My name’s Sunil, and this story is from last month when our house was being built. We’re a family of four—me, my mom who’s 43, my sister who’s 18, and my brother who’s 16. My mom, Radha, is a housewife, fair-skinned, with a curvy 36-30-38 figure and long black hair. Her body looks killer in a saree. I’m 22, average build, studying in college. My sister Priya is slim and bubbly, and my brother Ajay is a bit naughty.
It was summer, and the schools and colleges were closed. Priya and Ajay went to Lucknow to visit our uncle, but I stayed back to keep an eye on the house construction. My uncle had arranged laborers from Lalitpur since they were cheap. There were four laborers and one mason. Among them was a Muslim guy named Munawwar Khan. He was a tall, 6-foot, dark, muscular man with a hairy body. He worked all day in just his underwear, his sweaty, bulky frame on full display. His face was rough, but his eyes had a strange glint, like he was always sizing things up.
In a week, the laborers built one room. Then they had a wedding back home, so they said they’d return after a week. Munawwar was asked to stay back by the mason to handle some brickwork. That day, after the others left, he was alone. At night, Mom served him dinner—simple roti, dal, and veggies. He ate and went to sleep on the terrace. Mom told me, “Sunil, you sleep in the back room. I’ll sleep in the front one and keep an eye on the bricks through the window so no one steals them.” I went to the back room. Both rooms had cots placed near the windows for fresh air, and I could see the front room clearly through my window.
Around midnight, it started raining. I woke up to the sound and saw Munawwar come downstairs and knock on Mom’s door. I was awake but stayed quiet. Mom opened the door, and he said, “It’s raining. Can I sleep here?” Mom asked, “You haven’t been drinking, have you?” He said no. She told him, “Fine, make your bed on the floor and sleep. Keep the CFL on.” He set up his bedding and slept. I dozed off too.
At around 2 a.m., I woke up to some weird noises. I peeked through the window and saw Munawwar waking Mom up. He said, “I need water.” Mom got up, went to the kitchen, and brought him a bottle. He pulled out some bhang from his pocket, ate it, and drank the water. Mom asked, “What’s that?” He said, “It’s a local medicine for pain and tiredness. Try it.” Mom hesitated, “Will it really help with body aches?” He replied, “I work all day and sleep like a baby after this.” He gave her a tablet. She took it, drank water, and said, “Now go to sleep.” Munawwar was in just his underwear, his body dirty from brick dust. I watched quietly since my room’s light was off, so he couldn’t see me.
A while later, I woke up again. This time, I saw Munawwar lying next to Mom on her cot, holding her in his arms. I got scared but stayed silent. He was rubbing her thighs. Mom wasn’t saying anything, probably because of the bhang. He slowly lifted her maxi. Mom stirred a bit but didn’t speak. He whispered, “Baby, you’re such a hot piece. Tonight’s gonna make my life.” He told her to sit up, unhooked her bra, and laid her back down. Her bare breasts were visible to me—big, round, and fair with dark brown nipples. Her breathing was heavy, like she was enjoying it. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.
Munawwar started squeezing her breasts hard, sucking her nipples like a starving man. “Aah… uff…” Mom moaned softly. He kissed her lips, rubbing her entire body. Her fair skin turned red from his rough hands. Mom’s breasts were red from all the squeezing. She was lost in the bhang’s haze, probably not feeling the pain. My dick was rock-hard watching this, and I started stroking it.
He ran his hand over her panties. Her black panties were soaked. He licked her pussy over the fabric, and Mom moaned louder, “Aahh… ohh… uff…” He pulled her panties off, and I saw her hairy pussy, covered in thick, black hair, glistening with wetness. He said, “Fuck, what a pussy, you slut! You’re not even stopping me.” Mom stayed quiet, maybe scared. He put his mouth on her pussy and licked it like ice cream. Mom screamed, “Aahh… uff… ohhh…” He licked her pussy and ass like a dog for 20 minutes. Mom came two or three times, trying to push him away, but he wouldn’t stop.
Then he growled, “Slut, now suck my cock!” He brought his 9-inch, thick, black dick to her mouth. Mom tried to resist, but he grabbed her head and shoved it in. She gagged, making “ugh… ugh…” sounds. His body was filthy, probably stinking. They got into a 69 position, and for 10 minutes, they sucked and licked each other. He came in her mouth, and she came too. I’d already cum watching this.
I thought he’d sleep now, but he started jerking his dick again. Soon, it was hard. He sat Mom up, pulled her off the cot, and shoved his dick back in her mouth. Mom seemed a bit more awake now, saying, “No… please…” but he fucked her mouth hard. Then he put her legs on his shoulders and slapped her pussy three or four times. Mom whimpered, almost crying, and said, “Please, don’t… Sunil will wake up.” He rubbed his dick on her pussy. I thought her pussy would tear—it was so much smaller than his massive cock.
After rubbing for a bit, he pushed the tip in. Mom slid upward, gasping. His tip alone was 4 inches thick. He said, “Take it easy, or I’ll ram it in and rip you apart.” Mom was scared. He slowly pushed more. She kept sliding up. He got pissed, grabbed her shoulders, and thrust half his dick in. Mom screamed, “Aahh… ugh… I’m dying…” He stuffed her panties in her mouth to shut her up and slowly pushed his entire cock in. Mom was trembling, cumming again. He lifted her in his arms and fucked her hard. The room filled with “thap… thap… thap…” sounds. Mom looked like a doll in his arms—a black bull pounding a delicate cow. After 15 minutes, he put her down and came in her mouth. She swallowed it all.
This went on till 3:30 a.m. Then he carried her to the bathroom, bathed her, brought her back, and put her bra, panties, and maxi back on. He kissed her lips and said, “Fuck, that was the best night of my life.” Mom didn’t respond and fell asleep. He went back to his work, and I slept too.
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