Ashok And My Innocent Mom 8211 The Prequel 2
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Hello friends! This is Sajaan Shridharan again with an exciting episode of Revathi and Ashok, the prequel to my story ‘Ashok Fucks Again’ and many more on ISS. Before Ashok started fucking my Mom – Revathi in front of me, they were romantically involved many times.
I was always a silent spectator of their sensual romance. This episode is an incident during the Vishu Pooja we always used to do every year. My father had not yet moved to Dubai. Ashok was his very good friend and often used to visit on weekends.
My father and Ashok would get drunk till late midnight. As my father would doze off, Ashok would romance with Mom in the kitchen and lawn many times. This episode is the beginning of their sexual romance.
The beginning:
She was standing near the cupboard, trying to fish out the remaining money she would need to purchase for the pooja the next day. The power was still out and she was managing with the daylight that seeped in through the window. I bumped into Ashok on my way to the stairs to the first floor.
He asked me to usher where mom was. I took him to our storeroom where she was still arranging and juggling things from the huge wooden almirah. She had tied her hair into a bun, revealing her semi-bare blouse that had two strings tied beautifully at the back.
She was wearing a white silk sari, the ones usually preferred by Malayalis to wear for temples and pooja. The hot weather had made her sweat and her curves shone brightly from the little light that entered the room. Ashok bit his lips under his thick mustache as he entered the room and glanced at her.
His intentions were clear to me when he said I should go and get her a glass of water. He was aware of the fact that Dad would busy talking to his office people. He wouldn’t interrupt his endeavor in the storeroom. I playfully left the room but I was quite nimble to get back soon.
The door was ajar but I dared not to enter. I chose to watch from a distance what was going on rather enter abruptly. The kind of person Ashok was, he wouldn’t bother even if I was there. Ashok was flirting with her from the back had still not made a move. He was breathing on her shoulder.
Mom was pretending that she is still working. She definitely had got a knot in her stomach and was afraid what next he going to do. He whispered something in her ear and freed her hair from the bun making it cascade over her shoulder. His hands had reached her hips and his arms pampered her curves.
They talked for a while which I could barely decipher. But I could make out he was trying to titillate her sexual feelings. After a few minutes of hush, he skillfully let her pallu fall down on the floor. He moved her locks of hair to kiss her shoulder.
A small peck on her back and I could see the tension arouse in the room. She rejected his advances and turned around to leave. As she turned, he pinned her on the closed door of the cupboard. He slipped his hands in her petticoat and released the knot of her sari.
It was a long silk white sari which would need him more time to peel it off. She stood there, frail and fragile with a loose sari messed around her legs. She dared not to face him and looked at the window right to her. She was trembling and her breasts took the rhythm of her breath.
Her blouse, though old fashioned revealed much of her midriff, making her tempting for Ashok. She was a bit plump at her belly and her navel was deep and oval which made it look more endearing. Ashok was quick as his hands reached her hips and drew her closer.
As she was facing sideways, he took no time to kiss her cheeks. A multiple pecks on her cheeks and neck. He made his teeth sink in her left cheek so she faces him. A droplet of sweat rolled off her forehead and Ashok pursed it under his lips. She seemed to be flattered and made herself let loose a bit.
She dared not to look up at him and choose to look at the floor as he pulled her near from the hip. His other hand touched her face, preparing to kiss her lips. He leaned over and lifted her face by the chin. She was stiff and didn’t know how to respond as she had never been kissed on the lips other than Ashok in her life.
He made a small bite on her nose and covered his lips over her. His dark lips and thick mustache covered the periphery of her mouth as he started chewing her tender pink skin in her mouth. His one hand positioned her face for his grip while the other on the hip entered the hem of her petticoat.
The petticoat strings were tight but he had gained enough vigor as the kiss continued. His fingers had reached her butt crack and his tongue managed to open her pursed lips. His body vividly touching hers. Her eyes were closed and her hands cuspated on his neck, encouraging him to get closer.
She savored his manly taste but didn’t know how to respond to his advances. Ashok liked to dominate over weak women like her who wouldn’t move and won’t say a word till he quenches his thirst. His kiss was wild, biting and mowing her face as he grabbed her ass in one hand.
The petticoat had fallen loose and I could see his hands plucking the flesh of her butts inside her panties. She moaned as he plundered his tongue in her. He continued kissing her neck as he moved her hair away, forcefully pulling her blouse off her shoulder.
He looked hungry for her breasts and cared not to remove her blouse with decency. He still maintained his calm and pulled open the strings of her blouse. He unfastened her bra and made it fall on the floor. She covered her breasts with her hands. Her breathing turning erratic as she stood semi-naked in front of him.
He lifted her in his arms and made her lay on an old sofa nearby. He undid his shirt made it rest on a hanger on the wall. The sari was all strewn around in the room till the sofa where she laid. Her eyes closed and her legs twinning. He came near her and pulled away the rest of the sari draped around her.
He climbed on the sofa beside her and turned her body facing him. Her back facing the door where I was watching. The window was open which threw light on their sweaty bodies. He made her unclasp her hands from her breasts and licked her underarms.
I could see a part of her swollen boob very near to which Ashok was twirling his tongue. His tanned body over her light naked skin looked sensual. He took her nipple between his lips for a while. He plucked it with his teeth till his mouth was full of milk. Droplets left a trail from his face and fell on her breasts.
He licked her nipples again as she caressed his head, allowing him to have all she could feed. It was a small sojourn. I waited to watch him feed on her breasts. His other hand had pulled her petticoat and panties down, fingering her butt crack.
I couldn’t resist myself more and wanted to enter the room. Was he going to fuck her? I was gloomy as this was their first encounter and the casual kiss was turning sexual. Ashok had kissed her on her lips on many occasions when he used to visit Dad.
He would enter the kitchen to ask for water and steel a kiss there. Her petticoat has slipped till her knees. Her bubbly ass looked the most beautiful in the world. Ashok was a naked monster, with his lungi still on. He quite was hairy on his chest and back and two times as dark as Mom.
He cajoled her with his kisses, sometimes making her gag when he would intrude her mouth with his tongue. She liked the taste of his saliva and the way he intimately ate her lips. The store was his beginning to eat her breasts and drink her milk.
It gave me goosebumps, a monster like Ashok fucking my Mom. Read in the next parts what happens in the storeroom?
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