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My Amma’s Blouse – Part 2 (The Fantasy) free porn video
Do you know how it feels when you kiss?
The warm breath that you feel on your skin, the soft contact and squeezing of the lips, the tickly hide-n-seek played by the tongues inside the mouth, the saliva exchange. It’s the best sensation I’ve ever felt, better than sex because it lasts as long as you want.
As long as you have a partner willing to lend her lips. In my case, my partner is my amma (mother). My father died and left behind a very young beautiful widow. Although my amma has overcome the financial problem by starting tailoring job, there is something still missing from her life.
A life partner that she deserves, someone who would love her emotionally, physically, sexually while she is in her best years of life. As a son, I was there to emotionally support her, but sexually? Till a couple of months ago, I wouldn’t even think of doing such things to her.
But the situation has changed. She is no longer just a mother to me. I have had to myself take up the responsibility to satisfy her fully and so I did. There was no exchange of words. Just warm kisses as I gently pressed my face against her’s. My hands were shaking as I lowered them to undress her.
But she firmly guided my hands so I could remove her sari, unhook her blouse and take the underwear off, all while still kissing. As I stripped her entirely out of her clothes, she did the same for me. Unbuttoning my shirt, pulling down my pants.
Within a couple of minutes, we both were completely naked and wrapped in each other’s arms. For a moment I just wanted to sit at a distance and admire her beautiful body making her turn around and show herself to me. I have seen her in underwear before but never fully nude.
But that was not the right moment, the feeling of her warm body on me was extremely pleasuring for me to do anything else. Her Double D breasts pressing against my chest, our birthing organs rubbing against each other and our lips in contact all this time. It was overloading my senses.
That voluptuous body I was feeling all over. Those huge breasts that persistently teased me with their cleavage. Those perky nipples that got hard after I squeezed with my thumbs. Running my hands down her slightly big belly and grabbing her bum. Massaging those butt cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling them apart to reveal the hole in between.
Rubbing my dick over the slits of her vagina as I stared deep into her innocent eyes. I knew that any moment we were going to engage into something unexpected, something forbidden; the sweet taboo. All I had to do was ask,
“Amma I want to have sex with you. Will you…?”
This was easy, perhaps too easy. I know it was my birthday and that amma would do anything for me. But asking this from her would be perhaps too much. As I shared my fantasy with my best friend Arjun, the expressions on his face scared me.
What if my amma felt the same? Or worse. What if she beats me as a punishment? What if she throws me out of the house? Or what if she locks herself in the house? What if she leaves me never to be seen again?
The reward was high but so were the risks and the conflict to choose which over which was tremendous. As I walked towards home I was still confused whether to ask her or not. And my friend Arjun, he was not helping. He was trying to explain to me how incest is wrong although he couldn’t convince me why it is wrong.
While we walked towards home, Arjun kept talking while I continued to think. “Aree Jegan, how are you? How is Jayah?” asked a skinny thin mustache man. He was a raggedly dressed middle-aged vegetable seller standing at the roadside who called me as I walked.
“Ta..ra..n.” I grunted his name in a low tone as I felt like punching his disfigured teeth in and dropping him on the ground. “Tharki (pervert) saala,” I told Arjun as we continued to walk without responding to Taran’s question. Ever since that fucking tailor suggested my mother wear those low cut blouses, her huge exposed cleavage was attracting many sexual predators.
This Taran was one of them. I didn’t realize this at first. He was selling us vegetables at a lower rate as a condolence after my father passed away. At times he was kind enough to deliver the vegetables at home in the evening. But slowly a pattern emerged.
Taran was a hardworking man and would personally handpick the vegetables to any customer that arrive. But it happened quite a few times that whenever my mother came to him, he would be suddenly busy on his phone. Just so he could see my amma bend over to pick the veggies while he ogled her chest.
He even reduced the height of the table so that she would have to bend further down. The times when he delivered the vegetables home, would always coincide with when Raja the ugly tailor was home. The other day I was pretty sure that I saw someone peeping through the window while my amma was in her underwear trying on the new blouse.
“What an asshole!” Arjun cursed as we continued to walk. “Why didn’t you catch him?” he asked. But I had no words that would convince him. Thankfully before he demanded the answer, Arjun saw someone and went to help. It was an old man who fell on the road.
“Dada Broju,” I grunted, yet again. While Arjun got him settled on a bench roadside, I didn’t buy his bluff. He was the other pervert, a level higher than Taran I must say. “Don’t believe that old fart,” I said to Arjun as we took our final steps towards home.
“I’ve seen him fall countless times whenever amma was around just so he could feel her breasts when she picked him up.” Arjun was shocked to hear this but I have learned it by then, ‘Old man doesn’t mean good man.’
“There was this one time…” I continued, “… he planned it such that he fell on her chest with his face wedged in her cleavage. Then grabbing her tits with his hands he tried to shove his face deeper while pretending to do the opposite.”
Arjun was speechless as we walked towards the doorstep. I was about to ring the bell when I heard voices from inside. We went around and peeped through an open window. It was that haraami Raja with another one of his lessons. My mother was in her white bra-panty while he stood behind her.
While she was wearing the blouse, he was rubbing his erection on her butt. Amma pretended to not notice. “This has to stop, why do you put up with these perverts?” he asked me again as we hid under the window to avoid suspicion. He asked but I couldn’t reply as I can’t tell Arjun one little secret of mine.
The fact that I once dreamed my mother having sex with all three at the same time while the entire neighborhood watched from outside the windows. The worst part was that I was sitting on the bed but I didn’t stop them. Although I don’t want this to happen in reality, I liked fantasizing my amma having sex with different men in the neighborhood.
I was sitting on the bed with a boner in my pants. I was stroking it hard as I saw amma being violated through all three of her holes. They had kept amma on a table completely nude. Broju the old man who very much shorter than amma had his head rested on her chest using her right boob as a pillow while he played with her left tit.
His dick was shoved deep in her pussy at the same time. Meanwhile, Raju, the bald tailor had her legs spread apart and pounding her asshole. And the third, Taran, the vegetable guy drilling inside her mouth as he rested his ass on her face. Meanwhile, my amma whose head was laid back was looking at me upside down as tears came out of her eyes and rolled down up her forehead.
All the perverted crowd meanwhile threw money from the window cheering my amma’s name, begging to let them in. I could see the pain in her eyes but my hand continued to milk my cock desperately waiting for my turn to cum. It was bad and yet it felt so good.
Although I cursed the perverts of the locality, I had started to enjoy seeing amma being teased. So how could I stop them from doing the same? “Tell me.” Arjun insisted as I snapped out of this fantasy. We were still hiding under the window.
It took me a while to plan the sentence that was on my mind since I started walking back home with my best friend Arjun. I took my time, thought about it and then I finally spoke.“Amma is still young and she has sexual urges,” I paused.
I took a deep breath as there was no turning back after what I will say, “There is only one way to keep her away from these perverts. If I can’t have sex with her, it has to be you.” I was waiting for Arjun to react, but he didn’t. I hope he heard me clearly but he was frozen, motionless, as if dead that very instant.
To be continued.
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