This is a real story, a raw slice of my life. My name’s Shivam, and there are four of us at home—Mom, Dad, me, and my younger sister. My sister’s 19, studying in 11th grade. I’m 24, grinding away for government exams. My mom, Meena Kumari, is 45, with a killer 36-30-38 figure she’s somehow kept tight. Her big, juicy tits and thick, round ass could make any guy’s cock twitch. I’ve jerked off thinking about her more times than I can count. We’re from a village, but Dad’s labor job brought us to the city, where we rent a 2BHK flat. Some of Dad’s work buddies live in the other room—three guys, Ramesh, Suresh, and Vijay. They’d swing by for tea sometimes, being Dad’s close friends, and Mom was super friendly with them, too.
Mom often sent me out in the afternoons, either to run errands or play games. I started noticing how close she was with those guys, and suspicion crept in. One day, I decided to stay home, pretending to study. I was up on the roof, books spread out, while Mom was downstairs. Then Ramesh, one of the guys, showed up and plopped down in our room. I figured he was there for lunch and went back to my books. From the roof, I could see right into the kitchen. Mom was at the sink, washing dishes, rocking a red saree with a low-cut blouse, looking like a total desi MILF. Then I saw Ramesh sneak up behind her, grab her waist, and press his cock against her ass through the saree. Mom didn’t say a word, just kept washing dishes. I was fucking shocked—why wasn’t she stopping him? I hid and kept watching.
Ramesh slid his hands up, grabbing Mom’s tits, rubbing his cock harder against her ass. My dick got rock-hard watching this. I should’ve been pissed, but it was turning me on. He started squeezing her tits rough, and Mom was into it, her breathing heavy, her body leaning into him. Then he smacked her ass hard, yanked her saree up, and spanked her again, leaving her thick cheeks red. Mom let out a soft moan. He spun her around, pinned her against the wall, and started making out with her, his tongue deep in her mouth. His hands mauled her tits, his cock grinding against her pussy through the fabric. He lifted one of her legs, hiked the saree higher, and started rubbing her pussy with his fingers, fast and rough. Mom was losing it, moaning loud—ohhh, fuck… yes…—her pussy soaking wet.
Then he pushed her down to her knees, grabbed her hair, and pulled out his cock. It was huge, black, and thick, at least 8 inches. He tried shoving it in her mouth, but Mom resisted at first, shaking her head. He didn’t care, forcing his cock past her lips, gripping her head and fucking her mouth hard. Mom gagged, but soon she was sucking it like a pro, her lips wrapped tight around his shaft. He kept thrusting, hitting the back of her throat, calling her names the whole time.
Ramesh: “Suck it, you fucking slut. You call me over to fuck you, then act all shy when I pound you.”
Mom: “I won’t scream this time, just go slower, please.”
Ramesh: “Keep sucking, whore, I’m gonna fuck you senseless.”
After a bit, he pulled her up, lifted her leg again, and bunched her saree around her waist. Mom clung to his shoulders as he lined his fat cock up with her pussy. With one hard thrust, he buried it deep inside her, pinning her against the wall. Mom screamed, but he clamped a hand over her mouth to shut her up. Then he started fucking her hard, his cock slamming into her wet pussy, the sound of flesh slapping—thwap, thwap—filling the kitchen.
Ramesh: “How’s my cock feel, slut?”
Mom: “Ohhh… slow down, it hurts… fuck…”
Ramesh: “You’re a whore, and whores get fucked like this.”
Soon, Mom was moaning again—ohhh… fuck me… yes…—her pussy creaming around his cock. He kept sucking her lips, groping her tits, his thrusts relentless. Her fat ass jiggled with every pound, her saree bunched up at her waist. They fucked like animals for 30 minutes straight. My cock was throbbing so bad I started jerking off right there on the roof, cumming hard as I watched.
Then Ramesh pulled out, and Mom fixed her saree. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. I was stuck on the roof, only able to see the kitchen, but I had to know what was happening. I crept downstairs, heart pounding, and found the bedroom window slightly open. Peeking through the curtain, I saw Mom and Ramesh on the bed. Her saree was gone, leaving her in just a petticoat and blouse. Ramesh ripped off her blouse, tore off her bra, and her massive tits spilled out. He sucked her nipples hard, biting them, making Mom moan—fuck… harder…—her eyes shut tight in pleasure. He yanked her petticoat up, exposing her dripping pussy, glistening in the dim light. He shoved two fingers inside her, finger-fucking her fast, her juices coating his hand. Mom writhed on the bed, begging—ohhh… don’t stop… fuck me…
Ramesh: “Your pussy’s so fucking wet, slut. How many guys have you fucked?”
Mom: “Just you, baby… fuck me harder… ohhh…”
He spread her legs wide, climbed on top, and slid his cock back into her pussy, slow at first, letting her feel every inch. Mom gasped—ohhh… so big…—then he picked up the pace, pounding her so hard the bed creaked. Her tits bounced wildly, her moans echoing—fuck me… yes… harder…—as her pussy squelched with every thrust. He flipped her over, put her on all fours, and slapped her ass red. Grabbing her hips, he slammed his cock into her from behind, her thick ass shaking with each thrust. Mom screamed—fuck my pussy… don’t stop…—her face buried in the pillow.
He fucked her doggy-style for 20 minutes, then flipped her back onto her back, climbed on top, and pounded her missionary-style, his balls slapping against her ass. Mom’s nails dug into his back, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. Her screams were muffled as he covered her mouth, his thrusts brutal. Finally, he pulled out, jacked his cock, and shot his load all over her tits, thick ropes of cum dripping down her chest. Mom lay there, panting, her face flushed, hair a mess, looking like a fucked-out goddess.
I was losing my mind watching this. My cock was hard again, and I jerked off right there by the window, cumming so hard my legs shook. I slipped back to the roof, acting like nothing happened. Mom and Ramesh cleaned up, and he left after a quick tea. But my head was spinning. Why was Mom like this? Why did watching her get fucked turn me on so much? I needed to know if this was a regular thing, and if those other guys were in on it, too.
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