Hey, I’m Sam from Bharuch, Gujarat, and this is a wild, true story about my girlfriend Priyanka’s mom, Monika, which she shared with me. It’s a steamy tale of how her mom got fucked by the milkman, and trust me, it’s so hot it’ll make your heart race. Priyanka told me this story in her own words, and I’m going to lay it all out for you in raw, unfiltered detail.
Monika, Priyanka’s mom, is 46 years old but looks like a total bombshell. Her figure is a jaw-dropping 38-32-34, and she’s 5 feet tall. She works in digital marketing, and damn, she’s kept herself in such killer shape that anyone who sees her goes crazy. She always wears sarees, and in them, her body looks absolutely fuckable—her long mangalsutra dangles down to her belly, her navel peeks out 2 inches below her saree, and her curvy waist and flat stomach could drive anyone wild. Her boobs and ass are so prominent that no one can resist staring. Her tight, sexy blouses show off her back and cleavage, and when she walks, her hips sway in a way that makes heads turn. That mangalsutra, swinging against her bare midriff, makes her look like a goddess you’d want to ravish.
Monika is from Bengal, and my girlfriend’s dad is from Gujarat. Their marriage was arranged by a distant relative. Monika’s a horny woman, always ready for sex, but she was a loyal, traditional Indian wife—until her husband got caught up in his import-export business in Mumbai. He started spending most of his time there, leaving Monika alone in their 2 BHK flat with just Priyanka. At the time, Priyanka was ** years old, and Monika was 36. For the past year, Monika had been satisfying herself with a dildo. Priyanka caught her mom multiple times, sliding that plastic cock in and out of her wet pussy.
They had a milkman named Ramlal who came every evening at 4 PM. He was around 45-50, a rugged, muscular guy with a height matching Monika’s. His rough face had a glint in his eyes, like he was always sizing something up. His body was strong, and his thick mustache gave him a raw, masculine vibe. He wore loose pants and a kurta, but you could tell he was packing something serious underneath.
One evening, Monika was feeling extra horny. She was always a horny woman, but that day, her pussy was practically throbbing with need. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy, like she was aching to be fucked. Priyanka was studying in her room, while Monika was in the living room. As Priyanka headed toward her mom, she heard soft moans echoing through the flat. She froze and peeked in. Monika had hiked her saree up to her waist, her legs spread wide, and she was fucking herself with her plastic dildo. Her eyes were closed, her moans—“Ohhh… fuck me…”—filling the air. One hand was squeezing her big tits, her mangalsutra swinging against her bare stomach as her saree’s pallu lay crumpled on the floor.
Just then, Ramlal called out, “Madam ji, milk!” He never rang the doorbell, just shouted. But that day, Monika had forgotten to lock the door. She was so lost in fucking her pussy that she didn’t hear him. Ramlal called out 3-4 times, and when no one answered, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. His eyes nearly popped out when he saw Monika, legs spread, dildo buried deep in her wet cunt. Her eyes were still closed, oblivious to him.
Ramlal stood there for a good two minutes, his gaze locked on her naked body. His hand slowly moved to his crotch, rubbing his hardening cock through his pants. It was rock-hard, bulging against the fabric, a wet spot forming from his precum. Then he slipped outside and banged on the door loudly. Monika’s eyes snapped open, and she scrambled to her feet, fixing her saree in a panic. She grabbed a vessel from the kitchen and went to the door to get the milk. Priyanka slipped into the living room, sat on the sofa, and watched the scene unfold.
As Monika bent to take the milk, Ramlal “accidentally” poured it onto her hand instead of the vessel, and it spilled all over the floor. He started apologizing, “Sorry, madam ji!” expecting a scolding. But Monika, still flustered, said, “It’s okay.” She went inside, grabbed a rag, and came back to clean the mess. Ramlal was still there and offered, “Madam ji, let me help.” She handed him the rag, and he started wiping the floor. As he did, Monika noticed his cock, fully erect, straining against his pants. Her eyes kept drifting to it, her pussy tingling at the sight. But she tried to stay composed—she was a loyal wife, after all. Ramlal, though, was shamelessly staring at her curves, his eyes roaming over her tits and waist.
After cleaning, he handed her the rag. When she bent to take it, her pallu slipped, revealing her deep cleavage. Ramlal’s eyes were glued to her tits, practically drooling. Monika caught him staring, quickly adjusted her pallu, and went inside with the rag. When she returned to lock the door, Ramlal was still standing there, his hard cock clearly visible. He placed a hand on it, looked her dead in the eyes, and said, “Madam ji, give me a chance to serve you.” He continued, “You’re thirsty, aren’t you? Your husband’s never here, and my wife’s back in the village. I won’t disappoint you—I’ll quench your thirst, and no one will ever know.”
Monika scolded him and shooed him away, but his words shook her. That night, she couldn’t stop thinking about his bulging cock. Her pussy ached, and she fucked herself harder with her dildo, imagining it was him. The next day, when Ramlal came back, he kept staring, rubbing his cock through his pants. Monika’s mind was consumed by him—she was wet all the time, her body craving his touch.
This went on for 5-6 days. Then, one Sunday, Priyanka was studying in her room when Ramlal arrived. This time, he didn’t call out. He quietly opened the door and slipped inside, heading straight to Monika’s room. He peeked in and saw her on the bed, legs spread, her leggings tossed aside. She was fucking her pussy with the dildo, moaning, “Ohhh… fuck me harder…” Her eyes were closed, one hand squeezing her tits, her mangalsutra dangling over her sweaty stomach.
Ramlal pulled out his phone and started recording a video. Then he boldly walked up to her. Priyanka, sensing something, crept to the door and watched. Monika’s eyes were still shut, her moans loud as she fucked herself. Ramlal stood by her face, pulled out his thick, 8-inch cock, and slid the skin back to reveal a glistening red tip. He pressed it against her lips.
Monika’s eyes flew open, and she grabbed a pillow to cover her pussy. “What the hell are you doing? How did you get in?” she snapped. Ramlal smirked, “Madam ji, what were you doing?” He showed her the video on his phone and said, “Why are you torturing yourself?” Monika, furious, demanded, “Delete it!” But he refused, saying, “No, madam ji, I’ll show this to everyone.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “I’ll be ruined, please delete it!”
He didn’t budge. “Take my cock in your mouth,” he ordered. Monika refused outright, but he played the video again, threatening, “The world will see this.” Terrified, she started begging. Ramlal softened his tone, “Madam ji, this stays between us. Just give in—you’re dying for it.” After a tense pause, he pressed his cock to her lips again. This time, Monika opened her mouth and took his tip inside. Ramlal grabbed her head, thrusting his cock deeper, fucking her mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin as he pumped for 15 minutes, groaning loudly. Then he came hard, shooting his load into her mouth. As he pulled out, Monika ran to the bathroom.
Five minutes later, she returned, and Ramlal said, “Madam ji, I’ll come back tonight and satisfy you.” He left, and Priyanka slipped back to her room. That night, Priyanka pretended to sleep at 11 PM. When Monika got a text, she rushed out. Priyanka cracked open her door and saw her mom on her knees in the living room, Ramlal on the sofa, her hand stroking his cock. He stood, lifted her up, and ripped off her nighty. She was completely naked underneath. Ramlal pounced on her tits, squeezing and sucking them, licking her chest, cheeks, and lips. Their makeout session lasted 15 minutes, Monika moaning, “Ohhh… Ramlal… suck me harder…” Her pussy was dripping wet, her hips grinding against him.
He sat her on the sofa, pressed his cock to her lips, and she eagerly sucked it, moaning as she took it deep. Ramlal groaned, “Fuck, madam ji… you’re so good…” After 5 minutes, he pulled out, slipped on a condom, and laid her on the sofa, one leg on the couch, the other on the floor. He buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking her clit. Monika went wild, screaming, “Ohhh… Ramlal… eat my pussy…” Her juices soaked his face as she moaned louder.
He spit on her pussy, positioned his cock, and thrust hard. Half his cock plunged in, making her scream, “Fuck! I’m dying!” He started fucking her slowly, sucking her tits as he picked up speed. Monika matched his thrusts with moans, “Ohhh… fuck me…” He slammed in deep, his entire cock stretching her pussy. She screamed, “Ohhh… fuck… slow down!” but soon settled into the rhythm, begging, “Harder… fuck me harder!”
After 10 minutes, he pulled out, flipped her over, and made her kneel doggy-style on the sofa. He rammed his cock into her pussy from behind, fucking her hard. Her pussy was loose now, taking his cock easily as she moaned, “Ohhh… Ramlal… fuck my cunt…” He grabbed her hips, pounding relentlessly, their moans filling the room. After 15 minutes, he felt his orgasm building. Gripping her waist tightly, he fucked her faster, her screams of “Fuck… ohhh… harder…” echoing. With a final thrust, he came in the condom, collapsing onto her as she fell onto the sofa. They lay there for half an hour, drenched in sweat.
Ramlal got up, his cock soft. He tossed the cum-filled condom aside, pulled Monika up, spread her legs, and licked her pussy again, making her moan softly. After 10 minutes, he spit on her pussy and slapped his half-hard cock against it, trying to get it up. When it stiffened slightly, he rubbed spit on it and shoved it into her pussy without a condom. It slid in easily, and he fucked her slowly, lying on top of her, both moaning softly. After 15 minutes, he pulled out and shot his load all over her stomach, some dripping into her navel.
He lay on her for another 15 minutes, then got up, wiped his cum off her stomach with his shirt, and dressed. He grabbed his phone, placed the used condom on her stomach, and snapped a photo. Monika, exhausted, didn’t notice. He left, and Priyanka locked the door. It was 2 AM. She went to bed.
After that night, Monika became a total slut. Priyanka caught her fucking Ramlal multiple times, and there are more stories to tell.