Mommy's face, baby?"

"God, yes," he grunted. "Get on your knees and prepare to get my full load all over your pretty face, my Mommy-slut."

Amy got off the bed and onto her knees at an angle I could see (clearly on purpose for my benefit), but Jai, my son, couldn't see me.

Jai got off the bed and began pumping his cock... his long, thick, juicy cock.

I stared at it with lust. It had been a while since I got laid and a lot longer since I got fucked by a cock that big and forever since I had a real dick in my ass (toys aside). And as I stared at it, I completely forgot he was my son, I just saw him as a guy with a big cock.

"Come all over Mommy's face," Amy said, her mouth wide open as she glanced back at me.

"You want my cum, Mommy-slut?" Jai questioned, as he furiously beat his meat.

"Yes, baby, paint Mommy's face with your cum," Amy purred.

 

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I was so intoxicated with the scene I was witnessing, the nasty incest talk, and the size of my son's cock, I frantically rubbed myself as my orgasm built quickly.

Suddenly, simultaneously, as my son's cum rocketed out of his cock and onto Amy's face as he grunted, "Take all my cum, Mommy-slut," I came too.

My legs buckled as my orgasm seemed to usurp all the energy in my body. My head went light as the most intense orgasm in memory coursed through me.

Terrified of getting caught by my son, I quietly backed away from the door and weakly snuck out of the house.

Once in my car, I just sat there, my body feeling completely spent as I tried to recover from my orgasm and the reality of what I just witnessed.

Why did that turn me on so much?

Did my son really want to fuck me?

Why did Amy get even nastier when she saw me watching?

Why was my pussy still tingling as I recalled what I had witnessed?

These and many other questions bounced around my head as I waited fifteen minutes, enough time for my body to calm down, the orgasm refusing to completely leave me, and hopefully for them to be done.

When I went back into my house, I saw they were watching television.

I greeted, a little nervous that Amy might have told my son I watched them fuck, "Good afternoon, Jai, Amy."

"Hi, Mom," Jai greeted looking up, with no hint of anything out of the ordinary.

"Hi, Preity ," Amy greeted with a smile that spoke volumes.

"Are you staying for dinner, Amy?" I asked, as she often did.

"Yes, Preity ," she nodded, before adding, "if that is all right."

"Of course," I nodded. "The more the merrier." I then realized the sexual implications of my words.

Amy nodded, "I couldn't agree more."

"Great," I nodded, as I went to the kitchen to begin dinner, my head still spinning with the consequences of every word.

I was cutting lettuce, a couple of minutes later, when Amy walked into the kitchen.

I froze, completely nervous.

She went to the fridge and I resumed making the salad, praying she wasn't going to mention anything.

Suddenly, I felt a hand reach around me, under my dress and directly to my pussy.

I gasped in shock as she whispered, "Your panties are still very wet."

"Amy!" I protested, even though I didn't actually attempt to physically stop this sudden molestation.

"Don't move," she ordered, as she rubbed my swollen clit over my panties.

This was even more shocking than what I had witnessed, and yet had me equally aroused.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Amy questioned.

My head was swarming with confusion as I stammered, "I-I-I don't know."

"Your cunt says you did," she countered.

"Amy, please," I whimpered, worried my son would walk in and catch us.

"Please let you eat my cunt?" She questioned, but before I could answer she asked, "So are you wet because you want to munch my cunt, suck your son's big dick or take it up that sweet ass of yours?"

I didn't answer for a couple of reasons. One, I didn't have an answer, although until she mentioned it I hadn't considered eating her pussy, something I hadn't done since my wild college days. Two, her fingers were making it hard to think straight.

"I mean, your son has a great cock and really knows how to use it," Amy continued, as she rubbed my pussy.

I involuntarily moaned at her description as well as her fingers.

"And God, I didn't know I was an ass slut, but your son ordered me to give it up to him and, well, once he plowed my shit hole I was addicted," she explained, continuing to tease my pussy.

"Oh God," I moaned, my second orgasm in half an hour rising quickly.

"Do you take it in the ass, Preity ?" She questioned.

I didn't answer as I enjoyed the pleasure she was giving me.

"Answer me, slut," she ordered.

I stammered, shocked at being called a slut by my son's girlfriend, as she tapped my clit roughly, "I-I-I used to."