Hey guys, I’m Sumit Singh, a 21-year-old stud from Gorakhpur with a cock so thick and long it’s like a damn cucumber. When it comes to fucking, I’m a beast—stamina for days and a hunger for pussy that never quits. I’ve banged more chicks and whores than I can count, way more than my age would suggest. Most girls can’t handle my dick after one round; it’s too much for them. I don’t just fuck—I destroy, pounding relentlessly until they’re begging for mercy. But this story isn’t about just any girl. It’s about how I fucked my girlfriend Shweta’s mom, Rita, right in their own house. This tale is so hot, it’ll make your dick rock-hard and your pussy dripping wet.
My girlfriend Shweta is an 18-year-old bombshell. The first time I saw her, she was wearing a tight blue top with a mesh back, her blue bra peeking through, and black jeans so snug her round ass was practically begging to be slapped. Her big, doe-like eyes, rosy cheeks, and juicy red lips had me hooked instantly. Her tits looked small but felt like heaven—firm, smooth, and untouched, like no one had ever groped them before. I worked my ass off to charm her, and when I finally got her in bed, I fucked her pussy so hard she became addicted to my cock. Shweta’s the only girl who keeps coming back for more, saying, “Sumit, your dick was made for my pussy. I love how you fuck me.” I’ve pounded her cunt countless times, but after a while, banging the same hole gets old. I needed something fresh.
Shweta lives with her widowed mom, Rita, who’s around 35 but looks like Shweta’s older sister. Rita’s a fucking MILF—gorgeous, with creamy skin, massive tits, a tiny waist, and an ass so round it could stop traffic. Every time I saw her, my cock twitched, dreaming of burying itself in her pussy. She knew about me and Shweta and was cool with it. I was always at their place, helping with small chores. Rita would call me over for random stuff, and I’d go, hoping for a chance to get closer. I was bored of Shweta’s pussy and itching to sink my dick into Rita’s juicy cunt.
One day, Rita called me over to fix something. When I got there, she was lounging in the living room, wearing a flimsy pink maxi dress that clung to her curves. Her tits were practically spilling out, and I could see the outline of her nipples. She smiled and said, “Sit down, Sumit, I’ll be right back.” She returned with an old heater and bent over to place it in front of me. Holy fuck—her dress slipped, and half her massive tits were hanging out, barely contained by her bra. My cock shot up like a rocket. I pressed it down, trying to stay cool. She asked, “Can you get this heater fixed? It’s broken.” I nodded, “Sure, no problem.” My mind was on her tits, not the damn heater. I asked, “Where’s Shweta?” She said, “In her room.” I figured I’d check on Shweta first, but my cock was already plotting to get Rita.
I found Shweta lying on her bed. Seeing her, my dick throbbed harder. I climbed on top and started kissing her, groping her tits through her top. I tried to pull her clothes off, but she pushed me away, whispering, “Sumit, Mom’s right outside! What if she sees?” I begged, “Babe, I’m so fucking horny, let me just do it quick.” But she wouldn’t budge. Frustrated, I squeezed her tits and kissed her hard, then jerked off right there in her room. My cum sprayed all over her floor, and she scrambled to clean it up. I left, my balls still aching.
The next day, Shweta had to leave for an NCC camp. Before going, she said, “Sumit, can you help my mom while I’m gone? She needs help with groceries and stuff.” I grinned, “Of course, she’s my future mother-in-law, right?” My mind was racing—this was my shot to fuck Rita. Shweta left, and soon Rita called, “Sumit, grab some veggies from the market.” I rushed over with the groceries, and when I arrived, Rita was in a sheer saree that showed off every curve. Her blouse was tight, her tits practically bursting out. She said, “Stay for lunch, Sumit. I’m alone and bored.” I agreed, my eyes glued to her ass as she moved around the kitchen.
While eating, I asked, “Why didn’t you remarry, Rita Aunty?” She sighed, “I didn’t want Shweta to have a stepdad who might not love her.” Her voice was soft, but my cock didn’t care about her feelings—it wanted her pussy. After lunch, she said, “Why don’t you have breakfast and dinner with me every day? It’s nice to have company. And if you want, you can sleep here too. I get scared alone.” Jackpot. I lied to my family, saying I was staying at a friend’s, and showed up at Rita’s that evening.
She was watching TV in a blue nightie that hugged her body like a second skin. Her tits and ass were on full display. I sat next to her, my cock already stirring. We were alone, and I needed to make a move. I said, “You look stunning tonight, Rita Aunty.” She blushed, “Really? You’re quite the charmer, Sumit.” Her smile gave me the green light. When she went to the kitchen to cook, I followed, offering to help. She asked, “Want some tea?” I said, “Hell yeah.” As she made tea, I stood close, eyeing her curves. When she handed me the cups to strain, I “accidentally” spilled hot tea on her nightie. She screamed, “Oh!” and started wiping it off. The tea had burned her skin, and without thinking, she stripped off her nightie right in front of me.
Fuck, there she was in a black bra and petticoat. Her tits were straining against the bra, and her smooth, milky waist made my cock throb. Her thighs were so creamy I wanted to lick them. She said, “Sumit, I’ve got burns on my back and shoulders. Can you apply some ointment?” I was like, “Sure thing.” She lay face-down on the bed, and I started rubbing ointment on her back. Her skin was so soft, my dick was screaming to fuck her. I “accidentally” brushed my hard-on against her waist, and she didn’t flinch. Instead, she slid her hand toward my thigh, her fingers grazing closer to my cock. She was horny as fuck, and I knew it.
I moved my hands to her massive tits, squeezing them through her bra. She moaned, “Oh, Sumit…” I flipped her over, ripped off her bra, and attacked her lips. Her mouth was so fucking sweet, I sucked her lips like candy. She kissed me back, wrapping her arms around me, pulling me close. I yanked down her petticoat, and there was her pussy—pink, wet, and tighter than I expected. I sucked her tits, biting her nipples until she was moaning like a whore, “Fuck, Sumit, harder!” She was rubbing her clit, desperate for more.
I slid two fingers into her cunt, pumping them in and out. She screamed, “Oh fuck… yes… ahhh!” Her pussy was so tight, it gripped my fingers. I added a third, and she went wild, “Oh god… fuck… don’t stop!” Her juices flowed, and I licked them up, savoring her taste. Then I went down on her, eating her pussy like a starving man. I sucked her clit, tongued her hole, and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer. She was thrashing, “Sumit… oh fuck… I’m gonna cum!” Her screams filled the room as I devoured her cunt for half an hour.
Finally, I pulled out my cucumber-sized cock. Rita’s eyes widened, “Holy shit, your dick is huge. Shweta’s dad was never this big.” I rubbed my cockhead against her pussy lips, teasing her until she begged, “Fuck me, Sumit!” I pushed in slowly, her tight cunt stretching around my dick. She gasped, “Oh god… it hurts… go slow!” But I didn’t listen. I slammed in deep, fucking her hard. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I grabbed them, pinching her nipples. She screamed, “Fuck… yes… pound my pussy!” I fucked her like a machine, her cunt squeezing my cock. She lifted her hips, meeting my thrusts, “Harder, you bastard!”
For a solid hour, I pounded her pussy, her moans echoing through the house. When I was about to cum, I pulled out and shoved my cock between her tits, fucking them hard. My cum exploded, splattering her face and tits. She licked it off her fingers, smiling like a slut.
That night, we fucked again after dinner. While Shweta was at camp, I banged Rita every day—quick fucks in the morning, long, nasty sessions at night. She became my personal whore, craving my cock. Even now, thinking about her tight pussy makes my dick hard as fuck.