Hey guys, I’m Harpal, a 20-year-old from Shamli, a small town near Saharanpur. This is the true story that flipped my world upside down, a raw, filthy tale that’ll leave your cock throbbing and your mind spinning. My simple life shattered the day I found out my mom, Disha, was fucking our neighbor Rajesh. How it happened, when it started, and every dirty detail—I’m spilling it all. This story’s so hot, so nasty, you’ll be jerking off to it for nights.
My mom, Disha, is 33 but looks like a ripe 16-year-old. She’s fair, smooth, and so fucking sexy she could make a saint’s dick hard. Her figure’s a perfect 36-30-32. Those 36-inch tits? Firm, round, and so juicy you’d want to bury your face in them. Her ass? Two plump, jiggly melons that sway like a tease when she walks in a saree. When she sways her hips, sticking that ass out, the whole neighborhood—young studs and old perverts alike—gets a boner. Men dream of pounding her tight pussy or squeezing those thick cheeks, but only the boldest studs get to taste her dripping cunt.
Mom and Dad split years ago. Dad caught her screwing his buddy Dinesh, and that was it—divorce. Now it’s just me and Mom at home. After Dad left, Mom unleashed her inner slut. She loves sarees, but when she’s in the mood to fuck, she slips into tight salwar suits that hug her curves. Her tits practically burst out, like they’re begging to be freed. Her fair waist, deep navel, and swaying ass drive the neighborhood wild. They call her “Chhamiya,” and she just laughs, shaking her ass even more.
Lately, Mom’s been dolling up like crazy. Mornings start with long baths, rubbing soap over her glowing skin, especially her tits, pussy, and ass. Then she spends hours in front of the mirror—red lipstick, dark kohl, a big bindi, and silky hair left loose, so long and shiny it’d make your cock twitch. I’d leave for college at 10 AM, and when I got back at night, her bedroom looked like a fuck den: wet sheets, torn condoms, broken bangles, flower garlands, and sometimes her panties strewn around. Condoms? My head spun. Was Mom getting pounded by some guy’s cock? I wondered but never dared ask.
I’d seen her flirting with neighborhood guys, especially Rajesh, our neighbor. Rajesh, mid-30s, is a beast—broad chest, bulging biceps, and a thick cock that shows through his tight jeans. He runs a small shop but has a slick charm that makes women wet. He calls Mom “Disha Rani,” and she giggles, swaying her hips. I had my suspicions, but no proof.
About ten days ago, I came home early from college—classes got canceled. I raced home on my bike, thinking I’d chill with the TV. “Mom! I’m back!” I yelled, but the house was silent. I checked the kitchen, the courtyard—nothing. Then, from upstairs, I heard moans. “Ohhh… fuck… yes… mmm!” Sultry, desperate sounds, like someone was lost in a hard fuck. My heart pounded. I crept up the stairs, and the noises got louder. “Ahhh… harder… lick my pussy!” It was Mom’s voice.
I tiptoed to the upstairs room. The door was slightly ajar, and the sounds were raw, filthy. I peeked inside, and holy shit, my life changed forever. There was Mom, Disha, buck naked on the bed, legs spread wide, with Rajesh’s face buried in her pussy. She was thrusting her hips, grinding her cunt against his mouth. “Ohhh Rajesh… you lick so fucking good… drink my pussy juice!” she screamed.
I’d never seen Mom naked. In a saree, she was a goddess, but naked? She was a straight-up whore. Her fair skin glowed, her round tits bounced, and her thick ass jiggled. Her nipples were dark brown, surrounded by sexy dark circles. Her pussy? Pink, wet, and shaved clean, like a fresh flower. Rajesh was devouring it, and Mom was moaning, “Ahhh… fuck… yes… ohhh!” My cock stiffened in my pants.
Rajesh nibbled her pussy lips, and Mom yelped, “Oh fuck… easy… you’ll rip my cunt!” But he didn’t care. He shoved his tongue deep inside, and her hips bucked wildly. Then he flipped her over and growled, “Time for those tits, Disha Rani!” He attacked her breasts, sucking one nipple while squeezing the other. Mom screamed, “Fuck… suck harder… eat my tits!” He bit her nipples, sucked them raw, and Mom was losing it, moaning like a bitch in heat.
He moved lower, licking her smooth belly, then plunging his tongue into her deep navel. Mom whimpered, “Ohhh… fuck… yes…” Her navel glistened with his spit. She grabbed his hair and panted, “Rajesh, you gonna tease me all day or fuck my pussy raw?” He laughed, “Hold on, you slut, I’m gonna wreck your cunt and ass today!”
He spread her legs wider, staring at her dripping pussy. It was so wet his mouth watered. For two minutes, he just looked, then dove in, sucking her pussy lips hard. Mom screamed, “Fuck… lick it… drink my cum!” He rubbed her clit with his finger, and her hips shot up. His tongue fucked her deep, and when her white cream oozed out, he lapped it up like a dog. Mom was thrashing, moaning, “Ohhh… fuck… yes!”
Then he pulled her to her knees and said, “Taste my cock, Disha Rani!” He whipped out his 10-inch, 4-inch-thick monster cock, like a fucking horse. Mom gasped, “Holy shit, Rajesh, this cock’ll destroy my pussy!” She kissed it, then sucked it deep. Rajesh grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth down. She gagged, “Ugh… ugh…” Tears streamed down, but she took it deeper. He growled, “Suck it, you whore… taste my cum!” She blew him hard, and when he came, she swallowed every drop. Some cum dripped onto her tits, and she licked it off, smirking, “Fuck, your cum’s so thick!”
He pushed her onto the bed and said, “Now your pussy’s mine!” He lifted her legs, lined his cock with her wet hole, and slammed in. Mom screamed, “Oh fuck… your cock’s tearing my cunt!” He didn’t hold back, pounding her with wet, slapping sounds. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She moaned, “Fuck… yes… harder… ohhh!” He spit on her pussy and fucked her faster. Mom begged, “Harder… rip my pussy apart!”
For 25 minutes, he fucked her senseless—missionary, then her riding him, then legs on his shoulders. Her pussy was soaked, his cock sliding effortlessly. Finally, he unloaded inside her. Mom collapsed, panting, but he wasn’t done. “Your ass is next, my queen!” Mom laughed, “Go ahead, you bastard, fuck my ass too!”
He put her on all Fours, head down, ass up. Her round, juicy ass was perfection. He caressed it, kissed it, then spit on her tight asshole. Mom moaned, “Ohhh… fuck…” He tongued her ass, and she screamed, “Rajesh, you’re obsessed with my ass!” He slipped a finger in, then two, stretching her. She gasped, “Fuck… slow down!” But he didn’t listen.
He pressed his cock against her asshole and pushed hard. Mom screamed, “Ohhh… fuck… slow… you’ll tear my ass!” He eased in, then picked up speed. Her ass loosened, and he fucked her raw, slapping her cheeks. Mom moaned, “Fuck me… pound my ass!” He spit in her hole and fucked harder. For 30 minutes, he ravaged her ass, finally cumming deep inside. Mom collapsed, exhausted.
I watched from the door, my cock rock-hard. Then I had to piss and slipped away. Fifteen minutes later, I came back, and Rajesh was at it again. Mom said, “Hurry, Harpal’s coming home!” He growled, “Fine, I’ll fuck your mouth!” He shoved his cock in her throat. She gagged, “Ugh… ugh…” but sucked him deep. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed, saying, “Your cum’s like nectar!”
I was floored. My “innocent” mom was a total slut. Now I knew why Dad left—she’d fucked Dinesh, and now Rajesh owned her pussy and ass. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I jerked off six times, but it wasn’t enough.
The next day, I hid a camera in her room. Days later, Rajesh returned. He fucked her mouth, pussy, and ass again. Mom screamed, “Rajesh… destroy my cunt… make my ass a crater!” I recorded it and sold the video to a friend for 3000 rupees. It spread like wildfire—Shamli, UP, Delhi, Punjab.
One evening, Mom and I were eating dinner. Her phone pinged with the video. She watched herself getting fucked and froze, staring at me. She didn’t say a word. For months, she stopped inviting Rajesh over, but her pussy’s hunger couldn’t be tamed. Soon, she was back at it. My mom’s slutty saga didn’t end there, guys. This was just the start.