I’m Sunny, a 22-year-old guy from Bharuch, Gujarat. I’m obsessed with porn—desi porn, to be exact. Every night, I’m glued to my phone, watching steamy videos of raw, dirty sex and jerking off to them. I also love reading sex stories, especially the ones about moms getting pounded or wild group sex sessions. My mom, Neeta, is 42 and a schoolteacher. She’s not some drop-dead gorgeous babe, but she’s a woman, and that’s enough to make heads turn. Her figure is a curvy 34-28-36, the kind that makes you imagine what’s under her clothes. She always wears sarees, being the traditional Gujarati woman she is, tied low below her navel, showing off her smooth waist and making her look insanely sexy. Her walk has this sway that screams confidence and seduction.
My dad got transferred to Delhi, so now it’s just me, my mom, and my younger sister at home. This story goes back to when I flunked my diploma and was sitting idle at home, doing nothing but wasting time. Mom wasn’t having it. One day, she snapped at me, “Sunny, get off your ass and find a job! You can’t just sit around all day.” I shrugged and said, “Mom, it’s not like jobs are falling from the sky.” She gave me a stern look and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out.”
Mom pulled some strings with her school principal, an old friend of hers, who hooked me up with a job at a car workshop. The manager there was Babulal, a rugged guy in his late 50s or early 60s. He had a hard face and sharp eyes that seemed to hide a sly agenda. Thanks to the principal’s reference, Mom got me a gig as a computer operator with a decent 15,000-rupee salary. The job was chill—mostly sitting at a computer all day, from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. Mom’s school hours were 7 a.m. to 1 p.m., so our schedules were different.
I’d heard rumors about Mom before. I knew she wasn’t exactly the saintly type—she had a wild side, a slutty streak I’d caught glimpses of. But I never imagined she’d go this far to secure my job.
One afternoon, around 3 p.m., Mom showed up at the workshop. She was wearing a tight pink top and white leggings that hugged her curves like a second skin. The top’s neckline was low, showing off her cleavage, and her waist was bare, teasing everyone around. I was busy with my work, and the other workers were caught up in theirs. Mom didn’t notice me and headed straight to Babulal’s cabin in the back. None of the workers knew she was my mom.
She was in there for about two hours. When she came out, she was walking slowly, almost limping, her saree slightly disheveled. She hopped into a rickshaw and left. I got suspicious. I’d seen Mom in situations like this before, and my gut told me something dirty had gone down. That evening at home, she acted like nothing happened, all calm and normal.
Two weeks later, she showed up again, this time in a yellow saree that clung to her body, her navel on full display, her curves screaming for attention. She went straight to Babulal’s cabin again. That day, work was slow, and I was free, so my curiosity got the better of me. I sneaked to the back of the cabin, where there was a slider window, slightly open—just enough for me to peek through.
What I saw blew my mind. Mom was stark naked, sitting on the table. Babulal was naked too, standing between her legs, his thick 6-inch cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Mom was moaning loudly—ohhh… ahhh… mmm…—her eyes half-closed, her face flushed with pleasure. Babulal had one hand on her back, the other gripping her hair, pulling her into a deep, sloppy kiss. Their tongues were tangled, and Mom was giving it back as good as she got, lost in the heat of it.
Then another guy walked in—Asif, about Babulal’s age, with a long beard and dressed in a salwar-kameez. He stripped down and sat on a chair, stroking his massive cock, which looked even bigger than Babulal’s, maybe 7 inches and thick as hell. Babulal suddenly pulled out of Mom’s pussy and sat down, saying, “Neeta, this is Asif bhai, my special guest. You’ve got to please him today. In return, he’ll get Sunny a job at a top company.” Mom just nodded and said, “Okay,” then climbed into Asif’s lap.
She started kissing him hard, their lips locked in a hungry dance. Asif grabbed her tits with both hands, squeezing them roughly, making her gasp. He asked, “What’s your name, sweetheart?” She purred, “Neeta.” Then she went wild, licking his neck, his hairy chest, and even sticking her tongue in his navel. She slid down to her knees, grabbed his huge cock, and started licking it like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around the tip and the thick shaft. His pubic hair didn’t faze her—she licked through it, savoring every inch. Then she took his cock in her mouth, struggling to fit even half of it. Asif grabbed her head and pushed it down, forcing his cock deeper until it hit her throat. Mom gagged but kept sucking, her moans muffled.
Babulal got up and told Asif to sit on the floor. Asif did, and Mom got on all fours, her ass in the air. She took Asif’s cock back in her mouth, sucking it like a pro. Babulal knelt behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and shoved his cock back into her dripping pussy. He started pounding her hard, each thrust making her body shake. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass—thap-thap-thap—filled the cabin. Mom’s moans were stifled by Asif’s cock, but she kept making these hot “mmm… mmm…” sounds. Her ass was turning red from Babulal’s relentless thrusts, and his hands left marks on her waist.
Babulal’s pace quickened, and it was clear he was about to cum. He grabbed her hips tighter, slamming into her even harder. Then, in one swift move, he pulled out, grabbed her hair, and yanked her toward him. Asif’s cock slipped out of her mouth, and Babulal shoved his own cock between her lips. Mom opened her mouth wide, taking it in. Babulal held her head with both hands, groaning—ahhh… ohhh…—as he unloaded his cum down her throat. Mom swallowed every drop, and Babulal collapsed onto a chair, spent.
Asif stood Mom up, bent her over the table, and spread her legs wide. He tried to push his massive cock into her pussy from behind, but it was so big that only half went in. Mom screamed—ohhh… fuck…—her voice dripping with pain and pleasure. Asif didn’t stop. He put one hand on her stomach, the other on her tits, and kept thrusting. His belly was getting in the way, so he made her get on all fours again to get a better angle. This time, he rammed his cock in deep, and Mom’s pussy stretched to take it all. She was screaming—ahhh… ohhh…—her body trembling, sweat dripping down her face.
Babulal turned on the TV and blasted some music to drown out her screams. Asif kept pounding her, his cock slamming into her pussy with brutal force. Then he flipped her around, lay on the floor, and pulled her onto his cock. She straddled him, her pussy swallowing his entire length. Her eyes were closed, and it looked like his cock was hitting her womb—the same womb I came from. Mom was bouncing on him, her moans getting louder—ahhh… fuck… yes…—her hands and knees planted on the floor for support. Asif’s hands gripped her waist, guiding her up and down.
While this was happening, two workers showed up near the window. They saw me peeking and asked, “What are you looking at?” I didn’t say anything, and they joined me, peering inside. Seeing Mom like that, their cocks got hard instantly. They pulled them out and started jerking off. One of them even started recording a video on his phone. I couldn’t stop him—doing so would’ve raised suspicions that she was my mom. So, I just stood there, watching in silence.
Asif told Mom to stand up, then asked Babulal for some grease. Babulal handed him a tube. Asif put on a condom—up until now, he’d been fucking her raw—and slathered it with grease. He made Mom get on all fours again, then rubbed grease on her asshole, sliding a finger inside to lube it up. Mom’s breathing got heavy, her body tensing. Asif knelt behind her and started pushing his cock into her ass. The grease helped, and half his cock slid in. Mom gasped, clearly in pain but not stopping him. He started thrusting slowly, grabbing her hips for leverage. Mom moaned with every thrust—ahhh… ohhh… mmm…—her voice a mix of agony and ecstasy. Then, with one hard thrust, Asif buried his entire cock in her ass. Mom screamed, tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t protest. Asif kept pounding her ass, relentless, her body shaking with each thrust.
After a while, Asif’s thrusts got faster. He grabbed her hips tighter and fucked her ass like a machine. Then he groaned and came, his cum filling the condom. He pulled out and slumped against the wall, exhausted. Mom collapsed on the floor, her body limp, her ass and pussy clearly sore from the brutal fucking.
The two workers and I were still watching. One of them had recorded a 20-minute video. Both jerked off and came, then shared the video with each other. I secretly recorded it too, then slipped away. Mom, Asif, and Babulal were still in the cabin when I left.
When it was time to go home, I headed out. On the way, Mom called me, saying, “Sunny, I’m at your aunt’s place. I’ll be home in a couple of hours.” I knew she was still in the cabin. When she got home two hours later, she was limping, her face tired but trying to act normal. I didn’t ask her anything—I knew exactly what had happened.
Watching Mom get fucked like that was weirdly hot. She was clearly enjoying it, even if it was for my job. It fucked with my head, but it also turned me on. That night, I watched the video I’d recorded and jerked off, unable to shake the image of her moaning and taking those cocks.