I’m Sunny, a 20-year-old guy from Vadodara, Gujarat. I’m obsessed with porn—watching it gets me hard as a rock, and I jerk off to it every single day. Reading sex stories is my other guilty pleasure, especially the kinky ones about taboo relationships. They hit different, you know? This story is about my mom, Neeta, a 42-year-old school teacher. She’s not some drop-dead gorgeous babe, but she’s a woman with curves in all the right places—34-28-36, if you’re wondering. You can imagine how her body looks, soft and inviting, just enough to make any man’s head turn.
Mom always wears sarees, being the traditional Gujarati woman she is. My dad got transferred to Delhi, so now it’s just me, Mom, and my younger sister at home. This story kicks off when Mom was invited to a “party” at her school principal’s flat. She came to me that evening, all dolled up, and said, “Sunny, I’m heading to a party tonight. It might get late, so don’t wait up. Just drop me off there.” I nodded, ready to play the dutiful son, but something about her vibe made my gut tingle.
She was wearing a sheer black net saree that hugged her body like a second skin, paired with a tight pink blouse. Her long hair was loose, cascading down her back, and the saree was so transparent you could see her flat stomach, her deep navel, and the curve of her waist. She looked fucking hot, like she was ready to seduce someone. Her eyes sparkled with this wild excitement, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was up to something naughty tonight.
“Drop me at the parking lot,” she said. “The party’s upstairs in a flat.” I agreed and took her on my bike to this old, rundown building. No watchman, no security—just a creepy, deserted vibe. After dropping her off, curiosity got the better of me. I parked my bike and decided to follow her, sneaking up the stairs to see where she was headed. She climbed to the fifth floor and entered a flat that was under construction—no door, just an open frame. The building seemed mostly empty, with locked flats everywhere.
I crept inside, taking advantage of the missing door. The place had a single sofa, an LCD TV on the wall, and not much else. Mom disappeared into a room, and soon enough, the principal—a wrinkly old bastard, probably 55 or 60—came out with his arm around her waist, groping her like he owned her. I ducked into the balcony to stay hidden and watched the scene unfold. They sat on the sofa, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder, his fingers brushing her skin.
Then, three more old geezers, all over 60, shuffled out of the room, along with a woman who I figured was the principal’s wife, Jamna. She was a bit chubby, maybe in her early 50s, dressed in a saree that did little to hide her curves. The old guys were joking with the principal, saying, “Bhabhi’s getting hot, hurry up!” I knew right then this wasn’t some innocent get-together. This was about to get wild.
Mom and Jamna exchanged a few words, all smiles, before everyone moved to the inner room, and the hall lights went out. I sneaked closer, finding a large empty hall next to the room—probably meant for storage, but perfect for my spying. Peeking inside, I saw mattresses spread out on the floor. Mom was sitting there, the principal next to her, his hands all over her. He was kissing her neck, his lips sucking on her skin, while his fingers tugged at her saree pallu, exposing her cleavage. Mom’s eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, like she was already lost in the heat of it.
On the other side, Jamna was getting the same treatment. Two old guys were on her—one yanking off her saree, the other shoving his tongue down her throat. In no time, both Mom and Jamna were stark naked. Mom’s pale skin glowed under the dim light, her full tits bouncing slightly, her round ass looking so damn fuckable. The old men stripped too, stroking their cocks, each one about 6 or 7 inches, hard and glistening with precum.
The men lined up in front of Mom and Jamna, their cocks in their faces. Mom grabbed one guy’s dick, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking it slowly at first, then faster. She leaned in, her tongue flicking over the tip, licking the precum off like it was candy. She teased the head, swirling her tongue around it, before taking the whole thing deep into her mouth, her lips stretching around it. Jamna was doing the same, sucking off the other two guys one by one, her head bobbing back and forth. The room was filled with their moans—deep, guttural “ohhh… fuck… ahhh…” sounds as the women worked their cocks like pros.
After a while, the old guys switched things up. They stood Mom up and bent her over, her ass in the air, her tits dangling. One geezer shoved his cock into her mouth, grabbing her hair to guide her as he fucked her face. The principal got behind her, spreading her ass cheeks to get a good look at her wet pussy. He rubbed his cock against her slit, coating it with her juices, before slamming it in with one hard thrust. Mom’s pussy was so wet it took him in easily, and he started pounding her, his hands gripping her hips, the sound of his balls slapping her ass echoing through the room—thwap, thwap, thwap. Mom’s moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth, her body rocking with every thrust.
Another old guy slid under her, grabbing her swinging tits. He squeezed them hard, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, before sucking on her nipples, biting them gently. His tongue swirled around her areolas, making her moan even louder around the cock in her mouth. Meanwhile, Jamna was on her back, legs spread wide, with one guy fucking her pussy like a jackhammer. She was screaming, “Fuck me harder… ohhh… yes… tear my pussy up!” The sound of wet flesh slapping together filled the air, driving the whole scene into a frenzy.
The principal was relentless, his thrusts getting faster, his grip on Mom’s hips bruising her skin. Her ass cheeks were red from the pounding, jiggling with every slam. Finally, he groaned loudly, his body shaking as he unloaded deep inside her pussy, his cum dripping down her thighs. He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, before pulling out. Over on the other side, the guy fucking Jamna came too, filling her up before collapsing beside her. The principal and Jamna started getting dressed and left the room, so I ducked back into the balcony to avoid getting caught.
When I crept back, I heard Mom’s moans again—louder, more desperate. Peeking in, I saw the guy who’d been face-fucking her now had her flat on her back, her legs up on his shoulders. He was drilling her pussy, his cock slamming into her with wet, sloppy sounds. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust, her face twisted in pleasure and pain. The other guy was straddling her chest, rubbing his cock between her tits before shoving it back into her mouth. Mom was getting fucked from both ends, her body trembling under the assault.
The guy in her mouth didn’t last long—he groaned and shot his load right down her throat. Mom had no choice but to swallow every drop. He got up, dressed, and left. I hid again, then returned to see the last old guy still at it. Mom was on her hands and knees now, doggy-style, her ass high in the air. The guy was behind her, trying to push his cock into her tight asshole. Mom was begging, “No… please… not my ass… fuck my pussy instead… I can’t take it…” But the horny bastard didn’t listen. He spat on her asshole, lubing it up, and pushed the tip in. Mom screamed, tears streaming down her face, “Oh God… no… it hurts… please…”
He grabbed her tits from behind, squeezing them hard, and gave one brutal thrust, burying his cock deep in her ass. Mom’s scream echoed through the room, “Aaaah… fuck… I’m dying…” He didn’t stop, fucking her ass with slow, deliberate strokes, her body shaking with every movement. She kept begging, “Stop… please… my ass… it’s too much…” but he just kept going, gr