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Hello, My Dear Readers. Thank you for all the messages appreciating the detailed storytelling in the second part of the story, compared to the first part. I have always asked for your feedback. I will definitely try to improve further, with the help of all your suggestions.
This is an immediate continuation of the happenings in the earlier part of the story. Reading it first may make this more enjoyable. Happy Reading!
By the time Neema and Arun had reached the resort, they booked for their stay, it was well past 7 in the evening. It was the peak season in Goa and was very crowded.
The resort was by the beach and comprised of a 6 storey building, as well as cottages, designed in the model of a shack. The shacks were a big hit among the young couples visiting the property and were only meters away from the sea.
Neema and Arun, though not the traditional couple, chose to stay in one of these shacks. They really wanted to be adventurous during their honeymoon and opted for the shacks that had no fixed doors.
Only a very thin transparent fabric covered the entrance, and anybody could see through. Even the bathroom, on the side of the room, had no fixed walls.
It was as if the hotel management encouraged the guests to look inside the other rooms. Anybody who wanted to, could just stand by the non-existent door, and relish at the sight of the couple, inside, enjoying their private and intimate moments.
Arun started kissing his mother the moment they got inside their room. He could not hold back after having spent hours watching his mother’s body being exploited and thinking all about it. Neema herself was waiting to be pounced at and had started removing her dress even before she entered the room.
By the time Arun got his shorts off, his mother had nothing on her body. Her red strapless bra was already taken away inside the plane. And the pair of brown panties, she was forced to wear, by the pilots, was taken off by her, when she sat in the reception, itself, as Arun filled the check-in form.
Sitting in the chair, next to him, she pulled down her dirty, yet soaked, underwear. And left it on Arun’s shorts, over his crotch, greatly surprising him. He was never used to this kinky twisted side of his mother. And it was exciting him, even more.
“Do you want to keep it? Maybe as a souvenir for everything that happened today.” Neema asked Arun, in his ears.
“Wait. I will tell you. I have an idea,” Arun replied. He had seen his mother with other men, throughout the day. He was okay with it, too. But, it was only now he thought about how much his mother would have actually enjoyed it.
He was seriously wondering if her humiliation had brought out the slutty tease hiding inside her. Or was this was just the beginning of greater sensual things to come. Whatever the answer was, Arun had started to wish he could see more men crave for his hot mother.
“Give it to the room-boy, as a tip,” Arun told Neema, looking at the young guy, helping them with their bags. Neema was in a hurry to undress, and submit herself to her son. She already had the straps of her low neck body-con dress down her shoulders.
Her boobs popped out, considerably. The young room-boy was turning around to steal a glimpse of the hot siren, throughout their 5-minute walk, from the main building to the cottage section.
She had caught him ogle at her. Though she covered her exposed hooters, in reflex, she never really wanted him to stop giving her attention. The hardness of his young cock was pushing out through his black uniform pants. It suggested how much the room-boy was enjoying the sight of Neema’s assets.
“Wait!” she said, as he was about to leave, keeping their bags on the small veranda, by the shack. Neema looked at Arun, one more time, and walked towards the room-boy.
Making her yellow handbag fall, on purpose. She bent down to pick it up, revealing her irresistible deep cleavage to the stunned youngster. Neema looked straight into his eyes for a good 5 seconds. She was making sure he had an unforgettable view of her.
Taking out the dirty pair of panties from her bag, she handed it to the room-boy. He gladly accepted it. It was the biggest tip he had ever received, and worth more than any amount of money, to him, then. He just couldn’t wait to smell Neema, in it.
But, before he moved an inch, Neema went further closer and took the panties back from him. Winking at him, she put her hand in his stiff pocket, touching his hard cock, with her soft hand, as left the thin piece of fabric inside.
Walking back to the reception, he looked back at the shack, thinking how lucky Arun was to have a woman like Neema. They were already kissing each-other, and anybody who saw them together would never guess how they were related.
Neema was starting to tempt other men. Arun seemed to have greatly liked it. He was seeing a change in his shy mother. She felt the same about her dominant, yet protective, son.
“Did I hurt you, Baby? Are you angry at me?” Neema asked Arun, kissing him back, passionately.
“No, Mummy. It wasn’t your fault,” Arun was biting his mother’s creamy neck, as he said that.
“Did you feel let down? Did you feel I cheated on you?” Neema asked, guiding her son’s hands to her boobies.
“Why? No, Mummy. I am fine as long as you are okay and safe,” Arun replied, groping his mother’s tits.
“You know they made me cum….” Neema bit her lower lips, as she felt her nippled being pinched.
“It’s okay, Mummy,” Arun certainly was triggered by his mother repeating her confession, and mauled her melons, hurting her.
“Reclaim me, Arun. Punish me. Fuck me hard!” Neema was feeling pleasure and pain and almost shouted.
Arun pushed his mother onto the bed and started fucking her in the missionary position, immediately. Neema was moaning but soon started screaming as he squeezed her milky jugs.
“Did you like watching your naughty Mummy being used?” Neema asked Arun, driving him to increase the speed of his thrusts.
“Did you enjoy seeing their hands all over my body?” Neema followed it up with her next question. But Arun was already imagining it was one of the four men, who defiled his mother in the morning, that was ramming her cunt.
“The pilots… They made me drunk their cum, Arun. Did you taste them on my lips, when you kissed me?” Neema was panting when she completed it. But Arun responded by putting his tongue inside her mouth, straight away.
The seeds for more wicked and forbidden sins were slowly being sown inside, both, Neema and her son, Arun. Nothing was said to acknowledge the transformation, but their minds and bodies could feel it.
Though not intentionally, they had kept the lights on, inside their room. It was cheered with whistles and claps, by the guests, in the resort, as they passed the shack. And each time, Arun felt his mother’s love hole overflow, and he in-turn drilled her with greater force.
They had great sex but that wasn’t going to be enough for their special night. It was the first time they were staying away from home, without Deepak. But more importantly, this was the first time they were on their own after the mother and son fell in love. This was their honeymoon.
It was late at night, and they decided to sneak out, just like they always did at home, once Deepak was asleep. Neema thought about all those nights, she went back to her husband’s bed and slept with her son’s semen inside her holes.
Their cottage was the closest to the beach. Arun made his mother walk out naked onto the coast. Pure, unfiltered, lust spread across the white sands as Neema stepped foot on it.
The light of the moon on Neema’s bare body made her moist pussy shine bright. And when Arun looked at his uncovered mother, her hard nipples appeared like pearls, waiting to be taken and treasured.
Arun himself had only his black trunks on him. He directed his mother to walk towards a small fishing board, that was parked on the beach. He sat on the wooden plank, by the edge of the boat. He watched Neema’s busty boobs bounce, as she made her way towards him, struggling on the uneven surface.
Pushing his trunks down, Arun helped his mother sit on his rock hard dick. Neema’s dripping pussy easily swallowed his meat. He pressed her sour breasts, indicating to ride him harder.
Arun then held her curvy waist tight, and made her jump higher, with the entire length of his cock, sliding in each time.
“I promised you sex in the open, and I have given it to you, Arun. I love you. You are my everything, my dear son,” Neema said, breathing heavily, as she wailed, nearing an orgasm.
“I have already fucked you on the terrace, Mummy. What you promised me was open sex in daylight. And you better keep your word. Because I want it tomorrow morning,” Arun grinned, pushing his cock inside his mother’s horny love hole, deeper.
“You are a dirty greedy bastard!” Neema groaned, ejaculating her hot juices.
Arun, too, climaxed, and came inside her, just seconds later. But, still, continued fucking his mother, as he sucked her heavy tankers.
They had no idea if anybody was watching them, or if there were anyone else on the beach. Honestly, they did not care.
All Neema and Arun knew, was that it was only the two of them having their hands on their bodies. And they were glad they were back to loving each other, and making each other cum. At least for the time being.
But deep inside, they both wanted more for each-other. They were both ready for more. They were both ready to take their relationship to the next level. They both wished they could satisfy their darkest fantasies.
Neema wanted to shed her inhibitions, and her secret lust-filled dreams were all going to soon come true. And simultaneously, Arun’s hidden desire to see his mother further objectified was also going to be fulfilled.
To be continued.
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