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Mallu MILF Lakshmi – Part 2 free porn video
Hello, My Dear Readers. Thank you for the positive comments on the first part of the story. As you can see, this is a slow story. It is told at a very leisurely pace, similar to my earlier attempt, Mallu MILF Asha. I hope you like it.
This is an immediate continuation, and reading the first part may make this more enjoyable. The story is narrated by Lakshmi herself.
Happy Reading!
“Have a look at this,” my son, Madhav, said, in a very blunt tone, handing over a photo, from inside his wardrobe, to Virat.
“Shit. Bro. Your mom looks exactly like Angel Liya. And, she also has everything that makes Angel the most wanted MILF. Fuck. But how did you even manage to get this photo in the first place?” Virat asked, not taking his eyes off the photo.
My shameless perverted son had, without any hesitation, handed over a photo of his own mother, for his friend to happily lust at. I had no idea about the picture he had secretly hidden and now shared with his friends.
But I knew I was very angry at what he had done. He had crossed the limit. There was just no need for him to do that.
“Man. This is unbelievable. Is the woman we just saw in the yellow kurti, the real Angel Liya? Or, should I ask if the slutty bitch riding the hard cocks, in all these porn videos, is your mom?! Hahaha! How did you get this picture, man? Look at your mom’s tits. Begging to be groped.”
Roshan said this to my son, seeing my photo, further making me feel humbled. But also more curious to know which photo of mine was being ogled at by his friends.
“Well. We are glad you had this photo of your mom with you. This is good enough to nut for a whole month. Look at those horny eyes!” Roshan made sure he made me feel completely degraded, as my own son, Madhav, only gleed.
Mrinal: Maddy. You always told us your mom was hot. But, we never thought she was this fucking hot!
Virat: So true, brother. The very first view I had of her, I felt my dick leak. But, after seeing this photo, ‘a proper milf who deserves a good pounding’ is the only way how I would like to define her.
Roshan: Maybe she already is getting laid with her young lovers.
Ajit: Poor your horny mom, Maddy. Cannot bring her studs home today, because her son is here. Haha!
Virat: But that is no problem. Her son has come home with 4 thick pricks to fill her in all possible ways she can think of.
Mrinal: Hahaha! Exactly. Such a hot mom.
I was furious, listening to what they had to say about me. And even more frustrated, seeing my son enjoying the explicit being showered on me. I was fuming, and I wanted to see the picture he gave them, just then. I wanted to know when he managed to click it.
And, I was trying to get a better view inside the room, getting myself closer towards the window. Then I noticed the size of their meat for the first time. I knew they were naked and had their penis exposed. But not once had I even felt like looking down at their genitals.
This was a purely accidental move from me, and nothing like what the boys planned and later executed. But, I could not stop admitting I was amused. I was already tired of everything happening around me. Though I felt thrilled to an extent, it also left me equally exhausted.
They all had cocks that were at least 7 inches in length and were very erect. They were all very easily bigger than my husband, Gopal, and their heavy balls looked filled with their thick loads.
I was surprised to see that my son was not only as long as them, but also thicker than all of them. It was indeed news, considering the fact that his dad had a penis that was 5 inches long, on his best days, but very very thin.
“What am I doing?!” I felt ashamed of myself for checking out the sizes of my own son, and boys just half my age. I felt worn out until something even more awful caught my attention.
“I am going to cover this hot MILF in my white sauce!” Virat almost proclaimed, before starting the act.
“Shit! No. No. Not this… Please… Just not this…” I said to myself, looking at what Virat was getting himself ready for. I could not believe it and felt already embarrassed. He was stroking his excited cock looking at my photo.
I had heard and read about so many instances of perverted men leaving their dirty stains over the photos of women in movie posters, advertisements, and even pages in the magazines. But, I had never ever thought a day would come where I would be at the receiving end of a cum tribute, and worse in front of my own eyes.
Virat, for a second, held the printed photo high in the air, in a position that helped his lust for my assets with greater vigor. And in the process helped me finally see the photo. I finally saw the photo of mine that they had, or rather the photo of mine my son happily gave them.
“Why did he keep it hidden? How did he get it? Who shot the picture?” I had asked this to myself a thousand times over the last few minutes.
But, one look at the photo, and I had all the answers to my questions. Because I knew it was I, myself, who gave him the opportunity to have this photo. I let him have it.
It was definitely a photo shot by my own son. And, also, I was posing for him. But, this was not what it was meant for. I did not let him click a picture of mine for him and his friends to find satisfaction with.
Not only was he misusing his own mother’s picture. He was also breaking the trust she had on him. I still remember how I posed for him, that day, after dressing up for the family get-together.
It was a purple-colored knee-length designer kurti that covered me. I had got it stitched just for the function. I looked very beautiful in it. There was no denying that. But, I also looked voluptuous.
The measurements had all gone wrong. It was a little too tight around my waist, and also made my bust look even bigger. I did feel it when I put it on. But did not expect it to make me appear so inviting until my son showed me the picture he clicked.
The dress looked very, very tight on me, and my boobs looked like fighting to pop out. I looked extremely vulgar. I felt I looked a little too teasing, which was unacceptable according to my standards.
“I should have tried it earlier. I just cannot go for the function dressed like this,” I clearly remember telling Madhav. I also asked him to delete the picture as I walked back to my room to change.
But he did not. He just did not delete his mother’s enticing picture. He kept it on his phone. He got the image printed. And, he hid the photo in his wardrobe. And, he now also offered it to his friends.
Not only did he dare to save his mother’s improper picture for his later ‘needs’, but he had also taken the effort to make her look even dirtier in the photo. I could make out looking at what Virat had in his hand.
It was not the original picture. It was a well thought and well-edited image. It was remade to suit his cravings. The focus was clearly on my breasts, and he had also zoomed in from the original picture he showed me that day. The work he did on the software easily made my tits look even more huge.
The angle he shot the picture had already made sure my melons were the center of attraction, and the final picture was exactly like the boys described it. I looked cheap and slutty. And, waiting to be groped.
I felt so devastated. I could no longer feel my breath. I could only wish this was never happening. But, my turmoil had not even begun!
Virat: Fucker. Don’t tell me. Fuck. Hahahaa!
Ajit: What is it, you dumb ass? Get done with it fast. I cannot wait to shoot my load on that whore mom!
Virat: Hahaha. Guys. Just look at this, guys.
Mrinal: What is it?
Virat: There are already stains of cum in this photo. This fucking bastard has been ejaculating on his mother for like ages. Hahaha.
Roshan: Fuck! Hahaha! So, it is no wonder that he gives cum tributes to the women we show him on Facebook and Instagram, without any hesitation.
Mrinal: Especially the women in our family.
Roshan: Especially our moms! Hahaha!
Ajit: I am glad you said that. The load he gave your Asha Mummy was the biggest I had ever seen.
Virat: I am sorry if I sound a little too rude. But anybody would give that to Asha Aunty. That is, in fact, the least one would want to do to her. Cover her in sticky spunk.
Mrinal: Asha Aunty is so hot, man. Her face alone makes me cum.
Roshan: Hahaha. My mom always finds her way into every sleazy conversation we have.
Virat: Oh, yes. But, let us not take the spotlight away from the man of the moment. Our dear Maddy, here, has just proved again that he is an expert in giving these lovely tributes!
Ajit: Hahaha. All thanks yo his hot slut mother!
Madhav: I was thinking about why you haven’t noticed it already.
Virat: Bloody motherfucker! You have been jizzing on her pictures all this while, and you only look pleased we found that out.
Ajit: You never told us your attraction towards your mother was at its peak, bro. We had no clue you were well on the way to make a move on her.
Virat: Fuck, yes. If he had given us the slightest of hints, we would have banged his curvy yummy mummy right in front of him, the very moment we set foot into the house. Maybe we would have visited her long before.
Mrinal: Maybe we would all have already fucked her, countless times, filling her holes in positions yet to be discovered.
Roshan: Maybe we would have even made her son pimp his mom. Well, of course, we don’t mind spending a hundred rupees on a dirty hairy cunt, do we? Hahaha!
I was not just embarrassed now. I felt completely traumatized. I felt ashamed of myself. But not just because of what I heard them say. But, also because I was back to feeling aroused. And, I hated myself for it.
My son, Madhav, had a sly smile throughout, listening to them. He only looked more gratified, seeing Virat bring my photo closer to his penis to ejaculate over it.
It had only been very little time since I had found out and confirmed my son was sexually attracted to me. But I just did not want to believe it. I just could not get in terms of the fact that he was lusting for me all this time.
And, more importantly, I could not convince myself how evil his want to see his own mother objectified was. I never felt it. Not even the smallest of hints. I never knew he was capable of imagining his own mother as any other woman who would give him sensual happiness.
I always felt my son shared everything with me. I felt he told me everything that happened in college. I felt he shared with me everything about his friends. I never knew that one day he would share me, his own mother, with his friends.
And, it was not because I was a naive woman. It was not because I knew nothing about incest. Or, the bigger sins that followed. It was because I loved him. It was because I trusted him.
Incest was a topic that had started to be very commonly discussed in the Whatsapp group that had my female classmates from college. I felt disgusted each time they brought it up.
Even though it was always the negative side of the strange phenomenon that was being talked about, I still felt it was an unnecessary topic. “Who would ever want to fuck his own mother?!” I always thought. At-least I was always sure my boy would never even think about it.
But my own son’s physical inclination towards his mother had already begun, well before. And, I had no idea about it, even as he continued to empty his balls thinking of me.
And, when I finally knew about it, it was not just my son finding pleasure at my expense. Still, his friends, too, took turns shooting their seeds for me, talking dirty, and humiliating me, in my own house!
To Be Continued.
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