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It was 5 am one Saturday morning when he woke me up. It was still dark outside. Our bedroom was illuminated by one small dim light in a corner. Further me having a blurry vision meant that I was unable to identify who it was from amongst my three husbands. All I could see was the thing that was a few inches away from me.
Despite being a mother in her early forties, five o’clock was too early for me to wake up. While I was asleep, I felt something being rubbed on my lips. At first, I thought it was a part of my dream. After all, in that dream, I was back in my hometown sucking on one blackcurrant ice-candy.
As my dream continued, I threw the leftover wooden stick in the trash and walked away with my girlfriends. Still, I felt something pressing against my lips. Slowly the dream faded away, but the cyclic pressure on my lips was consistent.
Rather it was increasing as if someone was forcing their way inside my mouth. When I opened my eyes, I saw the tip of a big dick hanging in front, just a couple of inches away from my face. The dick was erect, with the foreskin pulled back, exposing the pink tip completely.
As I said, I was unable to see whom this dick belonged to. Worst case scenario, a thief broke into our house. He saw me and thought, “Hey, why not fuck that hot MILF in bed,” and tried to force me while I was asleep.
Fortunately, I didn’t think about that possibility at that moment. Hence, I did not panic seeing a dick up close. Actually, this dick was familiar to me. I recognized it not by its appearance but by the fragrance of the talcum powder this guy had smeared all over his groin.
“Good boy,” I said in my mind. Still, that didn’t mean I knew who it was. All I could tell was that this narrowed down the possibility to three dicks. All three of them lived with me in the same house.
Seeing me awake, he did not hesitate. He pressed his dick against my lips, hinting at me to open it. When it touched this time, I could feel his transparent pre-cum on my lips. I pretended it was lip-gloss and rubbed my lips together to spread it all over like I do every winter morning.
Then taking my tongue out, I tasted his throbbing dick. The moment my tongue made contact, his body shivered, giving out a soft moan. Gently he made me open my mouth and stuck it in. This guy was hovering over my chest with his dick inside my mouth.
There wasn’t much of a place for me to move. Instead, he did all the thrusting. This started with a slow sensual blowjob. I could feel his dick pulsating, which is why he was not going fast. I let him define his own pace. Meanwhile, I simply kept my mouth open and licked to lubricate his shaft.
He kept on digging for two whole minutes when I felt my maxi being unbuttoned. This guy was flexible enough to arch backward and take my double DD breasts out to play with them. Popping out one at a time, he started pinching my erect pink nipples. This narrowed down the possibilities to two dicks.
“It can’t be my husband.”
I had this disappointing thought while I gently tapped my hand on the side, touching my husband sleeping next to me.
“No, this is someone else,” I said while continuing with the blowjob. At this point, you might be wondering what kind of a slut I am. “Her husband is sleeping beside her, and yet she has a cock of a stranger inside her mouth.”
Well, to answer that, I am a slut. I do not deny that. Rather I am proud of it. Also, this dick does not belong to a stranger, that’s for sure.
Five minutes pass and this guy was still gently fucking my mouth. I started feeling sleepy. My one hand was still on my sleeping-snoring husband. Then suddenly, his snoring stopped. Fearing my husband might wake up, he increased his pace.
At the climax point, I was sure he will have the urge to spray his juice on my bare chest. But I was too sleepy to get up and clean. So instead, I grabbed him by his balls, making him cum inside my mouth. The moment I felt the juices flowing, I swallowed it completely.
Strangely he didn’t generate much semen, meaning he had masturbated at least twice before coming to me. Further judging by the size of his balls, I realized it was my son Vikram.
“Oh, Vicky!” I gave out a soft moan, “I love your big balls,” I said, letting him know that I know it was him. Then instantly, I fell asleep, letting my breasts stay uncovered while I slept. It’s not like my neighbors were watching me sleep from their balcony.
Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, my bedroom window does open opposite our neighbors’ balcony. Still, I make sure to close the windows every night before we start our couple-lovemaking session. So no worries there.
“Oh, Vicky!” my voice echoed as I fell asleep again. Remembering these moans took me back when I had sex with him on the rooftop, behind the water tank. I was moaning so loudly that night. That was the day when only two of us were in the house.
You know, I hated that my boy declared to call himself ‘Vicky’ on his nineteenth birthday. I didn’t understand what was wrong with Vikram until that night. That night I realized that it’s just easier to say Vicky while moaning than Vikram.
“Vicky…ahh!” Dreaming about that night, I slept for two more hours.
It was close to seven when I woke up hearing the sounds of chanting. It was my handsome’s fit father in his sixties doing his daily breathing exercise. When I woke up, my mouth felt sticky with the stink of my son’s semen. So I decided to go for a bath directly.
Stepping outside the bedroom, I quietly walked to the bathroom. There I saw my father wearing nothing but just his white dhoti. Sitting on the floor of our entrance hall, deep in his breathing meditation exercise.
For a minute, I stood there observing him inhale with his nose and exhale from his mouth while chanting that one syllable. Just like every morning, that morning too, I was enchanted by his fitness and youth.
He had a full set of grey hair, a thick matching mustache, muscular arms, and a flat hairy chest. If observed carefully, I could see his six-pack abs which he had at the age of sixty!
Like a quiet pussy I tried walking to the bathroom without making noise. I didn’t want to disturb him for one specific reason. Unfortunately, my ghungroo gave away my presence. I realized that he caught me because he had a momentary wide smile on his face.
He continued with his meditation, but then he raised his hand to call me close. I got scared, “What if he smells my bad breath.” My father is strict about hygiene. He does not like me having bad breath or hairy pussy. This is why I shave my pubes every night before going to sleep.
I took walked slowly while letting him hear the sound of my ghungroo with every step. When I finally reached close to him, my groin was just a foot away from his face. I knew what was going to follow.
He gently raised both his hands, hinting me to bend down. Then rubbing his hands together, he placed his warm palms on my whitish eyes and fair flawless skin. He gently moved his hands over my dimple cheeks, chubby chin, slender neck, and shoulders.
Next, I had to lift my top to expose my chest to him. I wasn’t wearing any bra. I usually don’t while going to bed. My husband gets very frustrated when he struggles to unhook them.
Once my body was exposed, he ran his warm hands over my double D breasts, gently pinched my pink nipples. He felt the curvature of my 44-38-44 figure and flat belly. Finally, he grabbed me by my hip, slipped his fingers in, and pulled down my shalwar (with panty), exposing my bare hairless pussy.
Since he was sitting on the floor, my pussy was at his eye level. Not that he was looking. Father continued with his breathing exercise while keeping his eyes shut. But now he was inhaling with his nose and then breathing out the air from his mouth inside my pussy.
I could feel the vibrations of his chanting inside me. It felt as if he had placed a powerful vibrator inside my vagina. He kept repeating this process while I simply stood there, in the hall, with my body exposed. I feared, at any point, my husband or my son would come out and catch us in the act.
But there was no reason to worry as they never caught us the other 69 times we did it this year itself. He continued to pleasure me until I climaxed. The pleasure was unmeasurable. So I bit my lip hard when I was close to avoid gathering attention.
Once I was relieved, he gently slapped my butt and pulled up my shalwar such that I was decent again. I couldn’t believe that my father is the only guy till now who has managed to make me cum without sticking his dick in. When I say ‘my father,’ I mean my father, not my husband’s father.
As a matter of fact, my in-laws are religious farts who took ‘sanyas’ ten years ago. My in-laws strongly believed in abstinence. On the night of the wedding, my mother-in-law whispered in my ear, “Sex only once… for baby.”
If they were knowledgeable about scientific advancements, they would have used clinical methods to impregnate me with their son’s semen. No need for sex at all. I’m glad they are now gone. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to do such shameful acts in the house freely.
Done with the morning exercise with my father, I stepped inside the bathroom. There I turned on the light and quickly started undressing. While doing so, I scanned the bathroom from top to bottom as if I was looking for something.
It took me a while until I saw it hiding inside a wooden switch box of the geyser. My naughty son had made a hole in it and neatly placed a 4k video camera to record me while bathing.
“Maa! Don’t look at the camera!” he shouts every time after checking recorded footage.
What can I do? Although I am comfortable bathing while being recorded, I get very nervous. From time to time, I give a look at the camera. Unfortunately, Vikram does not like that. The first time he recorded me was long before we started having sex.
Actually, I wasn’t aware back then that he was recording me, which allowed me to give my ‘Best performance.’ according to him. A few months later, when we became sexually intimate, I asked him,
“Why do you still want to record me? If ever you wish to touch yourself, just call me. I’ll undress and let you see me naked. Or better, I will help you with… getting rid of your erection.”
Vikram didn’t answer me until a few weeks ago. He confessed that he uploads on a European premium access-only porn site called ‘Spy Cam Hub.’ There, the rule is that the woman in the video should not be aware of being recorded.
When I asked why he is doing this, he said he was doing it for extra pocket-money. Since the time he made me aware that he is recording me for money, Vikram started directing me, saying,
“Tomorrow, face your butt more towards the camera.”
“Tomorrow, try to lick your breasts.”
“Tomorrow, masturbate while facing the camera.”
Whenever Vikram directed me to touch myself, I used to sit on the bathroom floor and fantasize about my past memories of having sex.
“Did you think about me while doing it?” Vikram asked one day.
I said, “Yes,” but it was a lie. You see, my son has a big dick, but he is still inexperienced. The truth is, every time I masturbate, I return to the memory of when my father took my virginity.
Being a single dad, the upbringing of a daughter was difficult for him. He had to learn all the female stuff himself to teach me when I needed it. My father is the one who taught me about the maturing body, menstrual cycle, using pads, and also sex.
I still remember that night when he was explaining sex to me. I had recently turned nineteen and was engaged to Ranbir, my husband now. My father had bought pictures from Kamasutra to explain sex to me. At first, he planned on just talking about it.
Suddenly I requested him to show his penis. Then I asked, “I wanted to see it grow big.” Then he got me undressed to show where to put it. One thing led to another, and we ended up having hot steamy unprotected sex.
I loved it. But I was sad as I knew it was a one-time thing. That is until he said, “Call me Dharam and not papa whenever we do it in the future, okay?” he said while mischievously smooching me with full tongue action. Dharam pulled his dick out of my pussy and came on the floor.
I still remember how disgusted he was to see my unshaved pubic hair. The first thing he did was clean it using his blade. Only then he agreed to insert his dick inside me.
Recollecting that beautiful memory, I started masturbating again while resting naked on the bathroom floor. Actually, Vikram didn’t instruct me to masturbate that day. But I did it since I was feeling extra horny that morning.
While I was in the middle of the act, “Are you missing me.” said a male voice.
I opened my eyes to see my obese naked husband with his half-erect cock in front of me. He was smiling, looking down at me. It felt strange that he was making this move as Ranbir never fucks me whenever someone else is in the house. Unless it is past bedtime.
My suspicion grew as he tried to stuff his mediocre penis inside my mouth. I didn’t let it in until he said, “Father and our son have gone to the park.” That’s when I dropped my defense and let him pleasure me.
Ranbir had no clue that he was about to fuck me in front of a camera. He pulled me up and started kissing me on my tits. Ranbir had me pressed against the wall standing in front of me. At this point, I knew that nobody would be interested in seeing this man’s ugly fatty butt.
So I turned him over, making my bare back facing the camera instead.
“Feisty bitch! Love it… mmm.”
Ranbir obsessively played with my breasts. But then I pulled him up to give me a lover’s kiss. This made his dick hard, and instantly he was ready to put it in. Grabbing my hip, he thrust it in and started pounding me. Ranbir tried the best he could. But every time he got excited, his comparatively small dick fell out.
Don’t get me wrong. I can’t blame him for other big dicks loosening my pussy for him. But the truth is that his tool is small. So I turned and offered him the other hole. He was very happy to go anal. This tighter hole was a perfect fit for Ranbir’s size.
He fucked me hard with full excitement. Meanwhile, I pretended to enjoy it, making all sorts of moans and screams. At one point, I remember, we heard the main door unlock. Still, we didn’t stop. I simply turned the tap so that the noise of us fucking didn’t go out.
Having sex under the shower only made the scene sexier. Apparently, I was thoroughly enjoying the moment. I had to. After all, it was my responsibility to keep my viewer fans abroad entertained. To be honest, I was faking initially, but I learned to enjoy his mediocre penis as well.
We came together, hard, as I screamed at the top of my voice. That very instant, we feared, either my father or our son might walk in unannounced since we have a ‘no locking the bathroom door policy.’ Fortunately, nobody came.
That’s because earlier, when the main door was opened, Vikram had come to get his wallet, and then he left.
The weekend had just begun, and I knew more fun lay ahead. At this point, you must be convinced, thinking, “Clearly, she is lying.” Before you write that in the comments, let me confess, saying, “Yes, I am lying.”
All the things I told you till now were a lie. It was just a wet dream that started with having frequent secret sex with my fit father and a handsome son. It ended with all three of them spraying their cum on my naked body at the same time. It’s a lie because society wants it to be a lie.
After all the talks, women should be treated equally; equal right to education, equal employment opportunities, equal pay, and freedom to not be stuck as housewives/baby-making machines. There is one equality society never talks about – equal right to have frequent orgasms.
Society wants women to have the discomfort of menstruation, the pain of childbirth. But they don’t want women to enjoy the pleasures of sex. Why? Actually, I don’t fucking care what society wants.
I believe that a girl is supposed to enjoy every sexual experience right from puberty. First with her father when she matures into a woman. Then with her brother/husband during the golden years of pre-marriage/marriage.
Then from her son or son-in-law to fill in the gaps of the incompetence of her aging husband.
Fortunately, right now, I’ve got three competent men in my life who have made it a priority to keep me happy emotionally and sexually. The only thing that I don’t understand is why they pretend as if they don’t know that the other two guys in the house are also having sex with me.
Maybe I’ll have to ask them someday.
To be cunt-i-nude.
Did you like my story about ? Tell me what you think about it via email at [email protected]. Also, you might be wondering how all this started. I’ll tell you guys that if I get enough response on this story. Till then, bye. F.Y.I. my name is Anchal Vora.
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