This story isn’t mine—it’s based on a tale Kajal shared with me. She’d been urging me for days to write it down and share it, but I never found the time. Finally, with a three-day break, I grabbed my laptop and decided to dive into Kajal’s steamy story.
Kajal, a stunning 22-year-old with a body carved like a masterpiece, stood at five feet three, every curve perfect, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and lips that could tempt anyone. Eight months ago, she married Vivek Khanna, a 24-year-old hunk working at a top Delhi firm. Vivek was handsome, with a chiseled face and an impressively thick, long cock that made Kajal’s nights explode with pleasure.
Kajal was thrilled with her marriage. Vivek fucked her senseless every night, leaving her pussy dripping and her body trembling from multiple orgasms. But there was another key player in their household—Vivek’s mother, Sunita. At 45, Sunita had a body that could make younger women jealous. Five feet tall, her massive tits were like ripe melons, her flat stomach and curvy hips a testament to her allure. Her face still held a youthful glow, and her graceful walk oozed sensuality.
You might wonder why I’m raving about Kajal’s mother-in-law in her story. Well, buckle up, because Sunita is the real star of this tale. It all began one lazy afternoon when Kajal heard moans coming from Sunita’s room. Her heart raced as she tiptoed to the door and peeked through the keyhole. What she saw left her speechless. Sunita, clad only in a petticoat, was sprawled on her bed, one hand furiously rubbing her pussy while the other squeezed her rock-hard tits. Her moans grew louder, her face flushed—she was clearly on the edge of cumming. Kajal’s eyes locked onto Sunita’s pussy, freshly shaved and glistening with juices, shining like a pearl in the light. She never imagined her prim-and-proper mother-in-law could be so wildly sexual.
Kajal stood frozen, her own body tingling with curiosity. As Sunita climaxed with a shuddering moan, Kajal impulsively pushed the door open and stepped inside. Sunita, caught off guard, scrambled to cover herself with a saree, her face burning with embarrassment. “No point hiding now, Mom,” Kajal teased, trying to lighten the mood. “I saw everything.”
Sunita looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her. Kajal sat beside her on the bed, her tone gentle. “Mom, why are you so embarrassed? It’s natural to have needs. I do it too when Vivek’s away on trips.” Sunita stayed silent, her eyes downcast. Trying to ease her, Kajal reached out, playfully squeezing Sunita’s breast. “Damn, Mom, your tits are so firm! Mine aren’t even this perky.” She guided Sunita’s hand to her own breast, giggling. “See? You’ve got me beat.”
“You’re embarrassing me, Kajal,” Sunita mumbled, her voice barely audible.
“Come on, it’s just us girls. Sometimes the body craves release. When Vivek’s gone, I finger myself to sleep. You must feel it too, right?” Kajal’s words were met with silence, but she pressed on. “From today, we’re besties. Whenever you need to get off, tell me—I’ll help you out. And when Vivek’s away, you can return the favor.” Sunita gave a shy nod but said nothing.
Days passed, and Kajal tried to make Sunita feel at ease, but Sunita clammed up whenever the topic came up. Then, Vivek announced a three-day business trip, leaving Kajal and Sunita alone. Kajal saw her chance to break through Sunita’s walls.
That first night, Kajal insisted Sunita sleep in her room. Sunita resisted, saying, “I’m fine in my room, dear.” But Kajal was relentless. “No way, Mom. We’ll have a girls’ night, chat, and have fun.” Sunita reluctantly agreed. Kajal slipped into a sheer nightie that hugged her curves, while Sunita wore a heavy saree. Kajal tugged it off, saying, “You can’t sleep in that! Get comfy.”
They chatted for a bit, but Kajal had other plans. Without warning, she peeled off her nightie, standing naked. Sunita gasped. “What are you doing?” Before she could protest, Kajal yanked down Sunita’s petticoat and unhooked her blouse, leaving her stark naked. Both mother-in-law and daughter-in-law sat bare on the bed.
“Mom, you’re blushing like a virgin bride! Loosen up!” Kajal laughed.
“You’re shameless, Kajal! Look at you, stripping me like this!” Sunita said, her cheeks crimson.
“Oh, this is just the start. Wait till you see what’s next,” Kajal winked.
“You’re crazy!” Sunita exclaimed, mortified but secretly intrigued. It was the first time she’d been naked in front of anyone but her late husband.
Kajal pounced, wrapping her arms around Sunita and kneading her massive tits. Sunita squirmed but couldn’t deny the heat building inside her. Kajal, like a seasoned lover, sucked Sunita’s nipples hard, making her moan. “Oh… Kajal… what are you…” Sunita’s words dissolved into gasps as Kajal slid a finger into her soaking pussy. “Fuck… ohh…” Sunita moaned, her body betraying her shyness.
Sunita’s hands found Kajal’s tits, squeezing them in return. Kajal moved lower, kissing her way down Sunita’s stomach until her lips met her pussy. She licked eagerly, savoring the taste. “God, Mom, your pussy’s so wet… you’re loving this,” Kajal murmured. Sunita’s body arched, her moans echoing as she came hard, her pussy gushing.
Kajal was on fire now, her own pussy throbbing. Unable to hold back, she swung into a 69 position, pressing her dripping cunt to Sunita’s mouth. Sunita hesitated, then dove in, licking Kajal’s clit with surprising skill. “Fuck, Mom… suck my pussy… yes!” Kajal screamed. They devoured each other for an hour, cumming repeatedly until they collapsed, breathless.
“God, Kajal… I came four times… my pussy’s never been this satisfied,” Sunita panted.
“Tell me, Mom, when was the last time you got fucked?” Kajal asked, her eyes glinting.
Sunita blushed. “Years ago… I don’t even remember.”
“Come on, spill it,” Kajal teased.
Sunita sighed, opening up. “I was still in school when I married Vivek’s dad. He was a young soldier, barely 20. We were clueless on our wedding night—fumbled through it. The next night, his friends gave him tips, and he fucked me for the first time. My tight pussy could barely take his cock. We fucked three, four times a day for weeks until he left for duty. I missed him so much. His family was strict—his mom scared me senseless. I never dared step out of line. When he came home on leave, we’d fuck all night, every moment pure bliss. Then I got pregnant with Vivek. After he was born, we only met during his short leaves. Life went on like that until he died in an accident thirteen years ago.”
“Thirteen years without cock? Damn, Mom, how’d you survive?” Kajal asked, half-joking.
“I focused on raising Vivek. Never thought about it… until recently,” Sunita admitted.
“What changed?” Kajal pressed.
Sunita hesitated, then confessed. “The other night, I heard you and Vivek fucking. Your moans, the sound of your anklets… I couldn’t help myself. I peeked through your door. Seeing Vivek pound your pussy with his huge cock… it drove me wild. I ran back to my room, but my pussy was soaked. The next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. That’s when you caught me fingering myself.”
Kajal grinned. “So, Mom, you’re craving cock now?”
“Don’t tease me, Kajal,” Sunita said, embarrassed. “I’m too old for that.”
“Bullshit. Your pussy’s begging for it. We’ll find you a cock, don’t worry,” Kajal said, hugging her. They fell back into each other’s arms, fingering and licking until they passed out.
Weeks passed, and Kajal and Sunita’s secret sessions became routine. Whenever Vivek was out, they’d strip and feast on each other’s bodies. But Kajal sensed Sunita’s hunger went deeper—she needed a cock, not just fingers and tongues. Sunita denied it, but her eyes betrayed her longing.
One day, Sunita shyly admitted, “Kajal, you’ve ruined me. You woke up a fire I buried years ago. I want to watch you and Vivek fuck… up close.”
Kajal’s eyes lit up. “You’ve seen us before, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, but I was too scared to really watch. I want to see everything—his cock, your pussy, all of it,” Sunita whispered.
“Done. I’ll make it happen,” Kajal promised.
That night, Kajal set the stage. She told Sunita to wait outside their bedroom. When Vivek came home, Kajal wasted no time. She dimmed the lights, leaving just a soft glow, and hid Sunita behind a curtain with a perfect view. Vivek emerged from the bathroom in his boxers, and Kajal pounced, kissing him hungrily. “Fuck, babe, you’re on fire tonight,” Vivek growled.
“Just shut up and fuck me. My pussy’s aching,” Kajal moaned, stripping naked. Vivek groped her tits, sucking her nipples hard. “Oh, fuck… suck my tits, Vivek!” Kajal cried, glancing at the curtain where Sunita watched, her hand already in her panties.
Kajal pulled off Vivek’s boxers, revealing his eight-inch, rock-hard cock. Sunita’s pussy clenched at the sight. Kajal took it in her mouth, sucking greedily. “God, your cock tastes so good… fuck my mouth,” she moaned. Vivek groaned, his fingers in her hair as he fucked her face. Sunita fingered herself frantically, her eyes glued to the scene.
They shifted to 69, Vivek’s tongue buried in Kajal’s pussy while she sucked his cock. “Lick my clit… fuck, yes!” Kajal screamed. Sunita came hard, her moans muffled. Vivek flipped Kajal onto her back, spreading her legs and slamming his cock into her pussy. “Take it, you slut… take my cock!” he growled. Kajal screamed, “Fuck me harder… tear my pussy apart!” Sunita watched, cumming again as Vivek pounded Kajal for twenty minutes, finally unloading deep inside her.
As Vivek hit the bathroom, Kajal signaled Sunita to slip out. She collapsed in her room, spent from multiple orgasms. The next morning, Kajal teased, “So, Mom, how was the show?”
“Fucking incredible… I came so hard watching Vivek’s cock destroy your pussy,” Sunita admitted, blushing.
“Want his cock for yourself?” Kajal teased.
“Stop it! He’s my son!” Sunita protested, but her eyes flickered with desire.
Kajal’s mind raced. She read taboo stories online about mothers and sons, and a wild idea formed. Could she get Vivek to fuck Sunita? She started planting seeds, praising Sunita’s beauty to Vivek and leaving taboo stories for him to find. One night, she caught him reading one, his cock hard. “Thinking about Mom, huh?” she teased.
“Shut up, Kajal,” Vivek snapped, but she saw the truth in his eyes.
Kajal orchestrated a chance. Her father fell ill, and she left for Chandigarh, deliberately leaving Vivek and Sunita alone. That night, Vivek came home late, tipsy from drinks with friends. Sunita was asleep on the couch, her nightie hiked up, pussy exposed. Vivek’s cock stirred. He touched her pussy, tasting her juices. Sunita stirred, and he panicked, calling her to bed.
The next day, Kajal called. “Did you fuck her yet?” she asked bluntly.
“You’re insane,” Vivek said, but his voice wavered.
“Fuck her, Vivek. She needs it,” Kajal urged.
Vivek handed the phone to Sunita. Kajal said, “Mom, take his cock. You know you want it.”
“You’re crazy!” Sunita hissed, but Vivek overheard. He grabbed her, kissing her deeply. Sunita resisted, then melted, kissing him back. He ripped off her nightie, sucking her tits. “Oh, Vivek… fuck…” she moaned. He tore off her panties, fingering her soaked pussy. “God, Mom, your pussy’s so wet,” he growled.
He laid her on the bed, eating her pussy while she sucked his cock. “Fuck me, Vivek… I need your cock!” Sunita begged. He plunged into her, fucking her hard. “Take it, Mom… your pussy’s mine now,” he groaned. Sunita screamed, cumming multiple times as he filled her with his load.
They fucked three more times that day. When Kajal returned, she staged a final act, pretending to “catch” them and directing their fuck session, thrilled her plan worked. Now, the trio indulges in their secret desires, fucking whenever the mood strikes.
What do you think—did Kajal do the right thing by pushing Vivek and Sunita together, or should she have left their desires buried? Share your thoughts!