Mallu MILF Asha 8211 Part 4
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Hello my dear readers, this is your mallu mummy Asha, again. Thank you so much for all the positive feedback and love so far, I am really excited to continue my story. Again, this is an immediate continuation of the earlier two parts and reading them first may make this more enjoyable.
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Multiple orgasms had almost caused my body to completely collapse and I was struggling to even move. By the time my naked body found its way outside my son Sanjay’s room, I was drained of energy and I literally crawled on all fours to my room.
My pussy, I could feel, was still dripping wet, and such was the silence surrounding me. I felt I could hear drops of my love juice spilling on the floor.
And though just a few seconds away from being totally knocked out, my newly defiled mind did not forget to imagine how it would be if somebody just pushed his hard cock up my asshole and fucked me doggy style right there.
“You dirty fucking bitch, let me make you my whore”, he would shout as he drilled my butt.
I looked at the clock and it was well past 7 in the evening. The nearest mall was at least 10 km away and even if I was okay with being out late and go shopping as planned earlier, I was just too tired for anything. Forget shopping or just walking, I could barely breathe.
My entire thought process seemed infected by this virus called LUST and my body was paying the price.
I dragged myself to the bathroom, opened the shower and just sat under it. It took more than 5 minutes for my body to feel any touch of the hot water coming down the shower – that’s how dead my body was.
I slowly found myself regaining my senses on the bathroom floor, trying to come to terms to everything that just happened.
However slutty I could claim I had become, the wife and the mother and the woman in me just could not accept the change. I had tears rolling down my eyes and I felt my heartbreak. But I could not help feeling the cravings of my pussy even then.
I looked down at my mature pussy which was now in contact with the water on the floor. I touched my pussy lips. I immediately let out a moan, one that was more out of pain than pleasure.
Stuffing the Deo bottle inside my cunt had left a huge gaping hole in my pussy and I wondered if my stretched pussy walls would ever come back to how it was just a few hours ago. My pussy was bruised.
I found myself thinking of Anil and his thin cock which was everything I craved for until today morning. I wondered if I can feel his tiny thin piece of meat inside my pussy ever again. My once tight pussy, Anil so easily filled, was now so wide open, so whore-like. I could just confirm he can never make me cum for him again.
“What if Anil just comes home tonight and what if he pounces on me for a quick fuck we have enjoyed so many times before?? Wouldn’t he feel like fucking a cheap whore with a loose dirty worked out pussy? Won’t it kill him to realize or just doubt if his wife has been a cheating slut and fucking behind his back?”
I was grieving, thinking how badly my actions were going to affect my loving trusting husband.
I was crying, filled with guilt and remorse. I felt devastated and all I was doing was desperately smashing my hands against the walls of the bathroom to take out my anger. As much as I wanted to get rid of the lustful dirt in my mind, destiny seemed to be adamant in turning me into a disgraceful sex-addict cock-monger.
My smashes on the wall caused the hand shower to fall down on the floor. And worse, it fell with the tiny force regulator on the side, directly hitting the ground.
“OOhhh”, I groaned, as I felt the warm water splash on my pussy lips, forcing my attention on the fallen hand shower. The force regulator had become active with the fall and with every two seconds, the force of water coming out was increasing. The warm water flowed in between my thick inner thighs, finding its way towards my pussy.
It was getting hotter in the shower and the steam was arousing my pussy. I was now sitting laid back against the wall of the bathroom, relaxed, with my legs stretched out just a bit and my knees bent in an inverted ‘V’.
The water was flowing out faster from the hand shower and at the same pace, I was spreading my thighs further apart to have more and more water flow into my glorious mature love hole.
The warmth of the water reminded me of the warmth a young hot virgin cock would have. And I wanted to feel the heat deep inside me. I grabbed the hand shower and positioned it right in front of the opening of my pussy.
“MMMMM”, I had my wet tongue licking my lips while my other hand moved from my thick black hair to my hot suckable neck an then to my busty left boob, pinching my unbelievably erect nipple.
I was now moving my hips in tandem while thoroughly enjoying masturbating in the shower like a virgin 18-year-old would. The water was coming out with good force now and I tried to control with force. And to my utter shock, I realized that the regulator was broken.
“FUCK”, I gasped. Though the pleasure was intense and the force of water hitting straight against my clit had already made squirt multiple times, I was scared and I felt helpless for a moment. But I was so turned on and in my state of extreme sexual intoxication, instead of panicking, I pushed the 2-inch round head of the hand shower right inside my pussy hole.
The hot water was being jetted inside my hole in uncontrollable speed and I was squirting non-stop, and even peeing. I could feel stinky hot yellow urine leak out of my pussy, along my inner thighs and towards my asshole.
Soon, I was breathless. I felt like in a whole new world. My eyes rolled up and I could feel myself biting my lips extra hard. I could not classify if it was a crazy dream or if I was hallucinating or if it was real for what was playing before my eyes were more than what I could imagine in my wildest dreams. But such was the originality.
My two sons, Sanjay and Roshan stood right in front of me, stroking their thick hard cocks, asking me to take them in my mouth one by one. And then my daughter Shwetha, sucking and licking a black dildo which she pulled out of her love hole was asking me to eat her ripe pink pussy. My dirty poisoned mind had totally lost it.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHOOOOOOO”, I moaned like I let out a war cry, somehow managing to close the hand shower at the same time.
The orgasm sent shivers down my body like I had been electrocuted. But, unlike the others I had today, this one actually woke me up. The sexual energy that was injected into my body was greater than any Viagra could give.
I grabbed the tap and raised myself up. I was finally standing firm and my wet MILF body was shining in the mirror. My clean shaven pussy looked like a precious diamond – sparkling and waiting to be hunted, owned and treasured.
Walking out of the bathroom with my body still dripping wet, I switched off the lights in my room. And for a second, I looked outside from the window. I could imagine seeing myself walking around the neighborhood in the mornings, maybe on the way back from the supermarket or just talking to the other women living in the surrounding houses.
I was always dressed in the most decent way any woman would and yet had men around me trying to catch glimpses of my body’s hot movements, ogling at my creamy curvy structure. I had a sly smile on my face when I further realized that the innocent pure honest Asha was a woman of the past now.
It was dark outside with just a few street lights and almost all houses had their lights off. The residents of the house just next to mine, Aryan and Pavithra, a young couple in their twenties, drove their car into the property, maybe after a movie date, I thought.
Looking at them, I could see the intimacy Anil and I always shared in our younger days and even until so recently.
“They are not normal like us”, I have so often heard my neighbourhood friends Bincy and Nita say, but I felt they were a beautiful couple.
Just two blocks away was a boys hostel and I could see a few of them up on the terrace and talking on their phones.
“Good for their girlfriends”, I giggled. “Do you think they can see me in here?? Naaaa!!”.
It was almost 12 at night and there was still one whole day, and a few more hours before Sanjay was going to be home.
“Excited?”, I asked myself.
“More about what is going to happen to me tomorrow than Sanju coming home”, I replied to my own question.
I checked my phone and saw I had missed calls from Anil and Shwetha. I kept my phone aside and just lay on my bed, still wet and naked and slowly falling asleep.
To be continued.
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