Hey, I’m Sunny, a 22-year-old guy from Bharuch, Gujarat, with a serious addiction to porn. I watch it every fucking day, stroking my cock to the nastiest scenes I can find—group bangs, taboo family shit, you name it. Sex stories get me just as hard, especially the ones about forbidden hookups or wild orgies. They make my dick throb like crazy. You might’ve read my last story, “My Mom Got Pounded for My Job.” This one’s another filthy tale about my mom, Neeta, a 42-year-old schoolteacher who’s no stranger to getting her holes filled. She’s not a supermodel, but fuck, she’s got a body that screams “fuck me”—34-28-36, with full, heavy tits, a soft waist, and an ass that jiggles with every step. She’s a traditional Gujarati, always rocking sarees tied low, showing off a couple of inches of her smooth, creamy belly below her navel. It’s like she’s daring guys to stare. Her thighs are thick and juicy, her pussy’s a tight, wet paradise, and her ass? Round, meaty, and made for pounding. My dad got transferred to Delhi, so now it’s just me, Mom, and my sister at home. Let’s get to the dirty details.
A while back, Mom got fucked hard by Babulal and Asif, two guys who knew how to work her over. Two workers I know, Sanjay and Ashok, both around 25, caught the whole show and recorded it on their phones. I could see the hunger in their eyes—they weren’t just gonna jerk off to that video. They wanted a piece of her. A week later, Mom showed up to meet Babulal again. I knew she was in for another round of getting her pussy and ass wrecked, but I was swamped with work and couldn’t watch. I did notice Sanjay and Ashok lurking like predators, waiting for Mom to step out. After about an hour, she emerged, her saree slightly messed up, her face flushed with that freshly-fucked glow. The two followed her out like horny dogs, their eyes locked on her swaying ass. Ten minutes later, they slunk back, grinning like they’d just pulled off some devious shit, their cocks probably still hard in their pants.
The next day at work, they didn’t say a word, but their smug faces told me they were up to something. When I got home, Mom mentioned she was heading to a friend’s birthday party and would be back late. My bullshit detector went off—this was Sanjay and Ashok’s doing, no doubt. I played it cool, saying, “Sure, Mom, have a good time.” She left around 8:30 PM, looking like a fucking wet dream. She’d swapped her saree for skin-tight black leggings that hugged her thick ass so close you could see the outline of her panties. Her orange top was low-cut, showing off her deep cleavage and a teasing sliver of her soft, creamy belly. Every step made her ass bounce, and her tits jiggled just enough to make my cock twitch. I grabbed a rickshaw and followed her, keeping my distance. She headed to a rundown theater in town, the kind that plays sleazy B-grade flicks with more tits than plot—perfect for some nasty action. I hopped out a block away and slipped inside, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Sanjay and Ashok were already there, tickets in hand, looking like kids about to raid a porn shop. My gut was right—Mom was here to get her holes stuffed. I grabbed a ticket, not even checking the movie, and snuck into the theater after the lights dimmed. The place was practically empty, maybe 20-25 guys scattered around, with only three or four women who looked like they fucked for cash. I scanned for Mom, but she and the guys were nowhere to be seen. During the intermission, I spotted Sanjay and Ashok slipping out, so I followed, my dick already stirring. They headed to the washroom, and I crept in behind, staying out of sight. After pissing, they stood by the sinks, whispering. I overheard their plan—they were gonna fuck Mom in one of the toilet stalls. My cock was rock-hard just thinking about it. They went back to their seats, and I followed, my mind racing with what was about to go down.
Five minutes after the movie restarted, I saw Mom, Sanjay, and Ashok get up and head out. I knew they were making a beeline for the washroom. I waited a couple of minutes, then followed, my pulse hammering. The washroom door was barely closed, just enough to look casual. I pushed it open and slipped inside. The place reeked faintly of piss, stale sweat, and cheap disinfectant, but it was quiet except for three small stalls along the wall, open at the top. I heard soft moans and wet, sloppy sounds coming from one of them—Mom was in there, getting filthy. I snuck into the stall next door, locked the door, and climbed onto the English toilet. The stall was cramped, about 3×3 feet, but clean enough for what was about to happen. Peering over the wall, I got a front-row seat to the dirtiest show of my life.
Mom’s orange top and black leggings were tossed in a corner, crumpled like they’d been ripped off in a frenzy. Sanjay was devouring her lips, his tongue deep in her mouth, his hands mauling her juicy ass, squeezing it so hard her flesh spilled between his fingers. Ashok was behind her, his face buried in her back, licking and kissing her spine, his hands gripping her hips like he owned her. Mom was sandwiched between them, her eyes half-closed, her breathing heavy with raw lust. She wore a black bra and panties that clung to her curves like a second skin, making her look like a MILF straight out of a gangbang flick. Her skin was flushed, her body trembling with need, and the air was thick with the musky scent of her dripping pussy.
Sanjay and Ashok yanked off their t-shirts, revealing lean, hungry bodies. Sanjay was tall, about 6 feet, with a wiry frame, while Ashok was shorter, matching Mom’s 5-foot height. Their eyes burned with animalistic desire, like they were ready to tear her apart. They shucked their pants, tossing them with Mom’s clothes, and stood there in their underwear, cocks straining against the fabric. Sanjay pulled Mom down onto the toilet seat and unhooked her bra, letting her heavy tits spill out. Her dark nipples were rock-hard, begging to be sucked. Both guys grabbed a tit, kneading and squeezing, their fingers sinking into her soft, pliable flesh. Mom moaned softly— “Ohhh, fuck… yes…”—her head tilting back, her body arching into their hands. The sight of her surrendering to them made my cock throb in my pants.
They dropped their underwear, and their cocks sprang free. Sanjay’s was long and thin, about 6 inches, pale with a pink tip glistening with precum. Ashok’s was shorter, 5.5 inches, but thick and dark, with a black tip that looked ready to explode. Mom didn’t waste a second—she grabbed both cocks, one in each hand, and started stroking them with slow, deliberate pumps. Her fingers wrapped tight around their shafts, and I could tell she was loving the power she had over them. She was in control, and they were her fuck toys.
Mom leaned forward and took Sanjay’s cock in her mouth, sucking it like a seasoned slut. Her lips slid over the head, her tongue swirling around it before she took him deep, her throat working to swallow his length. She bobbed her head, making wet, slurping noises that echoed in the stall. My jaw dropped—Mom was a fucking cock-sucking queen. Her other hand kept jerking Ashok’s dick, keeping him hard and desperate. After a few minutes, she switched, wrapping her lips around Ashok’s thick cock, sucking it with the same hunger. Her tongue teased his tip, then slid down his shaft, taking him deep until her nose brushed his pubes. She went back and forth like that for a solid 10 minutes, her lips and tongue working their cocks like she was born for it. Her face was flushed red, her eyes glassy with lust, and the wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the stall. She was a whore in her element, and it was hot as fuck.
Sanjay pulled her up and yanked off her panties, revealing her shaved, glistening pussy. Her juices were dripping down her thighs, and the scent of her arousal hit me like a wave. Ashok dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs, his tongue lapping at her clit while he slid two fingers into her dripping cunt. Mom moaned loudly— “Ohhh, fuck… eat my pussy… yes…”—her hips bucking against his face. Ashok’s fingers fucked her hard, curling inside her to hit her G-spot, while his other hand squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks to expose her tight, puckered asshole. Sanjay was sucking her tits, biting her nipples until she gasped, then kissing her lips, his tongue wrestling with hers in a sloppy, desperate makeout. The stall was filled with the sounds of her moans and the wet squelching of Ashok’s fingers in her pussy. After 12 minutes, they switched—Sanjay dove into her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit while he finger-fucked her, and Ashok kissed her lips, his hands mauling her tits like he’d never touched a woman before. Mom’s moans grew louder— “Ohhh, shit… lick me… fuck…”—her body trembling with pleasure.
After 15 minutes of this filthy foreplay, Ashok pulled out two condoms from his pocket and handed them to Mom. She sat back on the toilet, tore the packets open with her teeth, and rolled the condoms onto their cocks with slow, teasing strokes. Her fingers lingered on their shafts, and she flashed a slutty smirk, like she knew exactly how bad they wanted her. Sanjay sat on the toilet, legs spread wide, his cock standing tall. He pulled Mom onto his lap, and she spit on his dick, rubbing it against her pussy lips before sinking down. His long, thin cock slid deep into her wet cunt, stretching her open. Sanjay groaned, his eyes rolling back— “Fuck, you’re tight…”—as he grabbed her tits and squeezed hard. Mom started riding him, her ass bouncing with every thrust, her moans soft but dripping with pleasure— “Ohhh… fuck me… yes…” Ashok stood nearby, stroking his cock, his eyes glued to Mom’s jiggling ass, practically drooling with lust.
They fucked like that for 15 minutes, Mom’s pussy gripping Sanjay’s cock as she bounced, her juices coating his shaft. Her tits bounced in his hands, and her moans filled the stall— “Ohhh, shit… harder…” Sanjay’s hands roamed her body, slapping her ass and pinching her nipples, making her gasp. Then Mom climbed off, her legs shaky, her pussy dripping. Ashok took his place on the toilet, and Mom mounted him, guiding his thick cock into her cunt. It stretched her tight, and she gasped— “Ohhh, fuck… so big…”—but she rode him like a champ, her ass slapping against his thighs with every bounce. Ashok went wild, licking her back, biting her shoulders, and groping her tits like they were his lifeline. Mom’s moans grew louder— “Fuck… pound my pussy… don’t stop…”—and the stall echoed with the wet, sloppy sounds of her cunt getting wrecked. They fucked for another 15 minutes, Mom’s body glistening with sweat, her face twisted in pure ecstasy.
Mom got up, her legs trembling from the pounding. Sanjay pushed her against the wall, spit on his cock, and lined it up with her asshole. With one brutal thrust, he buried his dick deep in her ass. Mom screamed— “Ohhh, fuck! Slow… it hurts!”—but Sanjay didn’t care. He grabbed her hips and fucked her ass hard, his balls slapping her cheeks with every thrust. Her moans were a mix of pain and pleasure— “Ohhh… fuck my ass… yes…” Her body shook against the wall, her ass clenching around his cock as he pounded her for 15 minutes. Her hole gaped slightly when he finally pulled out, red and raw from the relentless fucking.
Ashok was ready. He pulled Mom onto his lap, lined his thick cock up with her asshole, and eased her down. She whimpered, her eyes shut tight— “Ohhh… God… slow, please…”—but Ashok was too horny to go easy. He bounced her on his cock, stretching her ass wide, while she moaned and clutched his shoulders— “Fuck… it’s too much…” Sanjay stepped in, kissing her lips to muffle her cries, his hands roaming her body, pinching her nipples and squeezing her tits. He tried to fuck her pussy while Ashok was in her ass, but the angle was tricky. Ashok, still buried in her ass, lifted her up effortlessly—Mom’s light frame made it easy. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy dripping like a faucet. Sanjay lined his cock up with her cunt and slammed it in with one hard thrust. Mom screamed— “Ohhh, fuck! No… too much!”—but her body betrayed her; she was loving it. Sanjay held her legs in the air while Ashok gripped her waist, both fucking her holes in perfect sync. Mom was a moaning, writhing mess, sandwiched between them— “Ohhh… fuck me… yes… don’t stop…” Her arms were around Sanjay’s neck, clinging to him as he kissed her deeply, his cock pounding her pussy while Ashok wrecked her ass.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled out my cock and started jerking off, watching my mom get double-penetrated like a porn star. The fucking went on for 20 minutes, Mom’s moans echoing in the tiny stall, her body shaking with every thrust. She was loving every second, taking two young cocks like a pro. I’d only seen her with older guys before, but these studs were giving her the ride of her life, and she was eating it up, her pussy and ass stretched to their limits.
Ashok was the first to blow. He groaned loudly— “Ohhh, fuck… I’m cumming…”—and slammed into her ass a few more times before stopping. His cum filled the condom, and he pulled out, collapsing on the toilet, panting like he’d run a marathon. He peeled off the condom and tossed it aside, his cock limp and spent. Sanjay kept going, fucking Mom’s pussy while holding her in his arms, kissing her like he owned her. Her moans were muffled against his lips— “Mmm… fuck… keep going…” Ashok, now dressed, pulled out his phone and started recording again. Mom and Sanjay were too lost in their fuckfest to notice, their bodies slapping together in a frenzy of lust.
Five minutes later, Sanjay was ready to bust. He pulled out of her pussy, set her down, and ripped off his condom. He shoved his cock in her mouth, and Mom sucked it eagerly, her lips wrapped tight around him, her tongue swirling over his tip. Sanjay grabbed her head, groaning— “Ohhh, shit… take it, slut…”—and thrust hard, shooting his load down her throat. Mom gagged but swallowed every drop, his cum hitting her tonsils like a fucking firehose. He held her head in place for a minute, milking every last bit into her mouth. When he pulled out, a few drops of cum clung to her lips, glistening in the dim light. She quickly turned on the tap, rinsing her mouth out, spitting into the toilet. Ashok caught it all on video, and Mom had no fucking clue.
They started dressing, Mom’s hands shaking as she pulled on her panties and leggings, her body still trembling from the pounding. Sanjay and Ashok threw on their clothes, smirking like they’d just conquered her. I bolted out of the stall before they could spot me, my cock still hard from what I’d seen. The movie wasn’t over yet, so I hightailed it home, my mind replaying every filthy detail. About half an hour later, around midnight, Mom walked in, limping slightly, her face flushed and her hair messy. All that fucking had changed her walk—she was a seasoned slut now, her body marked by the cocks she’d taken. I went to my room and crashed, my dick still throbbing. Mom went to bed too, probably sore as hell. The next morning, she was off to school like nothing happened, her saree hiding the bruises and bite marks from her wild night.
So, what did you think of my mom’s filthy fuckfest? Keep jerking, keep fucking, but always respect the woman. No means no.