Chapter 436 - 1

"Can you go slow, baby?" Sharmila asked.

Arjun closed his eyes tight for a moment and then looked into hers. "If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop."

"It will hurt, at first. But I need you so bad," Sharmila whispered, another tear rolling down her cheek.

She raised her head and they both looked down as she slowly slid the fat head up and down her pussy, thoroughly coating it with her juices and his pre-come.

"Ready, honey?" She whispered softly, her voice trembling.

He nodded and leaned down to kiss her. With their mouths pressed together, she pushed his giant cock lower until the tip pressed against her opening.

"Slow and gentle," she panted, sliding her little hand halfway down the splitting shaft while her other hand came up to press against his chest.

Sangeeta could hardly breathe and her hands were shaking so badly, he could barely hold the door for support, in front of Arjun. From that angle she had a perfect view of Arjun's huge cock poised to sink into his aunt's poor little pussy.

Sharmila pushed him back again until contact was broken and then she pulled him forward. The massive head pushed in no more than halfway before she let out a gasp that was equal parts pleasure and pain.

"W-want me to stop?" Arjun asked.

She gulped a breath and whispered; "Just go very slowly."

She pushed him all the way back out again and once more dragged the tip up and down her drenched slit. She gulped a deep breath and fit the tip in again. He pushed into the previous depth and a fraction of an inch more."

"I-it's so tight," he hissed.

"I need to pull my legs up h-higher," Sharmila breathed. "I'm going to let go and you have to go slow by yourself. Okay, baby?"

Arjun nodded. "Promise."

She put her hands behind her knees to pull her legs back and wide, tilting her pussy up to him in complete vulnerability.

Arjun balanced on one hand while he gripped his cock with the other. Making both of them gasp, he dragged the head up and down her slit again and dipped his hips to make the angle less severe as he pushed the head halfway in.

Sharmila made a gurgling sound.

"S-stop?" Arjun choked.

Her eyes tightly shut, she shook her head and whispered. "Push the head all the way in."

"Y-you s-sure?"

"Yes. Push the head in."

Arjun swallowed a deep breath and pushed.

Sangeeta gasped as he watched the fat mushroom burrow in, stretching her impossibly wide and causing her to let out a cry that was clearly more pain than pleasure.

"I-I'm s-stopping," Arjun said.

"No, baby! Don't move."

He held perfectly still for a long moment.

Her eyes half-opened and she smiled at him. "It's just so, so big, sweetie, but the p-pain is starting to go away and my pussy remembers you," she panted. "P-pull back out very slowly and then very gently push all the head in again. Just the head."

Arjun dragged back until just the very tip was in. "You sure, mommy?"

She nodded. "Push, baby. Just the head in and out slowly."

Sangeeta watched in awe as the huge-cocked teen exerted unbelievable self-control and gently, slowly fed Sharmila just the head of his cock. Sangeeta knew the temptation, the raw need, to lunge forward had to be overwhelming, but Arjun held back and tenderly fucked only the head in and out.

After a moment, Sharmila moved her shaking hands to Arjun's shoulders and she pulled his face to hers.

"Just like that, my sweet husband," she whispered before pressing her mouth against his once more.

They kissed and whimpered for a long moment and then she leaned back and smiled at him. "Just a tiny bit more each time."

Arjun nodded. His eyes were slits and his teeth gritted. He pulled back and pushed in a little bit more before retreating. With each push into her, his mother let out a soft gap.

Spellbound, Sangeeta watched the teen feed more and more of his mammoth cock into her tiny pussy. Each time Arjun pulled back, his incredibly thick rod was coated with more of her increasingly frothy white fuck-lube. Sangeeta was sure it took nearly a minute to get the giant cock halfway in, and by then Arjun was obviously on the verge of losing control.

Sharmila let her legs fall a little flatter, allowing the top of Arjun's huge cock to rub against her clit. She was panting and her hips were starting to buck and twist. She reached back to grasp the corners the pillow, bracing herself.

"A-all the w-way, baby," she gasped. "Go slow and push it all the way into me."

"S-sure?" Arjun asked in a combination of concern and excitement.

She nodded, her eyes tearing up again. "Make love to me, hubby," she choked.

Arjun leaned down to kiss her lovingly as he drew back. Then he raised his head a little and looked into her eyes. "I love you, mommy."

"I love you, too. Make love to me."

Sangeeta choked back a gasp of her own as she watched the huge cock slowly and gently push all the way into her pussy with one stroke until Arjun's tightening balls were pressed up against her bottom.

Her eyes bulging, gasping to catch her breath, Sharmila's arms came up to wrap around her son and hold him still. "So BIG!" She cried out. "So big and hard!

"Feels so wonderful," he panted.

"And I can feel it pulsing," she gasped in awe. "Are you ready to come in me?"

"C-can't hold b-back much longer."

She kissed him and whispered urgently; "Squirt inside me, honey. Fill me up with your come."

His hips began to move slowly and slightly at first, but it wasn't long before he was clutching her in his arms and panting into her neck. His strokes grew longer and faster and Sharmila gulped to breathe as he fucked her harder and harder. She clung to him like a rag doll as their bodies slapped together wetly and they humped each other with growing abandon.

Sangeeta leaned in, watching the gigantic cock fuck her fast and deep but somehow not roughly. There was a definite love-making tenderness to what Sharmila and her son shared as they drew closer and closer to climax.

Suddenly, Arjun let out a cry and his hips jack-hammered uncontrollably.

"Yesssssssssss!" Sharmila cried deliriously. "COME INSIDE ME!"

Sangeeta saw her eyes roll up and she knew Sharmila was coming too. Coming hard. She looked back at Arjun & he could tell that Arjun's cock had swelled even bigger to pump her pussy with his seed. Their orgasms were frenetic and lovingly passionate as they took and gave unspeakable pleasure from and to each other in violation of the ultimate taboo.

Gradually, Arjun's humping stopped and they collapsed into each other.

"That was wonderful, baby," she breathed heavily, caressing his heaving back. She turned her head and they kissed long and deep. They stayed in that loving, necking embrace until she pulled away to look at him with delighted surprise. "You're still hard, honey. Do you want to do it again?"

Sangeeta also could hardly believe it.

"Can we? Please?" Arjun asked softly.

"Of course, we can, baby, but let's try it a different way. Okay?"

He nodded eagerly and she kissed his forehead sweetly. "Lift up and pull out very slowly."

Sangeeta watched at their nether regions as Arjun rose up and slowly backed out. His giant cock was still rock hard and glistened brightly from their juices. As it came out, thick globs of come spilled out of her and dripped to the sheet under her ass. His gentle withdraws took almost as long as the penetration.

"You shoot so much come," Sharmila marvelled. "It's like I'm filled up till my lungs."

Arjun finally pulled all the way back, the head slipping out of her with a soft "pop." He leaned back on his haunches to gaze at his mother's swollen pussy and the puddle underneath her. "Yeah, I guess it's a lot," he said sheepishly.

"And there's still more inside me. Put the towel under my butt, please."

She arched up to let Arjun put the towel under her bottom. She lay back and put her hands on her lower belly as she spread her legs. His throat went dry when she began massaging her stomach in circles, her fingers moving lower. Her vagina opened a tiny bit and a thick wad of her son's come oozed out. Her hands moved lower and the glob became a steady trickle and then a heavy flow leaking onto the towel.

"Wow, that was a lot," Arjun said.

"It felt like a gallon squirted inside me." She pushed her fingertips into her mound just above her clitoris and one last fat dollop slid out. "I think that's all. Can you pull the towel out and fold it up so it doesn't get everywhere."?

Arjun slid the towel out and she sat up when he twisted away to set it on the floor. When he turned back she was sitting up directly in front of him gazing at his jutting, glistening cock. She smiled up into his eyes as she reached up to cup his fat balls and gently caress the steely shaft.

"It's not just amazing how big and beautiful it is, and how much come you shoot," she marvelled, "but also how hard it stays after you've squirted so many times so quickly." She leaned in and gave the tip a gentle kiss.

She kissed the tip again, and then like before, she flicked her tongue against the underneath of the crown as she slowly stretched her mouth to engulf the entire head. Her hands worked his shaft and balls slowly as she nursed the fat mushroom. His body began to tremble and he put his shaking hands on her shoulders.

After a long moment she pulled her mouth off and continued to stroke as she smiled up at him. "Do you want to squirt in mommy's mouth? Or do you want to make love again?" She cooed, teasing the head with more light kisses.

"B-both." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Me, too," she beamed. "How about we make love in a different position and then if your penis is still hard and excited after that, I'll let you squirt in my mouth." She kissed the head again. "Is that okay, baby?"

"Oh, yeah," he gulped, his cock twitching.

"Okay. This time we'll do it with me on top. Lay down where I was."

Kneeling next to him, Sharmila gripped his cock again and stroked it as she leaned down to briefly kiss him on the mouth.

"The advantage of this is you can hold and suck my breasts while we make love. Would you like that?"

He nodded excitedly as she twisted to throw a leg over him and sat down with his bucking cock in front of her. She grasped it with both hands and levered it up to press it against her softly rounded belly.

"This time you let me do everything to put it in. You need to hold still until it's all the way in. But," she said letting his cock fall against his stomach, "you can suck mommy's titties."

She lowered her hips and slid forward, dragging her slit up and down his cock as she cupped a breast and leaned forward to guide its bursting nipple into his mouth. They both whimpered when he sucked it in greedily and brought his hands up to gently knead her dangling mounds.

"So good, baby," she whispered. "You suck mommy's titties so good." She twisted her shoulders and the nipple popped out of his mouth with a loud smacking sound as she fed him the other one. "Mommy's nipples are so, so sensitive," she choked.

She let him feast on her breasts for a long moment and then she slid her hips forward until his cock popped out from between their bodies and slapped on her smoothly plump ass. Mewling and quivering, she levered back so that his cock pushed up and slid along the crevice between her jiggling cheeks, causing Sangeeta to wonder if she would ever try to take him anally.

"Ready, baby?" She cooed. "Ready for your big penis to go inside me again?"

Arjun relinquished his mouth hold, but not his grip. "Yesssss."

"Remember, you have to hold still until it's all the way in."

He nodded.

Sharmila rocked forward and rose up. The head of Arjun's cock dragged down her ass and then nudged up against her swollen pussy. She slid along the shaft a few times, making it shiny with her wetness and then she moved higher, twisting her hips in a slow, sensuous gyration until her opening brushed the very tip.

"So, so big," Sharmila groaned as she teasingly, delicately slid her vaginal lips lower to kiss the oozing crown.

Sangeeta watched her beautiful face contort into a mask of pleasure and slight pain as she rocked her hips back and forth to take more and more of the head. She let out a gasp when the entire head sank into her dripping slit.

"Soooooo big," she moaned, rising up slowly and then gradually dropping herself again to take the full head and a fraction of the splitting shaft.

Arjun was still holding her immense breasts, his head tilted down to watch her pussy slowly devour his huge cock.

Up and down. Up and down Sharmila went, moaning and panting, as she impaled herself deeper and deeper.

My son's giant cock gradually disappeared inside his aunt. Like before, her lubrication was frothy and white, leaving shiny trails on the bright pink shaft as it went in and out and in and out. Her head drooping, eyes tightly shut, she whimpered continuously as she force fed more and more of the giant pole into her clenching pussy.

Sharmila reached the halfway point and opened her eyes to smile down at Arjun. "Ready, honey?" She rasped. "Ready to go all the way inside me?"

He nodded and held her massive tits tightly.

She rose up until just the very tip was embedded and then, with a whooshing gasp, she sank herself all the way onto her son's huge cock. She cried out in pain and pleasure and pressed down tightly against him, her immense tits mashing out to the sides. Arjun's arms came up to hold her as she struggled to accommodate his enormity.

They remained perfectly still for a moment and then she lifted her face to smile at him. "You feel so good inside me," she whispered.

"Oh, yeah. Feels wonderful."

They kissed again. Another of those long, gentle probing kisses. With their mouths still pressed together, Sharmila began to twist her hips a little and grind against him.

"Mommy's gonna come again!" She suddenly cried, her humping becoming almost feverish.

Sangeeta watched Arjun's hands slide down her back to grasp her quivering cheeks, and that made her humping even more wildly passionate. Except for kneading her ass, Arjun remained perfectly still as she rode him to three, maybe four orgasms before she finally collapsed on top of him.

"I-I can't do it like this," she choked. "Not yet. It's just so big and feels so good that I can't do anything except barely breathe."

"What do you want me to do?" Arjun asked softly. "Should we stop?"

"No. I want you to squirt inside me again. I want to feel your jizz shooting into me."

"Do you want me to get on top?" He asked.

She nodded and smiled as she rose up to slowly lift off him. She took her time and when she finally pulled all the way off his rock-hard cock, it popped out and slapped wetly on his tight belly.

Sangeeta watched her make a of stack pillows. The heap created a platform that elevated her entire body above the mattress and essentially turned her into an altar with her lower body and pussy tilted up for easier penetration. Sangeeta thought it was incredibly sexy and from the way Arjun's cock bucked and throbbed, it looked like he agreed.

"Get between mommy's legs," Sharmila cooed.

Arjun scooted forward, his huge cock waggling threateningly.

"Instead of laying on me, stay like that," she instructed gently. "Hold your penis at the base and feed it into me slowly."

Arjun gripped his cock and backed up a little. In her position and angle, he had to bend it down only slightly to drag the head up along her sopping furrow.

"Y-you're in control this time, honey," she mewled. "I want you to be in charge and... use me, use my body to make both of us feel wonderful."

Arjun smiled and nodded as he continued to rub the blunt tip up and down her oozing slit. He briefly, teasingly dipped part of the head into her opening and pulled it back out again.

"Yessssssss," she groaned. "I'm completely vulnerable to whatever you want to do with your pe... your huge cock. I want you to... fuck me, baby. Fuck mommy with your huge cock."

Sangeeta recoiled in delighted shock. Here she was lewdly imploring her own nephew to literally fuck her with his huge cock. From the look on Arjun's face, he seemed acquainted to her dirty talk.

My horse-cocked son levered his giant rod down and forcefully, but not roughly pressed the entire head into her with one slow push.

"Yesssssssss, baby," she groaned. "Use me, take me."

He drew back once more and then dragged his cock up her swollen gash to rub the head directly on her clitoris. She let out a cry of surprise and utter delight, and looked down between her lolling breasts to watch him tease and massage her straining bud with his massive tool.

"Does that feel good, mommy?" He asked with a knowing grin as he rubbed his cock harder against her clit.

She squirmed and moaned and then cried; "Gonna make me c-come again!" She gripped the corners of the pillow behind her head and her hips uncontrollably bucked up against his rod as he rubbed faster and faster.

It looked to Sangeeta like she had at least five small orgasms before her body went limp and she panted to catch her breath. By her count, she had orgasmed at least a dozen times tonight.

"Put it in me, please," she begged, reaching behind her knees to pull her legs up and apart, splaying her pussy wider. "Fuck me, baby."

Arjun dragged the head back down and stirred it around her hole, thoroughly lubricating it with her wetness and his pre-come.

"Ready, mommy?" He teased sweetly.

"Yessssssss. Fuck me, baby," she groaned deliriously.

Bracing his hands on top of her knees, Arjun pushed forward, ploughing into his mother's pussy with a slow, relentless thrust that lasted many seconds before he was fully inside.

"So good," she cried, panting and twisting under him. "Your huge cock feels sooooooo good!"

Her hands fell away from her legs and Arjun gripped them behind the knees as she had, holding them up and apart as he dragged back slowly and then shoved in again.

Sangeeta watched the illicit tableau breathlessly. Arjun was in complete control, fucking his aunt like he'd done it a million times. He and his gigantic cock were totally dominant, and Sharmila was like a rag doll as he slowly but powerfully fucked in and out with a steady tempo.

"W-wonderful," Sharmila gasped. "P-push my legs higher so you can fuck me deeper."

Arjun shifted his weight forward a little and pushed her legs farther up and apart as he drew back. And then with her as wide as possible, he shoved in harder and faster than before, making his aunt scream and gasp for air.

"Yesssssss! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!"

Arjun leaned forward a little more and pushed her legs up so high the tops of her thighs were nearly touching her sloshing tits. He drilled in and out faster and faster, his swinging balls slapping wetly on her ass.

Sangeeta realized he was breathing very fast, too, matching their panting gasps as the hugely hung Arjun relentlessly ploughed his cock into Sharmila who happily lay there taking it with complete surrender. Their intense fucking went on for several minutes and then Sangeeta saw that his son's shoulders were hunching and tensing, and his fat balls were drawing up.

"G-gonna come!" Arjun groaned, his hips bucking faster yet.

"Yesssssssss!" Sharmila cried. "Fuck me! Squirt your come inside me!"

Arjun went in all the way and his entire body arched forward as he let out a guttural groan.

"I feel it!" Sharmila cried. "I feel it exploding and squirting!"

And then her body arched up and Sharmila and my son were humping against each other in unspeakable ecstasy.

Sangeeta's throat went dry. Their whimpering, panting orgasms seemed to go on forever until Arjun eventually slowed and then collapsed on top of her. She brought her arms and legs up to hold him tightly and whisper softly, lovingly in his ear. Though Arjun's cock was still embedded in her pussy, Sangeeta could see it was finally deflating. He watched the giant cock soften and shrink and as it did, come oozed out around it to drench the pillow under her ass.

"Honey?" Sharmila asked softly. "Are you asleep?"

Arjun murmured incoherently.

She kissed his cheek and closed her eyes, still clutching him tightly.

Sangeeta watched a minute or so longer until she realized that both were sound asleep, exhausted from their marathon lovemaking. She crept out the closet and crawled away to her room, tired herself with what she had seen.

t has been 1 month since Sharmila has moved in to our house again. Covid-19 second wave was just beginning in India.

Sangeeta had whole heartedly accepted the fact that her son was deeply and madly in love with the women in his family and wanted to own both of them, but the mother inside her hadn't accepted the carnal desires willingly. She kept resisting Arjun's meek advances but gave blessings to Sharmila and Arjun to continue their sojourns within the privacy of their house.

In the meanwhile, she kept herself busy with her neighbour friends and charity activities as news of widespread fatalities rocked their quaint little village as well.

Sangeeta was childhood friends with another lady in the village, a Muslim named Sahana Khan, with whom she shared a deep bond and they frequented each other's house on a daily basis. Sahana was a beautiful lady as are most Muslims and also a pious and simple soul at heart. Very much like Sangeeta, she had an hourglass figure and tall and wiry, but she always kept her figure hidden in a loose burqa when she was outdoors. She had married into a poor family and therefore they depended on the Singh family whenever they faced any hardships. Sahana had been desperately trying for a child but Allah wasn't kind to her.

During the peak of first wave of Covid, tragedy struck the Khan family and Sahana's husband and brother along with their old mother all succumbed to the virus. Sahana herself was admitted and barely made it alive after Arjun was kind enough to pay for her medical treatment, on the insistence of his mother.

At the age of 42, she was in the prime of her life when tragedy befell her. Her husband, a relatively young man in his late forties passed away so suddenly that it had shaken Sahana's world. Her husband took care of her every want and needs but one. Her husband was a proud man and while it had been several years, they had been trying for a child but they had only lately discovered that her husband was impotent.

The doctor had told them that Sahana was in fact extremely fertile and they could use donor sperm to gain them a pregnancy. Her husband's strict words stayed with her for the rest of her time.

"You are my wife and Allah as my witness, only my sperm will ever be inside you," her husband told her leaving no doubt that her only option was to pray for a miracle or stay barren, like Sharmila Devi. There was a deep yearning within her for children but she buried that deep inside of herself as she found contentment in her marriage. But underneath that supposed contentment was churning, severe sexual frustration as, as soon as her husband found out about his impotency, it also seemed to kill his drive too.

Sahana put her whole self in to her marriage and when she lost her family it seemed as though all meaning was lost from her life. She was alone in the truest self of the word and her own sister who was her only living family, lived across the country in Bangalore. So much of her life had been about being the good wife for her husband that she never truly had a life of her own, nor that many connections or close friends, other than Sangeeta.

The only person whom she could confide her frustrations was Sangeeta and whenever they met over the months, she would break down and often ask help from Sangeeta on what next for her.

Sangeeta also felt helpless as it's difficult enough to be a widow and on top of it middle aged, for Sahana to find love again. As she kept thinking and filtering out men in the village who could genuinely take care of Sahana, that's when the idea struck her.

She had been hearing from Sharmila since last few weeks that she couldn't keep up with the youthful virility of Arjun and needed a companion to share her burden of pleasuring Arjun on a daily basis from evening to morning and often during the mid-day as well. Even her wild body needed some rest from the monstrous annihilation that Arjun inflicted upon her, unabated.

Why not have Sahana join Sharmila as my son's sex consort?

Keeping aside all virtues that Sahana had, she was also bit dense in the mind & she could easily be manipulated, basically a naïve simpleton. She could be moulded to fit the bill of a slut, given proper stimulus.

Over the period of next few weeks, Sangeeta spent most of her time with Sahana at her place. She would bring expensive sarees from her early marriage days and ask her to keep it for herself as she didn't need them. She would chit chat about how her son had grown up into a dashing man and glance furtively to see what Sahana thinks about his son. She would show pics of her son on her mobile which she would have taken when Arjun would be working the fields or exercising, to create a physical interest in Sahana as she knew Arjun's body was irresistible to any and all.

She also shared a few perfumes and fragrant oils with Sahana and ask her not to mourn her dead husband anymore but live a new untethered life. She feared her pious religious bent would be an issue, so she also kept repeating to her the virtues of switching to a Hindu life and persuaded her to attend the local Shiva temple with her to achieve peace of mind and mingle more freely with the other ladies in the village.

Sangeeta would give money to Sahana and cajole her to buy costly cosmetics and ask her to look beautiful, as a beautiful body also leads to more happiness.

They would go on long walks together on their vacant fields during the summer evenings, and Sangeeta would take the opportunity to explain to her how fitness is also required at their age to be agile and continue to have a supple body for later years.

She primed Sahana over a period of a month with an overload of sensory information and could already see the changes in Sahana's mindset. Sahana gradually lost an inhibition around people in general and hardly took her hijab with her anymore. She would wear the sarees gifted by Sangeeta when they went for evening temple gathering and also took an active part in Hindu customs.

In the meanwhile, Sangeeta had confided her plan to Sharmila & asked her to feint tiredness and exhaustion and avoid Arjun as much as she can and increase his sexual frustrations over the month.

When Sangeeta thought the time was fit, she put the wheels in motion.

Sangeeta convinced Arjun that Sahana needed their help and he must do whatever he can to help her alleviate her mental condition and that he must also do it covertly so as to not attract unnecessary rumours. So, it's best that he goes himself whenever Sahana needed help.

One evening, Sangeeta urgently called Arjun and told him that the bathroom pipes were not working at Sahana's place and needed repair. Arjun didn't suspect anything and oblivious to the ruse setup by his mother, he jogged to Sahana's home.

As Arjun half crouched under the faucet and tried to pry it open, Sahana squatted behind him to see what was going on, ready to help in case the young boy needed it. As Arjun turned back to ask Sahana something, he saw the saree had fallen half across her chest and a fathomless heaving milky white cleavage was staring right at him. There was an immediate reaction in his joggers and his cock strained against the hem of his pants. Naughty scenes started playing in loop in his mind and his mind was clouded with excitement. He thought to take advantage of the dim-witted widow now that she was up for grabs.

Arjun feinted that he needed some soap water to loosen the tap and Sahana gladly ran back to the kitchen and brought a bucket full of soap water. As Arjun poured the water, he played careless and sprayed a lot of soapy bubbles over himself and some on Sahana as well.

"Oh my gosh!" Sahana got up immediately and backed away from the bathroom floor. Arjun had to keep from grinning as she looked down at her wet blouse. Arjun could see the shape of her breasts and the style of bra she was wearing as the water made the blouse nearly transparent.

"I am so sorry Sahana aunty! Don't you worry about it. You have a washer, right? Just pop it in the dryer for a few minutes." Arjun offered his devilish solution.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Sahana asked wide-eyed.

"Don't you worry about a thing. Go get your blouse dry!"

Sahana returned back in the saree and her pendulous boobs were swinging freely under the saree draped tightly across her chest. The sight was so obscene that Arjun's dick started to throb hard.

As water soaked into the dress, Arjun's manhood as clearly outlined against his leg.

Sahana gasped at the sight in front of her. She could not believe what she was watching. Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets; her mouth was open wide with shock.

Sahana was covering her mouth with her hand as she could not believe what had just happened. The sight was imprinted on her mind. She stood against the worktop as she tried to regain her breathing. Her chest was heaving as she was breathing so hard.

It was big, no, it was huge, no, it was monstrous & she could not stop thinking about it. Her husband was no more than 5 inches but Arjun had a monster. She thought it must be 12 inches at a minimum and it did not even look fully hard. She was feeling hot like never before.

One sight of that cock and her mind was filled with the vilest thoughts.

She could not believe how wet she was. She had never been this horny before.

"Oh Allah, what is that thing!!" her hands magnetically started to touch the throbbing cock above the trouser.

"Would you like to play with my cock aunty?" Saying this, Arjun dropped his trousers and stood up. His cock was a goliath standing erect and the head hit Sahana on her chin. It was scalding hot and just the touch of a man's tool brought back all the deeply repressed memories.

"Grab the base, the bottom of the cock, Sahana aunty, with one hand on top of the other and stroke the whole length. Up and down, over and over."

"Hold your hands still Aunty and let me slide my penis in them." Sahana obliged.

Sahana had one hand on top of the other forming a hole with her two hands as Arjun's cock moved its length through the tight space she created. He looked over to see her luscious tits heaving and moving around as a result of his thrusts. Her back was arched and her ample ass stuck out.

"Grip it tighter!" Arjun said as his rock-hard cock began fucking her hands as she tried to keep them stationary to allow his motion. He bucked his hips up. Sahana's succulent body moved with his thrusts. Her drooping heavy boobs gyrated as she tried to get the young man to cum. He was fucking her through her hands and her body shook in sync with his thrusts.

Sahana thought "He is using my hands to stimulate his penis! It looks like he is getting very worked up!" Her eyes were fixed on the gigantic cock that worked its way through the soapy water as it slid through her hands.

As he continued, she thought she saw his pee-hole open up even wider than it already was and then a loud yell emanated from Arjun:

"God damn fuck, aunty!"

Sahana looked down at the penis and saw a huge, thick stream of thick, white fluid shoot up and away from the giant beast of a penis. He pushed his cock into her hands and she instinctively tightened her grip and pushed down as he pushed up. Streams of white hot cum laid on her face and head as Arjun roared out his orgasm.

Amazingly, the cock was still rock hard in her tiny little hands and still looked angry.

Sahana wasn't seeing clearly with the cum drying fast on her eyes and in her hurry collected all the cum she could in her finger and sucked it dry.

"His semen tastes rich and both salty and sweet at the same time. I have never tasted sperm before." Sahana thought to herself.

She remembered the fragrant massage oil that Sangeeta had gifted her. With one hand stroking Arjun's burly cock, she brought the oil bottle with the other and poured generous amounts on the angry purple head.

Aren't you going to get that nice saree dirty and oily? Shouldn't you take it off?"

Sahana was in a trance as she almost tore away the saree and threw it on the bathroom floor.

Arjun's testicles were huge. The size of golf balls. She had to massage one at a time. They were oval shaped and heavier than she was expecting. She rolled them around and pulled on them through the skin. She moved each one back-and-forth in her hands.

"That's enough of my balls aunty. My cock is killing me. I need it rubbed again. Don't try to make me ejaculate though. The last time was a fluke."

Her mouth was watering for some reason.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She looked at the thick, brown, long cock as if it were a god. She found it difficult to remain focused."

"Umm...It's so hard son, how does it feel?"

Sahana poured oil both on her hands and on his cock. The slick massage oil slowly dripped down the full length of his cock as it was held steady by Arjun's hands.

She looked at the cock with child-like enthusiasm. Like a little girl who just received a puppy for Ramzan. She was in heaven. She started a two-hand stroke at a very slow pace. Starting from the top all the way down to the base of the shaft and back up again. It took her considerable time when compared to stroking her husband. She could only use one hand on her husband anyway, and that covered his penis completely. This was a completely different experience.

"Are you feeling relief, son?" Her high-pitched voice increased his already steel-like hardness.

"Yes, aunty. A little faster, please." She was moving her whole body as she stroked him up and down. Her tits looked amazing as they swung below her belly from left to right as she pumped his dick so vigorously.

Sahana increased her speed and found that she was getting tired pretty quickly. She was determined to have him ejaculate again.

Her hands kept the increased pace and she began to sweat. After about twenty minutes of constant stroking, she stopped her current method and began to use one hand on his penis and one massaging his testicles.

She looked at his face and wondered what else she could do to help him feel better.

As she was bent over examining his testicles, she felt a stiffening in his very hard member. She returned to her two-handed method and he began to breathe harder.

"That's it, aunty...pump me hard now...hard!" He commanded.

Sahana was going as fast as she could along the thick shaft. She noticed his body began to become very tense and then...a loud shout, "Damn!" followed by an explosion of semen erupting from the tall rod. Sahana watched it as it shot up about a foot into the air and landed on her arm. She continued to stroke. The next shot landed on her hand and the rest on the floor in a small puddle.

"Oh, wow! Oh, Arjun! Twice in one hour!" She cooed. She continued stroking his cock.

By now in his head Arjun had a pretty solid notion that Sahana aunty was a natural submissive who had been pretty seriously neglected for several years and was eager to serve. Combine this with a sexual appetite that she was only now beginning to recognize and he knew he could be fucking her several times a day in the very near future.

Arjun led her holding her hands and his dick leading the way to the hall and sat on the bed cum sofa as he was a bit exhausted with the ejaculation.

Sahana moved a couch pillow to the floor and got between his legs, then poured oil onto his enormous penis. Arjun spread his legs wide apart.

Arjun's plan was playing out perfectly. Sahana was on her knees between his legs stroking his cock with both hands. She couldn't hide the excitement she felt. Her eyes were fixed upon his glistening, veiny throbbing tool and when she wasn't smiling, she was biting her lip as though she was in deep concentration.

He needed to further this along.

Sahana's hands were wrapped around Arjun's penis one atop the other. Her strokes were long and she tried to squeeze and touch the whole length. She found it impossible to cover the whole thing without leaving a large part of it untouched.

Arjun sat back enjoying the show. The sight of this hot widow with huge knockers kneeling between his legs jacking him off was a sight to behold. He would be satisfied even if this was all she ever did. But he knew he could get her to do more. Much, much more. She enjoyed this too much. She was ready for more.

"This is good, Sahana aunty, but I need the head-at the top-to be rubbed while the shaft is massaged." Arjun planted the idea in her head that she would have to try harder.

"Well, how about this?"

She used her left hand to stroke and placed her right hand on his penis head. She began squeezing and rubbing the head in a circular motion.

"That's good. That might work for now." Arjun watched intently as she moved her hands frantically as she tried to service the foot-long cock.

It wasn't Sahana's intention to be sexy, she just was. Her naiveté and simple-minded approach to this situation made her even more appealing in Arjun's eyes.

As Sahana moved up her arms & tied her loose hair in a bunch, suddenly Arjun was now faced with the most beautiful, perfect tits he had ever laid eyes on. Hard, pinkish-red nipples sticking up about half inch in the air surrounded by areolas that appeared to be about one inch in diameter. Her flesh was perfectly white. Her nipples where oriented toward the top half of her breasts and her breasts were full, heavy and so big that they hung down as low as near her navel. In one motion, she scooped up his erect member and began stroking his cock again. "Holy mother of God." Arjun thought to himself.

He had seen nothing sexier in all of his long life.

"You have a beautiful body, Sahana aunty. I am glad you feel comfortable enough with me that you can be yourself around me."

She smiled and looked deep into his brown eyes as she stroked his penis.

With every motion up, then down, her tits bounced and wiggled. She noticed that, he hadn't stopped staring at her breasts the entire time and he felt like he's about to...

"Faster Sahana aunty...faster!" Arjun sounded desperate. "Oh good God!" Arjun's hips started to thrust upward as the first stream of semen gushed out of his cock.

Sahana had her mouth open in a gasp of delight. His semen shot up across his legs landing on her face and into part of her mouth. Arjun pointed his cock toward Sahana as she gripped the base and shot a second stream straight at her hitting her mouth and chin. Yet another stream landed on her breasts. His hips bucked into her hands as she pushed into the base of his shaft. She could feel him tremble under her strokes. She was fucking his huge shaft with her hands. It was obvious to Arjun that she enjoyed this.

"Oh! Damn. That was good!"

Sahana's first reaction was to jump up and get a towel and wipe the semen off. Before she got up, Arjun noticed she swallowed the semen that landed in her mouth and licked the drops that had landed on her lips. She looked like she was in another world.

Sahana roamed her finger nails on Arjuns inner thigh and the reaction was instantaneous.

His enormous cock sprang up and grazed the side of her face. It seemed to sear her cheek it was so hot and hard. She let out an audible gasp.

She ducked her head to the side and leaned back out of the way. Then she grabbed it. And softly ran her hands up and down the length of it. It was still only inches from her face.

"This is truly an awesome tool. I can't seem to get his cock out of my head. It is world class. No one has a penis this big. I am lucky to even be in the same room as this magnificent member." She was caressing it, not stroking it, and she was holding back the urge to rub it across her face.

Arjun couldn't believe how sexy Sahana aunty was acting. His hard pillar of a cock was really doing a number on her psychologically. He could see it in her eyes. He looked at the mirror on the other side of the room and saw the reflection of this perfect lusty woman kneeling before a young man holding and caressing his obscenely large cock. He was in heaven.

Arjun took off his shirt and was now laying naked on the sofa. His cock seemed to have a life of its own and was bobbing and pulsing due to a combination of arousal and his increased heartrate.

Sahana aunty lifted Arjun's leg and spread it apart from the other, then sat on her knees between them.

She quickly applied the oil and began to really work on Arjun's cock. She pumped and stroked it, trying to milk the semen from his balls. She took a break to massage his balls, she let his cock rest on her shoulder, making contact with her chin, then resumed her work. She had been stroking for nearly thirty minutes and Arjun was still hard as steel and seemed to be enjoying the show.

"Hold on there, baby. I'm about to climax." was all he said.

At that very moment, Arjun pumped a hot stream of cum straight at Sahana aunty's mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, although she didn't seem to do this on purpose. A thick rope of semen shot straight into Sahana auntie's mouth and Arjun could plainly see her lick her lips, close her mouth and swallow the cum. Her hazel eyes looked straight at Arjun as she opened her mouth quickly. Arjun pointed his long, pulsing cock toward her mouth again. His head was only inches from her slutty face. Another shot right between her lips, she licked and swallowed, never breaking off eye contact. He gave a lustful groan. The final spurt landed on her lips and was quickly licked off. Sahana aunty smiled and stood up. Arjun couldn't believe it.

Sahana was amazed that Arjun had cummed 4 times in a row and yet didn't show any signs of deterring.

"I want to lick it, to put it in my mouth." Sahana couldn't resist anymore.

Arjun pulled her head to his dick head roughly.

She used both of her hands to lift his cock up & then licked the head under the glans, around the top, to the sensitive underside, and sucked it into her mouth. She felt a jolt of electricity through her body. She shuddered.

The taste was rich, a combination of what tasted like cranberry and pineapple. She was drooling heavily and used her excess saliva to suck another two inches into her mouth. He was semi flaccid so she could suck more into her mouth than when he was hard.

She relished the feeling of the young bull's cock in her mouth. She sucked it and swallowed as much down her throat that she could. He began to quickly grow in her mouth. She played with it, taking it out of her mouth and slapping it against her cheek and forehead. Rubbing it all over her face before putting it back into her mouth. All the things she had dreamed about doing when she was married but her husband strictly disallowed her as foreplay is haram in Allah's eyes.

Her cheeks began to swell and the beginning of her throat began to fill with Arjun's meat. She adjusted herself to get closer to his body and at the same time gripped the base of the cock and stroked the first seven inches or so between the base and the middle of the shaft.

Her boobs were hitting Arjun's groin with a loud thump, each time she moved up on his cock.

The shiny cock was standing nearly fully erect now. She had to back her head away from his body to accommodate the length. Sahana looked into Arjun's eyes as she sucked in a slow, steady motion. She could comfortably suck about five inches of his cock into her throat without gagging or slowing her pace. She tasted the sticky, sweet pre-cum and stroked his cock with both hands. Her drool was proving to be an excellent lubricant.

She began sucking harder and faster. Her pace mimicked what she believed a good intercourse pace would be.

"That's it, suck that cock, aunty." Arjun encouraged. She was finally coming around.

His encouragement served to motivate Sahana to suck with even more fervour. After a few more minutes of stroking sucking, licking and moaning, his hips became tense and he raised his groin in the air. She stroked and sucked his cock frantically as her pussy became so wet that she felt her moisture stream onto her leg.

She wanted this cock in her life from now and stroking it just didn't cut it anymore.

"Oh, aunty!" He groaned.

Arjun began to cum. She stopped moving her mouth and instead locked her lips around the head to suck the semen out of the throbbing cock. Spurt after hot spurt streamed into her mouth. She sucked the cum into her mouth and swallowed it. All of it. It was a turn on for her to actually consume his virile seed.

Sahana was dizzy with lust and needed to cum. She rubbed her pussy and immediately had an orgasm. She shook and let out a squeal. After coming back to her senses, she lay down on top of Arjun.

They talked for what seemed like hours. Sahana bared her heart to this man in her life, as she kept her head on his shoulder and her fingers roamed his wide chest. She felt complete.

They must have dozed off. Sahana suddenly woke up with a start and saw Arjun looking at her body piercingly.

"Take off your petticoat auntie" Arjun ordered as he began to understand the power, he was holding over Sahana. Arjun had finally realised that her demeanour was that of a submissive sex slave, she had told him how she had essentially given her entire life to her husband and moulded it around his needs and wants. She was missing that and more from her life. Arjun knew she had no children. So, it wasn't a stretch for him to conclude that she may be sex starved, he knew that deeply religious Muslim women and to be honest of all religions were sexually repressed.

Sahana unclipped her petticoat and removed it without a word. Her hands shaking as she let it drop to the floor, it was as if she was in some kind of trance now, plus Arjun's tone had changed, it sounded more commanding, that her saying no was not an option. That it would upset and anger him, she did not want to do that.

Her panties were the same colour and style as her bra, it was a matching set she had bought long back to entice her husband but it had not worked. And now here she was enticing Arjun's huge cock, which she thought had grown even bigger and harder.

"Drop your panties." Arjun commanded her, his confidence growing with each passing moment, he was sure she would not hesitate to do it. Sahana on the other hand may have seemed rather yielding on the surface but a war was brewing in her hazy mind. Her pious and religious side was screaming at her to stop, that she was going too far, that she had crossed so many lines already.

But the sexually frustrated side was quickly winning the battle, it was the one driving her decisions. She continued to tell herself that she was doing it for Arjun but she knew deep down she was doing this because she had never been so turned on in her life. She hooked her fingers in to the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, to reveal her wet and smooth cunt.

Arjun's eyes grew wide with surprise as he expected her to have some kind of bush, but she was completely clean shaven. Of course, he wasn't aware that as a Muslim, Sahana had to shave her cunt, even men had to shave their pubes, it was seen as a sign of cleanliness. She saw his cock twitch, she watched with fascination as Arjun wrapped his strong large hands around his pole and started to stroke it openly in front of her.

"You are the sexiest slut I have ever seen." He growled a little as he continued to stroke his massive cock. Sahana's cheeks were flushed red, she was blushing and dripping wet. She knew he meant every word; she could not remember the last time a man so openly appreciated her body the way Arjun was. She bit her lower lip as she started to press her tits with her arms subconsciously.

"Turn around and show me that ass," Arjun continued to order her.

Sahana once again obeyed, turning her back to him, showing off her supple ass, that showed just small hints of sagging but was still tight and perfectly shaped.

"Bend over and spread your ass cheeks," she heard him say, she was a little disappointed that she could not see the reaction her exposed ass was having on him. Arjun could see her asshole was tight, it looked like it was untouched.

"Good, now turn back around. Get on your bed and spread your legs, and play with that neglected pussy". Sahana got on it and spread her legs and started rub her gushing cunt. She had been aching to touch it ever since she first saw his cock.

She began to rub her pussy lips up and down as she took in his cock. She had never been this lost to her desires before as she felt the wet mess her pussy was making. She inserted a finger into her slick cunt. It was so wet that it showed no resistance to her invading finger. She began to think about taking that big cock and if her pussy would be able take it.

She threw her head back as she moaned, "Fuck me with that monster cock." She could see Arjun pumping his cock like his life depended on it.

"I want to kiss your boobs aunty?" Asked Arjun.

He buried his head in her breasts without waiting any further. He began to kiss her breasts and lick them. Sahana held his head against her breasts and ran her fingers over his head.

Arjun relished her breasts as he had been waiting to get his lips on these tits and suck on her pinkish fat nipples. Her nipples were engorged as Arjun sucked and bit her nipples. He was rough but Sahana was too horny to protest. She could only moan in response to the attention.

"So big...so fucking big... dick," she found herself muttering. She enjoyed the sensual pleasures of Arjun's tongue and his fingers massaging her hot went cunt.

Her moans were increasing as she found her senses being heightened. Her orgasm was getting close and then Arjun began to insert a finger into her sopping cunt. He slowly finger fucked as she dug her painted nails into his back. Her orgasm was close. She could feel it building. She dug her nails into his back and dragged them as her orgasm over took her.

Before she was able to recover from her orgasm Arjun pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. He began kissing her, tonguing her before she could speak. Her mind was playing catch up with the events that were happening. Her body was still shaking from the orgasm. There was still a small voice in the back of her head, telling her to stop. But she quietened that voice, she was too far gone after experiencing such an orgasm.

All charade had gone out the window, Arjun now in total control of the situation, Sahana stopped acting like she was doing this for his sake rather than her own. She moaned in slight disappointment as he broke of his kiss, she looked down to see that he had placed his monster of a dick against her smooth tummy, showing her just how deep it would pierce. She just stared down in awe at it, watching him removing it from its current position and rubbing the massive head against her soaking wet cunt, teasing her.

"Do you want this cock, you dirty Muslim slut?" Arjun growled as he grew in to his role as the dominant one with each passing moment. He wanted to hear her beg for it before he drove it in.

"Yes....I want it, I want your big dick Arjun!! Pleaseeeee put it in!!" she replied by screaming and begging, without hesitation. She was desperate and still high from the orgasm he had given her. The months of loneliness and lack of sex were driving her decisions and words. She had reverted to the most primal and basic state a human could, that of a being that just needed to mate with another.

Arjun smiled upon hearing her beg and moan, he could see tears roll down her cheeks. This woman was his, and he was not going to pass up this opportunity. He pulled his ass back before slamming the tip in to her cunt, then continued pushing until he had half his monstrous length inside of her.

"DAMN!!! SAHANA AUNTIE... YOUR PUSSY IS TIGHT!! YOU A VIRGIN?" He asked laughing at the feeling of his cock being buried deep inside of this lusty MILF.

Sahana could not respond. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes were rolled to the back of her head as she felt Arjun's cock push in to her struggling cunt. She felt her pussy struggling with the size of Arjun's monstrous cock. She could only respond with grunts, as she honestly felt like she was losing her virginity for the first time all over again. Arjun was enjoying the feeling of burying his cock in a woman after so long but at the same time he saw the similar expression Sharmila aunty had on her face when he entered them, one of struggle and pain, he would not be surprised if Sahana told him to stop.

He was surprised when he felt Sahana wrap her legs around him and hold him in place. Her eyes were back in natural state as she looked at him and opened her mouth. That need to be bred replaced any pain or agony at this invasion.

"Don't pull...out...give...me...more...give..me...all.. shove your huge cock deep inside of me, please" she moaned out, she was so lost in the moment. She was in desperate need for this young man's fertile sperm.

With renewed motivation Arjun pulled his hips back and thrust even more of his cock deep in to her cunt, he had 8 inches inside of her. The whole thing was unexplored territory for Sahana, she had never imagined she would be in this vulnerable position. She was lost to a lust she had never felt before. The first time a man was inside her that was not her husband. She buried the guilt deep inside her as she focused on taking more of this monster. The first time in a year she did not feel that emptiness inside of her it was both literally and figuratively being filled.

"MOREEE....MOREEEE!!" Squealed Sahana, her words garbled as she encouraged Arjun to keep going. Arjun was close, inch by inch he got closer to his goal. It wasn't long before he was buried balls deep inside of Sahana.

Her head lifted and he felt her body react. Her cunt clenched like a vice, as if trying to reject the mass which was prying it apart, but he forced it open. He stretched her soaked, dripping pussy over his dick and slowly forced his manhood into her. A cunt which likely had never been fucked properly before easily gave in to his superior member, giving his beastly girth passage to her depths where her womb was waiting for his procreative sperms.

"As I thought..." He grunted, reaching up and snatching Sahana's hair. He tugged on the black strands as if he were pulling a leash. "You were made for this dick." He gave her ass a hard slap and pushed deeper and deeper.

With long, deep, powerful, thrusts he railed her sloppy pussy with his murderous cock. He moved only half of his cock out of her, keeping the rest fully stretched over his monster dick. He felt her folds stretch and compress with each thrust, his tip dragging along her insides, scraping against them roughly as he carved his shape into her. Arjun grunted aggressively, his fingers clenching her ass-cheeks painfully tight as he held her hips steady.

"You might be an old hussy, auntie, but your pussy still knows how to please a real man!" He grunted as he fucked her.

"Praise your God, slut. Thank him for your Master's cock!" Arjun commanded as he dominated her pussy with his rod.

The sound of his hips loudly clapping against the backs of her thighs and her ass echoed into the room, the loud sounds of him abusing her pussy for his own pleasure ringing in both of their ears. The sounds of her giving him the last thing which kept her from truly becoming his toy, the sounds of her becoming nothing more than a walking object.

"Moan for your Master's dick, peasant woman. Let me hear you beg for me to BREED this FERTILE STRIP!" He grunted as continued to pound her.

"OH OH OOOHHH... ALLAH THANK YOU FOR THIS COCK, THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH THE EXCUSE TO FEEL HIS MONSTROUS COCK!! THANK YOU ALLLAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed as such unholy words stumbled out of her mind, her screams momentarily drowned out the sound of his hips clapping against her.

Every thrust she could feel deep inside of her womb. Each thrust made her scream and moan, she was experiencing levels of pleasure she had never even dreamed about. It felt natural to call such a dominant man Master but she could not say the words. He was no longer the innocent and naive young man she had seen him over the years growing up in the neighbourhood. Deep down she sensed who he really was and he sensed who she was. Arjun was dominating her physically like no man had ever before but she would not call him Master.

Each thrust made her lose her grip on sanity, of her surroundings. When he mentioned breeding, she felt her cunt grip on to his cock even more tightly. It seemed to awaken long buried desires of being bred more and having kids, of course those thoughts had been more wholesome about having a bigger family. She did not think that it would be innocent Arjun's intention.

"MASTER I BEG YOU TO BREED ME!! PLEASE I BEG YOU CUM INSIDE ME!! IMPREGNATE MY PATHETIC CUNT!! BLESS MY HOLE WITH THAT GODLY SCEPTRE!! FUCKING BREED ME!! MASTER I AM YOURSSSS, YOUR FUCK TOY, YOUR SLUT!! YOUR HIJABI WHOREEE!! YOUR BREEDING CUNT!!! PLEASE MASTERRR DO ITTTTTTTTT!! I BEG YOUUUUU!!" she cried and whimpered. As she finally lost all control.

The desperation was clear in her voice, she had never wanted anything more than this. Being impregnated by him was all that mattered, the final straw had broken, she had submitted fully, by declaring and begging to be bred she was admitting that she was no longer the same woman that had allowed Arjun in here 2 hours ago. Arjun grunted loudly, aggressively, his heavy meat spearing into her cramped pussy as he listened to her voice cry out. His hands slid up off her ass and he grabbed onto her lower back. He pushed down and sank his fingers into her waist, her ass raising up and giving him a better angle into her. His dick thumped fiercely against the depths of her womb with every thrust, and he pounded her relentlessly, conquering her.

"That's it auntie!! Beg and moan for my seed", Arjun howled as she plead to be bred, his cock hardening and swelling inside of her. He was nearing his peak, and let the climax come without any restraint. He ploughed and abused her pussy, her Muslim cock sleeve and pleasured himself with her slippery walls as he dominated the body of a daughter of Allah.

"IM GONNA CUM, WHORE!" Arjun barked, grabbing the back of her head and yanking her hair as his thrusts became more focused, more primal.

"DRINK UP MY SPERMS!" He let out a thunderous grunt and groaned loudly in a mixture of pleasure and violence. He cinched down on her body with his hands, then yanked her head and hips back towards him.

With a final thrust, the head of his rod pierced through the back of her cunt and he dumped his cum inside, filling her well-fucked pussy with a heavy load of black seed. He opened his mouth and slid the hand on her waist onto her thick ass, gripping the pounded ass cheeks of his prize as his cum overflowed from her pussy, dripping heavily down her thighs and onto the ground.

"YESSSSS YESSS YESSS!!! MASTER FILL MY MUSLIM WOMB WITH YOUR SUPERIOR SEEEED!! DEFILEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEE MASTERRR!! OH ALLAH SO MUCH CUMMMM!!" she screamed as she was filled with one load after another of his seed. Blasting deep within her womb, coating it with his fertile seed. Her pussy over flowed quickly, as she felt it spilling out from the sides of her stuffed cunt.

It was insane how much cum he was producing, her husband only ever managed a few drops, another sign that Arjun was superior in every way. She was a sweaty mess, panting and grunting like a wild animal as she felt him continue pumping his load in to her over loaded cunt, she felt the cum drip down her ass crack and past her asshole, and on to the floor.She thought that was a waste of her Masters precious and superior cum. She had completely forgotten the reason he had come here; her mind had been warped and reshaped, long gone was the devout Muslim wife. Her husband's last words remained in her mind about never letting another man's sperm inside of her but now she was filled with the sperm like never before, her womb was filled and she would be pregnant by morning.

"Thank you, son, thank you for blessing me with your seed, for breeding me. For showing me my true purpose. I am your Muslim slut, whore and slave now Master. I will always be those things, even if I lose my way and deny it due to some misplaced sense of guilt." She said with tears of gratitude in her eyes as she looked in to Arjun's eyes. Saw the messy reflection in his irises. Even though he had stopped cummings he felt his cock, and it was still hard, which amazed her to no end.

It had been quite the fuck, and her pussy was a perfect toy for his meat, yet it wasn't enough. Even after dumping one of his thickest loads and after feeling his balls practically drain all that they had into her thirsty, empty dump of a womb; he wanted more. The sounds of her howling, the feeling of her thick, MILF ass jiggling, the tight twisting of her pussy's walls as she milked his load like a grateful bitch. It kept him hard, and Arjun looked down at her just as hungry as when he had started.

Arjun didn't waste his time either and pulled his heavy meat from her cunt, standing up behind her as his massive meat stuck outwards in front of him. He breathed slowly through his nose, a light layer of sweat on his body glistening in the lighting of the room as he stood there. She was a beautiful thing, and seeing her in such a pathetic state brought out the man in him. On all fours, his cum leaking from her cunt, and a smile on her face. It had been just one fuck but he could see it already. The submission. The desire to be his. And the satisfaction of having been ploughed open by a superior man compared to whatever she had before. She was another piece of fuck meat, but the wet tight, slick walls of her pussy were just the perfect flavour. A top-quality slut that he wasn't going to pass up on using to the limit.

"Clean up your mess like a good little darling." Arjun spat, both verbally and physically. He held the base of his shaft and let his massive rod stick out in front of him. His shaft was a mess. Covered in a mixture of his cum, and her pussy-juice, and now his own spit as he dropped some of it into his tip.

She pulled herself up on to her knees as she stared at his cock in awe, rock hard as the first time she saw it in real life an hour ago. She noticed the veins running along the shaft, a detail she had missed the first time. She sniffed at the aroma coming off his cock, it was intoxicating as it drew her in.

She stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the tip of his uncut monster cock, trailing her tongue across the length of the shaft. Savouring the taste of her juices mixed with his cum, a delicious cocktail that had her salivating. She licked and sucked the balls, getting a taste of the sweat dripping off them. She sucked each one after another before licking her way back up the shaft. She had never given a blow job so she was acting upon instinct.

She opened her mouth and took his cock down her throat. She took much more than when she ever imagined she would be able to do, her throat was now being moulded better to deep throat his cock. She gagged and choked, and she knew she would always react like this, but she kept going, taking inch after inch until her nose was buried in his messy pubes, her eyes looking up at him as she impaled herself on his cock, she could feel the tip poking her chest. She pulled herself off his cock and started to slap her face with it, and rub it all over, laughing giddily.

"I love Masters cock, so big, so powerful, mmmmmm My dead hubby was so tiny compared to you Master." She purred before diving back in and deep throating his cock.

The sound of her gagging as she deep throated him fanatically, she forgot that she was only meant to clean his cock. She needed to taste his cum again, she was already addicted and she knew that if she was able to make him cum he would still be hard. She knew that a superior man like her Master would only go soft when he wanted to.

Sahana practically bounced up to impale herself on his cock again, and Arjun chuckled at the sight. A true whore. Forgetting everything just for the next chance to suck him off; her excitement was exhilarating. Such a lively MILF was trying to keep up, so he would give her the same amount of energy.

He watched her for a moment, enjoying the slight pleasure of her lips and tongue moving over his manhood. Her face was still a mess from the earlier fuck, her eyes still moist from getting her guts pounded in, and the stench of sex permeated from their bodies.

Arjun took out his mobile and didn't even ask before he snapped a picture of her face so focused on satisfying him, and he then took a short video as she licked around his length and sucked on his balls. He saved the video and then started to take another video. He grunted as she finally took his meat between her lips. Her mouth was still barely able to fit him, but she didn't waste time stuffing him into her throat.

The motion, mixed with the sensitivity of his tip from just nutting in her, sent a shock up his spine. His groin flexed from the feeling of her tight throat gripping and swallowing his member. He pushed on her head, ensuring she sucked down every bit of his girth. The sharp contrast of her white face ground against his dark pelvis was clear in the video, and he made sure to get the look in her eyes on the camera.

The look in her eyes was that of lust and devotion as she continued suck on his cock. Sahana sucked on Arjun's cock with fervour and devotion, the likes of which she did not know she was capable. In the reflection of his eye, she could see that she looked like a mess. Arjun could no longer bear it, he needed to be inside of her again. He removed her mouth from his cock, grabbed her by her hair lifting her to her feet, and led her to her bedroom.

He threw her on to the bed.

Sahana squealed with a mixture of fear and excitement. There were no words spoken, the loudest thing in the bedroom was the heavy breathing from both of them. Arjun lay down next to her on the bed on his back.

His cock jutting straight out, invitingly. Sahana did not need to be told, she knew what he wanted her to do. She stood over before she started to lower herself, lining up her cunt with the massive tip of his big cock. She shivered in delight as felt the tip brush against the entrance of her cunt. She placed her hands around the cock to keep it steady as she proceeded to lower herself, taking his cock, an inch at a time.

"OH FUCKKKKK!!! FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!! SOOO GOOD!!" she moaned, cussing so much that it would put a cheap whore shame. She felt that same feeling from almost 20 minutes ago, the one of being stretched to her limit but enjoying the hell out of it. She barely had half his cock inside of her when she felt her body spasm as she came, her juices oozing out of her cunt and down the cock, lubricating it allowing even more to slip inside of her.

Until she had the entirety of his huge monster inside of her, she felt so full. She did not want this experience to ever end. Arjun could not believe that this was real that, Sahana was about to ride him. He placed his hands on her hips and helped her lift herself up until her pussy was at the tip, before guiding her back down. She started slowly, lifting herself then slowly pushing herself down.

Until she built up a rhythm. Slamming herself down on her Master cock, her ass bouncing and shaking as she rode Arjun like a stallion. The sound of her ass clapping echoed around the bedroom; her hair was flying all over the place. Her tits bouncing up and down with each movement, Arjun placed one of his big hands on her tits and squeezed them, which made Sahana moan even louder. She realised that there was definitely no going back, there was no way she could ever deny this had happened. She could have possibly described their first time as just a one off, her acting upon pent up feelings and lust, that she was somehow helping Arjun. But she could not justify this, as she was the one in control, the one impaling herself on Arjun's huge cock and she was loving every moment of it.

Arjun's groping of her tits became rougher as Sahana felt herself reach peaks higher than anything she had experienced before. He held on to his belly and rode his nigger dick like her life depended on it.

"I LOVE THIS COCK. YOU FUCKING GOD." she screamed in a delirious state as she felt Arjun pinch and twist her nipples pulling her tits forward from his grip.

The pain only added to her pleasure as she screamed out in lust. "I AM COMING AGAIN. FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR SPERM. I NEED YOUR BABY!" She uttered the most vile terms but it seemed to bring her to an even higher orgasm.

She came again as Arjun flooded her cunt once more. He seemed to be sperm making machine and she felt blessed to receive it. Another torrent of cum was pumped in to her, she thought that maybe the second time round there would be less cum. If anything, there seemed to be more. She felt it spilling out of her over flowed cunt. She was so tired that she just collapsed on top of Arjun and passed out. She woke up 3 hours later and saw Arjun getting dressed.

"Where are you going Master?" she said in a hoarse voice, thanks to all her screaming. Arjun smiled hearing her sound like that, he had fucked her good and hard, add to the fact that she continued to call him Master meant that she was well and truly his.

"I need to get some food my sweet slut, we are both so worn, don't think we'll be able to cook safely without destroying the kitchen. So going to get some food from my home, we can eat up & get our strengths up. Because we just getting started." He smiled as he leaned in and kissed her, she hungrily accepted his lips upon hers, she wrapped her arms around his head and tried to pull him back in to the bed.

She was hungry for more, despite being exhausted she wanted and needed him. Arjun smiled as he kissed, seeing how much desire she had for him. It made his cock hard again but he controlled himself and pulled away, he wanted to take his time with her. He knew if he denied her now that would only build up her lust for him.

"Be a good girl and rest up my slut," Arjun winked at her as he waddled out of the room and out of the apartment. Sahana was a little disappointed that Arjun had not gotten back in to bed, but she realised that a big boy like Arjun needed food to keep up his energy, and truthfully, she was also kind of glad for the rest.

Her body ached in a way that she had never experienced before, it hurt but it was a type of pain that weirdly made her feel good about herself. was not able to sleep for last few days. The single thought that kept running through my mind was my son Arjun ravaging my sister-in-law Sangita. I kept imagining his hard bull sized cock entering the wet depth of his middle-aged conjugal partner. No matter how much I fingered myself, thinking about getting the same pleasure for myself, it just felt unsatisfactory.

I needed my son Arjun.

I needed him so bad.

Am I a bad mother?

At this point of time do I really care?

I had made up my mind that I have to convince my son to become my lover. If I have to seduce the poor teenager and make his mind jelly, I am going to fucking do that.

I was positive my big teardrop milky white lactating tits can do its magic like they have always done and before long I would be in the arms of my strong son getting ravished like a cheap whore.

My skin still radiated a golden hue and if I put my mind into it, I can definitely look as stunning as Sangita.

The night before

Arjun

As I attempted to once more pierce my classmate's puny canal, only eight inches of my 13-inch cock could sheathe themselves in her warmth before I completely and utterly bottomed out.

"OHHHH GOD! God, baby, you fill me so good, oh God... fuck me, fuck me..." she entered a low-functioning trance as her ravaging continued. I did my duty, mindlessly thrusting as my mind wandered to the accounting mismatch on our books, I had been putting off all week. I had to do that tomorrow.

Despite her best efforts, I knew I wasn't going to cum tonight. Not from this. Her pussy was too shallow, her other ministrations not particularly effective in her near-catatonic state. Her nails raked up and down my chest, a motion so repetitive it started to hurt.

As we remained in missionary, her trance state all-consuming, I brought a thumb down to lightly tease and then vigorously massage her clit. That did her in. With a gasp she came once more; her body locked up completely, and the poor girl passed out.

I gently withdrew my aching cock from her teen cunt. I sighed as I trudged to the bathroom, leaving the warmth of my full bed. My cock was dripping precum in teaspoons, and I cursed when one of the drops slipped through my fingers and splattered onto the wood floor in my room.

"Shit" I whispered. I'd have to clean that up later.

I entered the bathroom and turned on the light, briefly dazzled by the sudden change in light. I looked at myself in the mirror, shaking my head at my bizarre porn-star body. Six foot three, 210 pounds of lean muscle with a semi-erect member that seemed to reach my knees.

I had shaggy brown hair that fell around my ears, but otherwise there wasn't much hair elsewhere on my body- I was always a bit insecure about that. I was still rather boyish, but had chiseled features where it counted. Ultimately, I can't say I have much to complain about.

The one thing I did have to complain about was rapidly deflating, so I quickly began stroking it back to full hardness. Nine, ten and then full thirteen inches of wrist-thick meat stood proudly throbbing over a pair of balls that rivaled oranges on a good day, but right now they were pushing grapefruit size.

I was seriously backed up.

My cock, the size of which most would refuse to believe, is a serious hassle. Resting at a flaccid nine inches, I need to hold it in my hand when I take a shit. Loose shorts are an absolute no-no, and I've spent pretty much my entire post-pubescent life in compression shorts.

This is also a problem, since I get boners near-constantly, and my balls swell up like balloons if I don't cum at least six or seven times a day. When I haven't cum for four or so hours, I literally get a perpetual half-chub that leaks precum and stains all my clothes. Every morning I wake up with cum-stained sheets.

What would I have done without Sharmila, my loving aunt, my sex slave and my crazy passionate partner?

These young horny cunts which pass off as my dumb classmates can't simply compare to my lustful ripe aunt with her hot juicy leaking canal.

A pair of enormous, impossible tits, the tabooest pair of breasts imaginable, flashed in my mind.

My mother Sharmila!

Gravity-defying, teardrop-shaped globes that bounced with every infinitesimal movement. Breasts that made the concept of a blouse reaching a woman's waist seem impossible. Nipples that made every bra their bitch. All of this on a woman of unparalleled beauty, who just had to be my own mother.

I ejaculated quickly and with great force, unexpectedly splattering the mirror with my jism before I directed the rest of my never-ending spray into the toilet. I shuddered with glee as I sprayed quarts of spunk into my overworked sewage system.

It was just what I needed. Unfortunately, getting there without images of a certain someone was becoming increasingly difficult.

Sharmila

The screams echoing from my son's room surely had my husband rolling in his grave. Or, perhaps more optimistically, cheering on his admittedly gifted son.

Me, though? They just had me feeling vaguely riled up, tossing and turning even as my boobs protested every movement. I threw my covers off, feeling hot all over as still the teen girl's screams reverberated through the household.

None of this would be happening if Sangita hadn't had to go to that funeral along with the rest of my family.

Sadly, that meant noisy girlfriends.

"GOD, ARJUN, YOUR COCK IS SO FUCKING MASSIVE!" the girl cried out.

"We get it, my son is massively hung!" I quietly called out to the whopping no one in my room. I liked the girl well enough, but sometimes it almost felt like she did it on purpose. Some girls can't help but show off what they've managed to nail down.

Infuriatingly, my pussy was aching. It didn't help that they were doing this while I was insanely horny. I reached around my stupidly large tits to paw at my panties- absolutely soaked. God, was that all it took for me now? I was already gushing just at the thought of sex- definitely not the specific participants in the other room.

I should explain about my milky tits. They're dumb. They're the size of fucking watermelons, so big that I haven't seen my navel while standing up for a long time. I've pretty much given up on legitimate bra sizes, but my tailor says they'd be about a P-cup. They're pretty perky, thank God, protruding from my torso about a foot and a half while still hanging to a little below my belly button in a sort of teardrop shape. Right now, they're both resting on my bed, sliding off my torso like two glaciers carving out a new valley. Even if my tits are stupid, I have to admit I love how the weight of them feels, lying in bed like this.

My nipples are ridiculous as well- about an inch and a half when I'm really aroused (like right now), they look more like corks than fucking nipples. They're pliant but firm, rounded off around the edges but still oddly cylindrical, and absolutely fucking freaky when compared with any normal person in the world.

Still, I can't deny how good they feel, and as such I brought by left hand to my left nipple as my right continued massaging my cunt. If I was doing this, I might as well go all the way. I lightly moaned as more and more cunt juices soaked through my panties and began pooling in my sheets. My pussy is absurdly productive- just another way in which I am extremely abnormal, sexually speaking.

As I massaged my sensitive spots, moaning with increasing intensity, I thought of Arjun's father. He was good looking enough, and pleasant to be around. We used to have sex for hours daily and yet I would demand more. My sex drive has hardly gone down with passing years and Arjun's hunky presence only makes me more restless.

"OH, FUCK!! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME..."

And, there it was again.

Shit. I fingered my pussy with newfound abandon, switching to three, then four fingers before finally fitting my whole fist into my squelching cavern. Invasive thoughts of my huge-dicked son wormed their way into my brain...

My nipples began squirting milk. This has recently started , even if I didn't much care for the habit. The doctors had earlier said my body was perpetually in reproductive overdrive, and naturally, this meant breast milk when aroused, or even just after not pumping for a few days. Definitely an unusual obstacle for a 39-year-old widow to deal with, but one I had grown frustratingly used to, in the confines of my room. I lay back on my bed, chest heaving from exhaustion and exhilaration. I couldn't deny the thrill of the experience.

I went to close my eyes, but I felt a distinct sensation at the tips of my tits. My nipples were hard, and already leaking thin streams of milk. I sighed.

It was going to be a long night.

Arjun

I woke up to an empty bed. My classmate had a 6 AM tuition on Saturdays so she had left before I woke up.

I had the house to myself this morning, so I went downstairs in my boxers to whip up some breakfast. I immediately regretted this decision when I entered the kitchen to be greeted by my mom's incredible ass clad in a semitransparent off-white saree. Wasn't she supposed to be working today in the fields?!

My mom's tits were her crowning achievement, but her ass was no joke. Her tiny waist seemed to double in size at the pelvis, and her incredibly round, creamy cheeks stuck out like a shelf. Even though her proportions defied all laws of physics, mother was still in incredible shape, so her insane ass still led down to perfectly sexy, toned legs.

When I finally shook my eyes free of my mom's astounding behind, I noticed the show her top half was presenting. Her long, dirty brown locks draped over her sexy, slim back with ease, but it was what protruded from her back that caught my attention. Sticking out from both sides, covered only by a thin white loose blouse that could only dream of holding her impossible melons in place, was my mother's ... side-under-back boob? Is there even a term for something so preposterous?

The bottom halves of her tits rested in the space between her arms and her torso as she cooked on the stove. I could literally see the beautiful, pale undersides of mother's chest lumps from behind her. Good lord, this lady ... And why was she here?

My cock was already twitching, and I immediately began my retreat. In my hurry, though, I stepped just a bit too loudly on tile floor...

"Morning, son!" my mother said, turning to face me, spatula in hand. It took everything I had not to look at her chest, instead opting to awkwardly cover my half-nude form and continue to walk away.

"Hey, mom, I am, so sorry, I thought I was home alone, and-"

She laughed at my antics. "Calm down! It's uh... nothing I haven't seen before. I gave myself the day off today. I wanted to spend time with my son" She noticed I was still going to leave. "Arjun, relax. Come on. I wanted to surprise you with veg pulao!"

We smiled together as I slowly and awkwardly waddled my way to a kitchen stool, thighs pressed together around my soon-to-be dripping cock.

"Just felt like doing something nice for you. Plus, it, uh, sounded like you worked up an appetite last night."

Fuck.

"Ohhhh shit, I am so sorry mother, seriously, I tell her to keep it down-" the guilt in his voice was palpable.

"Oh my God, I'm just teasing son, you're fine!" I assured him, sending him a bright smile as I finished the khichdi and began piling them onto the plate.

God. He was so cute.

I shot him a wink this time. I was flirting with him hard, but I couldn't stop myself!

"Mom ... You're, uh, pitching a couple tents, there," he said. He turned bright red as he pointed to my tits.

I gasped in horror and tried to cover my chest in vain. "Oh my god!" I shouted, immediately running to the nearest bathroom. I hoped my scream concealed the squelch of my pussy as I ran.

Fuck my stupid, ridiculously fertile body!

I ran & hid in the bathroom.

"Sorry, Arjun! That was really gross of me! I'll put on a bra!" I yelled to him.

He answered back calmly, surprisingly right outside the bathroom door. You're fine, mother, I'm sorry too. I just meant to tease you about something- I don't know, since you were teasing me about sex and all..."

Still, I was a little sad. If I was being honest, I had dressed a little sexy that morning in the hopes that Arjun would notice me. I wanted him to see his ripe little mother' body and get a little hard. Maybe I wanted to tease him a little bit, just as he had unknowingly teased me last night. I don't know. It all seemed so stupid now.

"You, uh... well, don't be uncomfortable for my sake." My ears perked up.

"Pardon?" I spoke softly. I wanted to hear him say it.

"You don't have to change. Not if you don't want to. I don't mind mom."

That was all the admission I needed to fire me up. I loosely tied my blouse back over my diamond-hard nipples, threw open the bathroom door, and gave my shirtless, sexy son a hug.

My tits practically enveloped the boy. He was caught completely off-guard, but still every part of him felt primed, and powerful, as if he was ready for anything. He caught me in his arms and held me tight. My head fit perfectly into the little crook in his shoulder. His lower body jumped back, but still I could feel the tip of his enormous penis pressed against my thigh. It was pointed down, but still felt hard- how did he have it positioned?

My pussy screamed with a sort of mellow excitement. As arousing as this moment was, it was also very peaceful, and loving, and felt right- my son was a very good hugger.

Arjun

My cock had never been harder.

On the odd occasion that mom and myself had pressed our hyper-sexual bodies together over the last three or so years, we had certainly never done so hot off the heels of an extremely arousing, albeit brief, conversation about both of our aforementioned bodies.

Sex was a somewhat taboo topic in a rural Indian family. At least, it was more so when grandma was technically the head of our family. She is a strict believer in abstinence-only education, & made sure to keep us on the straight and narrow. We were generally made to dress conservatively, and while we learned quite a bit about sexuality from the outside world, grandma had not made it easy. Sometimes she seemed as if she was desperately trying to prevent something- as if she had some personal investment in seeing I remain chaste.

All of this is to say, I was about to cum from hugging my scantily-clad mom, and Grandma would have been very upset with us had she known what was going on.

As much as I was enjoying it, I quickly withdrew myself from the hug, feigning discomfort!"

Mother grinned and in a moment, I swear I must have dreamed, reached down and patted me right on the cock. My heart nearly shot out of my chest. A wad of precum shot out of my dick and splattered on the floor.

Mom just giggled, winked, and skipped away to her room, impossible tits bouncing with every stride.

What the fuck...

Sharmila

As annoying as my boobs were, there were very few things I have recently enjoyed more than sucking on them.

So, suck on them I did, with reckless abandon. My mouth filled with delicious milk as I sucked on my right nipple and played with my left; I was in ecstasy.

I was caught up in my own world. I sucked at my nipple with renewed vigor as my left hand made its way down to my clit, vigorously massaging the swollen nub. I moaned into my impossible boobs as I finally felt my climax building when left to my own devices.

My ripe cunt honey began to flow freely as milk continued to burst from my enormous breasts.

I thought of a perfect, 13-inch cock, and the precum that flowed from it like water, and the taboo body it was attached to as it pistoned in and out of me...

Arjun

I switched on a porn movie about a busty petite mother and her big cock son, on the TV & was having a blast. Rest of the family was away for the week and mother was probably not coming out of her room soon, so I had the rest of the day pretty much to myself.

I'd cum five or six times, my baby batter blanketing the coffee table, television, and leather couches. There wasn't a particular need to clean it up now, and I had no idea how many more times I'd cum, so I figured I'd just do one big cleanup at the end of the day.

It was getting dark outside and I was on my marathon masturbation run.

Then there was a knock on my door.

What the fuck?

The next one minute were a blur. I threw my briefs and shorts over my mammoth member, still rock hard. I cleaned everything in sight, and boy was it a hassle. You know how normal cum tends to get a lot less viscous after 5 or so minutes in the air? Yeah, mine doesn't do that.

Somehow, I cleaned it all and opened the door.

I leaned against the wall, trying to act nonchalant even as my breathing continued to steady.

My gorgeous mother walked into the house, a huge plate of delicious hot dinner in her hands, with a suspicious glint in her eye. Her gorgeous hair was tied behind her head in a cute messy bun. She was wearing a dark blue saree with a loose black blouse. Her cleavage ran deep and was visible from under her transparent saree material.

She spoke first.

"So, uh, did you just finish working out or what?"

She had given me a way out. God, I loved her.

"Um, yes! That's exactly what I was doing!

At this assertion she smiled, walking past me and sat on the sofa. Her bountiful breast flesh bounced with every step.

She kept the plate on the coffee table & let her hair down. "Sorry to ruin your "Home Alone" fantasy, but I just couldn't stay at my room tonight. Can we hang out instead after dinner?"

She looked at me with her big, brown eyes and I couldn't say no.

Of course, mom!

She beamed her thousand-megawatt smile and I melted.

"That sounds perfect! You're the best, Arjun!

My cock throbbed in my briefs and let loose a surprise volley of precum as she turned and bounded into me for another hug.

I practically stumbled to the attached bathroom to wash my hands.

As I re-entered the room, I heard my TV getting switched on.

"Oh oh oh , yeah baby ... uhhhhh uhhhh, pound me with your massive dick, you virile stud!"

SHIT!

In my haste to clean up the ocean of semen in the living room, I had forgotten to close out of the porn!

My cock was at half-mast itself even as I spluttered excuses. "Whoa, mother, I mean... what even is that? Must be one of those... weird ads..." I fumbled with the remote trying to change the channel.

She giggled. "Yeah, sure. It certainly is..." she studied the impossible breasts on the mother character as she was pounded from behind by the studly protagonist. "... informative..."

Oh, God. "Well, that's enough of that," I chastised, closing the TV from behind even as mom protested. "Mothers are not supposed to see that stuff."

"Hey! I'm way more mature than you! Let's see what stuff you got hidden away" She huffed, folding her arms under her colossal bust. They puffed out of her chest at a 90-degree angle, and the thick blouse she was wearing only served to make them look bigger.

I gulped.

She got angry this time. "I've tried a lot of things during my days, son. When you look like this..." she gestured vaguely to her ludicrously lewd body, "people tend to give you special treatment."

"Believe it or not," I said, gesturing to my own form, "I think I know what you mean."

We both laughed, happy to for once acknowledge our bizarrely sexy bodies. My eyes met hers, and we sat there staring for just a bit too long. I couldn't help it. I could stare at mother all day.

Sharmila