I asked her “Why aren’t you squirting now?”
Amudha : “Squirt? How did you know these terms?”
Me : “Of course. I have been watching lots of porn. I have seen some videos like that”
Amudha : “Ok.. I squirt only when I do something rough, kinky, hardcore or dirty”
Me : “Like what? What exactly do you mean by this?”
Amudha : “No.. I can’t tell you all”
Me : You can’t use the word No when talking to me. Remember?
Amudha : Ok.. I always loved the rough and dirty ways of having sex. Weird sex positions. Gangbangs. BDSM etc.
Me : Did you really say BDSM? So you are also watching lots of porn.
Amudha : Of course. When you get a husband like your father I have to watch lots of porn.
Me : Oh. Yes. I was about to ask that. Tell me about father and also how you ended up being a prostitute for the pimp Rahul
Amudha : Your father stays here for 2 weeks hardly. Though he fucks me well those days, he never tried anything new. It was just the normal fuck in missionary position. I was getting sexually frustrated. After marriage he is the one, who made me watch porn. He used to be sexually active those days. But as years passed, he became a bit dumb on bed whereas my need for sex increased day by day. 3 Months back we had a party at the office. I was drunk and Rahul was near me. He exploited this situation and asked me how I was dealing with your father not present here. I tried to neglect him first.
“He kept on pestering me. His stubborn attitude and the alcohol effect on me made me give in. I told all my feelings to him. He took advantage of that and asked me if I would allow him to satisfy me. While asking so, he touched my pussy. You know what happens when someone does that. I gave in immediately. The next thing I knew was I was in his room nude hugging him. He decided to make money out of me by pimping me to people of kind I like. He used to get a guy every weekend. I had to do it for free. After our client fucks me, he takes a ride on me. Today he didn’t fuck me in pussy as he knew I was way to tired to take more.”
Me : “So.. What are the kinky things you have tried so far.”
Amudha : None except my wish to get fucked by a black man. Though I tell that gangbang, BDSM bring out the slut inside me, I can never try that for real. Especially in India. It is dangerous here. You can never trust anyone.
Me : Ok.. Thanks to this chat, I got an erection again.
Amudha : I am too tired for another fuck. Please leave me.
Me : Come on. I am the one who takes decision in this house hereafter. Now get up and walk with me.
She went to take her clothes. I asked her to leave the clothes there. We walked to the hall first. She was hesitant to enter. Our hall has many windows and it is visible from the apartment that is situated across the road. But people from there won’t be able to see clearly from there. I forced her to walk through that room. We went to her bedroom and I turned on the light. She asked what my plans are. I replied “Just shut up and do what I say”
The bedroom has 2 huge windows. I opened both of them and switched on the light. Her bedroom window faces the other 3 blocks of our apartments. Anyone looking through the window from the same floor in other blocks can clearly see what is going on there. Time was 11 PM and all the lights in other apartments were switched off. I assumed that everyone would be asleep.
She was reluctant to come near me. I dragged her holding her hands. She swore at me “Are you mad? Why do you want others to see us?” and scolded her “Do what I say bitch. Or else your deeds will be exposed to the whole world” I pushed her towards the window. Her hips were near the lower window pane. I made her bend so that the upper half of her body was now outside the window. Anybody from other blocks could see her now. I held her hair tightly pushing her head down on the window slab. Cold breeze stuck her boobs and her nipples became rock hard.
I fucked her as fast as possible. All of a sudden she started to moan and scream loudly outside the window. I could find some changes in her body movements. She started liking it. Her moans became louder and louder and all of a sudden what I wanted happened. She squirted liters of cum on the floor. Her legs were shaking hard and she was not even able to stand. She fell down on the floor. I fell over her and fucked her on the wet floor till I came. We slept in that position over her juices that night.
The next day we woke up together. Both of us brushed our teeth without wearing any dress. While she went to take bath, she closed the door. I banged at the door and blackmailed her to open the door. Our bathroom has both shower and a toilet. I sat on the toilet and asked her to take bath in front of me. She turned on the shower. The sight of water flowing through her white smooth body gave me immediate erection and I didn’t waste time to fuck her. I pushed her down on the toilet floor with water falling on her ass and I mounted her pussy from behind. I started fucking her. I took soap in hand and applied it all over her body.
Her smooth body became slippery after I applied soap. I applied soap all over her body including her face. I lay over her in that position, hugged her and started fucking her in that position. Both of us came within 3 minutes. But she didn’t squirt. Then I stood up and left. She took bath alone for some time. Then I took bath and both of us left.
This continued for about 2 months. Every day started and ended with me fucking my mom, Amudha. She was still being pimped by Rahul during weekends. I fucked her on the bedroom window all nights. She herself started asking me to do it after some days. She squirted all days during the first week when we fucked near the window. After that her squirting stopped. But still she liked to get fucked in open.
One night as usual, we were hugging each other nude and sleeping. The bell rang at around 11::50 pm. Both of us woke up. Amudha just put on a nightie without anything underneath. I wore a pair of shorts and t-shirt. We looked through the door to and found it was the next door bachelor Prem. I previously mentioned that each floor has 2 flats. In our opposite flat, two software engineer bachelors were staying. They were not much close to us. But we just used to wish each other when we crash into them anywhere. One of them is Prem and the other is Prakash.
We opened the door and Prem was standing there with a grin.
Prem : Hi Aunty, sorry to disturb you at this time. Tomorrow is Prakash’s birthday. I thought it would be better if you two could join rather than we both celebrating it alone.
Amudha : Oh.. We would love to join. Wait let me change the dress.
Prem : No worries aunty. This will be over soon. You look good in this dress.
Amudha : Ok. We will come.
We entered their room. They kept their apartment clean. The apartment looks exactly like ours. Prakash was sitting on the couch waiting for us. There was a cake on the table in the drawing room.
Amudha : OK.. Shall we start?
Prem : Wait aunty. I have a birthday song video. Let me play it.
Prem put on a CD on his player attached to the TV and played it. We were shocked to see what was played. It was taken from a HD video camera. It had my mother with the top half of her nude body outside our house window nude. Her boobs were clearly visible in the video. I was fucking her hard from behind. All her horny expressions were vividly captured.
My mom was too stunned to say anything and she fell on the couch next to Prakash. I asked Prem “Why did you do this?”. Prem replied “I have to ask the same question to you. But I know the answer. When you have a woman with such a hot body at home, you just can’t resist fucking her even though she is your mother.”
My mother who was silent till now spoke up “What do you want from us? Money?”
Prakash : “We don’t want to commit on one particular thing now. We earn well and we don’t want any money from you. We just want you to do whatever we ask you to do”
Amudha : “Means?”
Prakash : We want both of you as our slaves
Amudha : Slave for what?
Prakash : You are still having doubts in that regard? We want to use you for sex. You do whatever we say.
Amudha : No. I am not a prostitute to do things like that.
Prakash : At least prostitutes fuck people who give money. You fucked your own son. That is even worse.
Me : No guys. This is not going to happen.
Prakash : If this doesn’t happen, you know what else will happen. This video will be published in all the social networking sites.
Amudha : Please don’t do this to me. I will give you any amount of money you want.
Prem : Shut up bitch. We know what we want. As I told you today is Prakash’s birthday and you are his birthday gift.
Me : Mind your words.
Prakash : You mind your words you mother fucker. From now on, we will call both of you with whatever words we want. If you speak one word against it, this video is going to my facebook wall captioned my next house son fucking his own mother.
I had no reply for him.
Prem : Now, Amudha will you stop wasting time and get on with your duty. Prakash, shall we take her to bedroom?
Prakash : We will fuck her in all the rooms we have. Let us start in this room.
Prem : You are the birthday boy. You start the proceedings. I will join in the end
Prakash made my mom lie on the couch. He bent over her and kissed her lips. Amudha was reluctant. But he gave a slap and she started kissing him. Prakash kissed her deeply for a long time while squeezing her boobs. He told “Wow. It looks like you are not wearing your bra. Did we disturb you in the middle of a nice fuck?” Amudha nodded.
Prakash stopped what he did and told “I am curious. How all these things started between you two? I just couldn’t imagine how a son got guts to ask his mother to go to bed with him”
I explained everything that happened.
Prem : You bitch. You told you are not a prostitute. That is a fucking lie. You were a prostitute even before your son started fucking you. Now Prakash, don’t waste time and continue ravishing her body.
Prakash pulled Amudha’s nightie up slowly revealing her super-smooth fair body inch by inch. I got an instant erection. As I was not wearing any underwear, my erection was immediately visible on my shorts.
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