Dost Ke Papa Aur Meri Mummy Ka Nazayaz Sambandh 8211 Part 3
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Black tights and a very short mini-skirt. Call it a teenage rebellious mentality or whatever you like, but for me, not wearing underwear, was a new freedom of expression, an expression that empowered me and gave rise to new feelings of power, which brought to mind a comment I heard in a movie, "Brains, she does not need them, she has tits".
I smiled when I heard that one-liner, I had tits, albeit struggling to make their points (Pun intended), but they were developing nicely, and nice to feel too, even if I say so myself.
I was approaching that mid-teen crisis point in life, where a girls body is too slow to give the instantaneous results we crave, but is still desirable enough to those men who simply could not give a fuck how undernourished we look, because they just want to taste the sweetness of the nectar lubricating our pleasure holes, and be close to the warmth our bodies omit, surprised I say this, well this is common knowledge amongst we girls, that is why so many succumb and take booze and d**gs, we crave attention and men to tell us so, that's why mini-skirts and lack of underwear is so common, we invite men to look, comment, touch.
Mum was a district nurse, and believe it or not, I too had aspirations of following in her footsteps, so just after my mid teen birthday, for two months only, I went on her rounds with her as she visited her long list of in-house patients.
During those two months something became very clear about mummy, she was a very independent woman, and her relationships with her patients, especially some of the men, bordered on infidelity, but later when I questioned her, she put it down to the work she did, but remained coy, I admit to feeling a little fruity and having a head full of naughty thoughts.
'This man requires a bed bath', she said to me as we drove up into his driveway. I smiled somewhat meekly but strangely excited, would my mother let me watch, or make me stand outside?
We went into the house calling out we had arrived, to be met by his wife, an old lady who was very charming and pleasantly pleased to see me, 'Tea, Chelsea', she asked mum, as she took of her coat to reveal her toned body, straining hard against her uniform.
'Yes', Mum replied, 'My Chelsea, he will be pleased to see you', his wife said, with her eyes flowing over mothers sumptuous and full body, as she put the water into the kettle pot.
'Mariel', my mother said softly, 'I want you so see this', she said, and I looked at the old woman, who then looked at me, and nodded approvingly at the thought.
I took of my own coat and put it on the back of the seat I just vacated, and like mother adjusted my clothing in a similar fashion.
We entered his room, which was large, light and airy, to be greeted by an elderly man in his seventies, lying in a huge bed, 'Chelsea', he said as mother walked up to the bed, bent over and kissed him full on his mouth.
As she bent her breast can into contact with his hand and I could see his fingers flinch as he fondled her, mummy made no attempt to stop him, I just knew she must have felt him touch her, even if it was as indiscernible as it was, it was still and indecent touching, and I could feel my own nipples stiffen to what I had just witnessed.
Their faces were just inches apart as they spoke, more mummy doing the talking, 'How are you this morning'?
I honestly thought they were going to kiss each other again, I was shaking a little as I watched them converse, I felt like the proverbial fly on the wall, and my knees wobbled as mummy reiterated her intention to give him a bed bath, there was a naughtiness in her utterances, but the real shock came like a bolt out of the blue, as she placed her free hand on the duvet covering his cock, I watched as she closed her fingers and held him in her grasp, before rising and releasing him, she turned to me, her face bright and with a youthful glow, 'Look here', she said standing aside, 'I have brought my daughter Mariel, to meet you', and as she said it she stood aside to give him full access to me standing there, a little bemused, confused and intimidated.
I was invited to meet him and ushered to his bedside, but something happened as I was about to bend forward as mummy did, she told me to open my mouth and pushed something into it, 'Put it in his mouth to swallow' she said.
It was a tablet, and I held it between my teeth and bent forward, my lips brushing against his mouth, which was loose and open, and as I released it into his, it was stuck on my wet tongue, so I pushed it into his, and felt his lips closing around my tongue as he sucked on it.
Then I heard her say 'Now now'. My mother scolded him mockingly, 'She it way too young for that sort of stuff', and as I stood upright, I could feel the flush in my face and the deep excitement between my legs.
The tongue thing only lasted a few seconds, but long enough to have triggered a reaction, with something new and awakening.
I staggered back instead of taking a step, and mummy had saw the reaction, as she followed me with her eyes, which were intense, as if asking me, 'WTF'.
She turned back to the old man writhing in the bed, his mouth still sucking on my tongue, well I would think so as his wet mouth was still very evident on my own lips, my eyes drifted down to where mummy had felt him, and I wondered if my close encounter with him was making a difference, I could feel my tongue still stiff, as if he had sucked it from my mouth.
I turned as the old man's wife walked into the room carrying a tray with tea and scones, her face was as bright as mum's and her direct verbosity shocked me, 'Is he hard yet'?
Mum had sat down on the edge of the mattress and had taken hold of his hand, and place it in her lap, her hands covering his, but I could see his long thin fingers moving around as if trying to press into her crotch.
'Mariel administered it', she replied to the old man's wife query, as she held a cup to mother, and as she raised a hand to receive it, you could see how his fingers feverishly rubbed against her crotch.
'Here dear', she said and I looked up to see she was addressing me, extending her arm in my direction with a cup, but I declined and she put the cup back down.
She then walked around the bed to the side opposite mum and lifted the cover. I knew she could see him and I tilted my head for a better look myself, mum saw this and urged me to go and take a look, then sat back and awaited my reaction.
My mouth fell open, my eyes flashed at mum, who sat with a smile of 'Told you so', on her face, and his wife said, 'Go on, touch it'.
The man's cock was enormous, the closest I have seen to the 'Y-tube' sensation of a donkey chasing a man with his pants falling down.
I looked again at my mother as she sat there watching my every reaction, approving of the man's wife urgency of my handling him.
Mum had shifted from her seat to the edge of the mattress, and started to run her fingers through his sparse pate. She nursed him and fondled him as a c***d, all the time urging me to go in and take him, at first gently and timorous, but as my virgin hands handled the mass of flesh, with it's mixture of soft skin, and firm flesh hardening with each fondle, I began to enjoy my own endeavors, and could hear the old lady remark, on my being a natural, soon all ten inches of pleasure rose high above the duvet cover line, much to the joy of the two women observing my playful toying.
'I shall leave you two nurses to keep him happy', she said, but my mother fired back immediately, 'We shall leave my daughter to discover her own needs', she said, and stood up leaving me with this huge cock in my hands.
As the old lady left the room my mother turned and said, 'He cant produce any cum, so you're safe', and closed the door behind her.
I sat there my mind everywhere, I was on a sexual high even though I was not aware I was. He lay there quietly as I stroked him using long strokes reflecting his length, my fingers just brushing him as if scared to acknowledge they were doing so, but as he squirmed to my gentle fondling, there was a fierceness rising in me as if my own sense of urgency was breaking surface, and my fingers, just like my mothers held him firmly, and I bent forward and whispered into his ear, 'Do you want to fuck me', and I sat up and watched his face change as he looked at my youthful spirit and felt my firm grip on his cock, his head nodded and I with a sense of reluctance, released him, stood up, and ripped my clothes off.
I raised my right leg as I mounted his body, sitting astride his 70 plus frame, his massive cock lay on his belly and wet cunt on his balls.
I slid upwards onto its massive shaft, my wetness leaving a 'Snail trial'. It felt warm and rigid as it wormed its way between my opening labia, soon they say astride his enormity and as I wetted him I began sliding up and down his length, leaving his cock's head dry and exposed.
I was enjoying this feeling, my clitoris was crushed beneath my own weight, pushing down on his thick shaft, my own approaching pleasuring building at his expense, that was when I suddenly was interrupted by my mother approaching the bed.
She was angry, 'Put his fucking cock inside', and as if to emphasize her urgency, she reached down and pulled him up from under me and forced him inside.
I gasped as she did so, not from the violent manner in which she forcefully entered me, but the feeling of being opened so wide and being filled as full as the human vagina can be.
I tried to rise from him, but mother held me down on him and gradually I became accustomed to him being inside, then and only then did normal service resume, and she remained as I fucked this old man, which lasted another 15 minutes or so.
I rolled of of him and saw he was as rigid as he was when I mounted him, but then my mother was disrobing, it was her turn, and for the first time I saw her naked and the old man saw both of us, his eyes darting back and forth to our nude bodies, making mental comparisons, but mommy could not wait as she threw her leg over and reached down between her legs, and I saw her fingers encircle the old man and guide him into her, her buttocks covering his scrotum, she was well adapted to engorging such a massive cock, as she took both his hands and held them to her tits to play with, and started to hump him, not caring I was watching her.
My mother was a passionate woman who knew what she wanted from sex. She rocked and moaned without the slightest concern about embarrassment. She ground herself into his pubis, never rising on his shaft, his pubic hair looking as if it were hers, but she, like me, was bald down there, we both preferred the little girl look.
'I can feel him here', she said sporadically, as each word was uttered with each humping movement she made. Her long finger pointing the her belly button, he really must have been deep into her to feel that far inside.
I thought I might be embarrassed to watch my mother cum, but I was not, instead I was drawn closer to her, for sharing that most intimate of moments, for that long drawn out moment I could feel her achievement as his cock began to be seen moving in and out of her love canal, and as she peaked, she bent forward and let out a deep groan, everything on show, the enormity of her containing this massive cock inside her, her tight brown anus with its crinkly orifice, opening and closing as if it was searching to devour another man, this was the sort sex I craved for, and without realizing it, I was touching myself when my mother turned and caught me, 'Get back on here and finish yourself off', she said as she left the room naked and made her way to the toilet.
I sat in the car as she drove away from the house, 'Well, your opinion'?
I looked at her and just shook my head, then admitted I liked what I had experienced. She went on to tell me that her job was right for her, as sex was too important and the fact my father was a watcher other than a fucker, I soon realized there was another side to my parents relationship, but the knowledge my mother was fucking outside her marriage, brought us closer and yes we did things together, which included sex, entertaining men, while poor daddy could only watch his wife and daughter being screwed by some buck.
I smiled when I heard that one-liner, I had tits, albeit struggling to make their points (Pun intended), but they were developing nicely, and nice to feel too, even if I say so myself.
I was approaching that mid-teen crisis point in life, where a girls body is too slow to give the instantaneous results we crave, but is still desirable enough to those men who simply could not give a fuck how undernourished we look, because they just want to taste the sweetness of the nectar lubricating our pleasure holes, and be close to the warmth our bodies omit, surprised I say this, well this is common knowledge amongst we girls, that is why so many succumb and take booze and d**gs, we crave attention and men to tell us so, that's why mini-skirts and lack of underwear is so common, we invite men to look, comment, touch.
Mum was a district nurse, and believe it or not, I too had aspirations of following in her footsteps, so just after my mid teen birthday, for two months only, I went on her rounds with her as she visited her long list of in-house patients.
During those two months something became very clear about mummy, she was a very independent woman, and her relationships with her patients, especially some of the men, bordered on infidelity, but later when I questioned her, she put it down to the work she did, but remained coy, I admit to feeling a little fruity and having a head full of naughty thoughts.
'This man requires a bed bath', she said to me as we drove up into his driveway. I smiled somewhat meekly but strangely excited, would my mother let me watch, or make me stand outside?
We went into the house calling out we had arrived, to be met by his wife, an old lady who was very charming and pleasantly pleased to see me, 'Tea, Chelsea', she asked mum, as she took of her coat to reveal her toned body, straining hard against her uniform.
'Yes', Mum replied, 'My Chelsea, he will be pleased to see you', his wife said, with her eyes flowing over mothers sumptuous and full body, as she put the water into the kettle pot.
'Mariel', my mother said softly, 'I want you so see this', she said, and I looked at the old woman, who then looked at me, and nodded approvingly at the thought.
I took of my own coat and put it on the back of the seat I just vacated, and like mother adjusted my clothing in a similar fashion.
We entered his room, which was large, light and airy, to be greeted by an elderly man in his seventies, lying in a huge bed, 'Chelsea', he said as mother walked up to the bed, bent over and kissed him full on his mouth.
As she bent her breast can into contact with his hand and I could see his fingers flinch as he fondled her, mummy made no attempt to stop him, I just knew she must have felt him touch her, even if it was as indiscernible as it was, it was still and indecent touching, and I could feel my own nipples stiffen to what I had just witnessed.
Their faces were just inches apart as they spoke, more mummy doing the talking, 'How are you this morning'?
I honestly thought they were going to kiss each other again, I was shaking a little as I watched them converse, I felt like the proverbial fly on the wall, and my knees wobbled as mummy reiterated her intention to give him a bed bath, there was a naughtiness in her utterances, but the real shock came like a bolt out of the blue, as she placed her free hand on the duvet covering his cock, I watched as she closed her fingers and held him in her grasp, before rising and releasing him, she turned to me, her face bright and with a youthful glow, 'Look here', she said standing aside, 'I have brought my daughter Mariel, to meet you', and as she said it she stood aside to give him full access to me standing there, a little bemused, confused and intimidated.
I was invited to meet him and ushered to his bedside, but something happened as I was about to bend forward as mummy did, she told me to open my mouth and pushed something into it, 'Put it in his mouth to swallow' she said.
It was a tablet, and I held it between my teeth and bent forward, my lips brushing against his mouth, which was loose and open, and as I released it into his, it was stuck on my wet tongue, so I pushed it into his, and felt his lips closing around my tongue as he sucked on it.
Then I heard her say 'Now now'. My mother scolded him mockingly, 'She it way too young for that sort of stuff', and as I stood upright, I could feel the flush in my face and the deep excitement between my legs.
The tongue thing only lasted a few seconds, but long enough to have triggered a reaction, with something new and awakening.
I staggered back instead of taking a step, and mummy had saw the reaction, as she followed me with her eyes, which were intense, as if asking me, 'WTF'.
She turned back to the old man writhing in the bed, his mouth still sucking on my tongue, well I would think so as his wet mouth was still very evident on my own lips, my eyes drifted down to where mummy had felt him, and I wondered if my close encounter with him was making a difference, I could feel my tongue still stiff, as if he had sucked it from my mouth.
I turned as the old man's wife walked into the room carrying a tray with tea and scones, her face was as bright as mum's and her direct verbosity shocked me, 'Is he hard yet'?
Mum had sat down on the edge of the mattress and had taken hold of his hand, and place it in her lap, her hands covering his, but I could see his long thin fingers moving around as if trying to press into her crotch.
'Mariel administered it', she replied to the old man's wife query, as she held a cup to mother, and as she raised a hand to receive it, you could see how his fingers feverishly rubbed against her crotch.
'Here dear', she said and I looked up to see she was addressing me, extending her arm in my direction with a cup, but I declined and she put the cup back down.
She then walked around the bed to the side opposite mum and lifted the cover. I knew she could see him and I tilted my head for a better look myself, mum saw this and urged me to go and take a look, then sat back and awaited my reaction.
My mouth fell open, my eyes flashed at mum, who sat with a smile of 'Told you so', on her face, and his wife said, 'Go on, touch it'.
The man's cock was enormous, the closest I have seen to the 'Y-tube' sensation of a donkey chasing a man with his pants falling down.
I looked again at my mother as she sat there watching my every reaction, approving of the man's wife urgency of my handling him.
Mum had shifted from her seat to the edge of the mattress, and started to run her fingers through his sparse pate. She nursed him and fondled him as a c***d, all the time urging me to go in and take him, at first gently and timorous, but as my virgin hands handled the mass of flesh, with it's mixture of soft skin, and firm flesh hardening with each fondle, I began to enjoy my own endeavors, and could hear the old lady remark, on my being a natural, soon all ten inches of pleasure rose high above the duvet cover line, much to the joy of the two women observing my playful toying.
'I shall leave you two nurses to keep him happy', she said, but my mother fired back immediately, 'We shall leave my daughter to discover her own needs', she said, and stood up leaving me with this huge cock in my hands.
As the old lady left the room my mother turned and said, 'He cant produce any cum, so you're safe', and closed the door behind her.
I sat there my mind everywhere, I was on a sexual high even though I was not aware I was. He lay there quietly as I stroked him using long strokes reflecting his length, my fingers just brushing him as if scared to acknowledge they were doing so, but as he squirmed to my gentle fondling, there was a fierceness rising in me as if my own sense of urgency was breaking surface, and my fingers, just like my mothers held him firmly, and I bent forward and whispered into his ear, 'Do you want to fuck me', and I sat up and watched his face change as he looked at my youthful spirit and felt my firm grip on his cock, his head nodded and I with a sense of reluctance, released him, stood up, and ripped my clothes off.
I raised my right leg as I mounted his body, sitting astride his 70 plus frame, his massive cock lay on his belly and wet cunt on his balls.
I slid upwards onto its massive shaft, my wetness leaving a 'Snail trial'. It felt warm and rigid as it wormed its way between my opening labia, soon they say astride his enormity and as I wetted him I began sliding up and down his length, leaving his cock's head dry and exposed.
I was enjoying this feeling, my clitoris was crushed beneath my own weight, pushing down on his thick shaft, my own approaching pleasuring building at his expense, that was when I suddenly was interrupted by my mother approaching the bed.
She was angry, 'Put his fucking cock inside', and as if to emphasize her urgency, she reached down and pulled him up from under me and forced him inside.
I gasped as she did so, not from the violent manner in which she forcefully entered me, but the feeling of being opened so wide and being filled as full as the human vagina can be.
I tried to rise from him, but mother held me down on him and gradually I became accustomed to him being inside, then and only then did normal service resume, and she remained as I fucked this old man, which lasted another 15 minutes or so.
I rolled of of him and saw he was as rigid as he was when I mounted him, but then my mother was disrobing, it was her turn, and for the first time I saw her naked and the old man saw both of us, his eyes darting back and forth to our nude bodies, making mental comparisons, but mommy could not wait as she threw her leg over and reached down between her legs, and I saw her fingers encircle the old man and guide him into her, her buttocks covering his scrotum, she was well adapted to engorging such a massive cock, as she took both his hands and held them to her tits to play with, and started to hump him, not caring I was watching her.
My mother was a passionate woman who knew what she wanted from sex. She rocked and moaned without the slightest concern about embarrassment. She ground herself into his pubis, never rising on his shaft, his pubic hair looking as if it were hers, but she, like me, was bald down there, we both preferred the little girl look.
'I can feel him here', she said sporadically, as each word was uttered with each humping movement she made. Her long finger pointing the her belly button, he really must have been deep into her to feel that far inside.
I thought I might be embarrassed to watch my mother cum, but I was not, instead I was drawn closer to her, for sharing that most intimate of moments, for that long drawn out moment I could feel her achievement as his cock began to be seen moving in and out of her love canal, and as she peaked, she bent forward and let out a deep groan, everything on show, the enormity of her containing this massive cock inside her, her tight brown anus with its crinkly orifice, opening and closing as if it was searching to devour another man, this was the sort sex I craved for, and without realizing it, I was touching myself when my mother turned and caught me, 'Get back on here and finish yourself off', she said as she left the room naked and made her way to the toilet.
I sat in the car as she drove away from the house, 'Well, your opinion'?
I looked at her and just shook my head, then admitted I liked what I had experienced. She went on to tell me that her job was right for her, as sex was too important and the fact my father was a watcher other than a fucker, I soon realized there was another side to my parents relationship, but the knowledge my mother was fucking outside her marriage, brought us closer and yes we did things together, which included sex, entertaining men, while poor daddy could only watch his wife and daughter being screwed by some buck.
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