The story picks up exactly at the end of part 1. Please read it first in case if you have not. Part 1 ended when Abhiram masturbated in his bathroom. The only 2 residents of the house are him and his mom, Spoorti, who just finished a belly dance practice. Now, just as Abhiram reaches climax, there is a knock on the bathroom door.
I quickly tried to use my mom’s underwear to wipe off the cum. As I had used it like a glove. I hear the latch open and the door creak open. Shit, I realize I didn’t lock the door properly.
The door opens, and I see my mom in a green nightie. My mom assesses the view. I’m holding her underwear in one hand. On the other hand, her pajama tearing in the dance sequence is playing on loop on my phone.
My penis is rock hard in the open. My mom glances up and down. I can see that she is very angry.
“Beta, what are you doing?”
“Ma, I can explain.”
“I can see what you are doing. Give me the phone first and wear your pants.”
I do what she says with one hand. She checks the video and immediately deletes it. And then, “Give me my underwear. I just came to pick it up. Now I need to clean your semen from it.”
“Ma, I’m sorry.”
“Just give it to me and go. I’ll wash it. I’m tired now. I’ll give you your phone tomorrow. Have I not taught you about sexual reproduction? Chee!”
I handed over the panty. I could see the shiny white semen starting to drip and touch her palm. I suddenly felt another boner. But I quickly went to the hall and was sleeping on the diwan. Later that night, mom was quiet during dinner, and we just slept after.
Now, Thursday passed by uneventfully. Friday morning, we woke up early and decided to shoot the final video in our rented dance studio. Thankfully, it was within a walkable distance from our house. We packed our bags. I was supposed to pack my mom’s costume.
This is where my lust kicked in again. I was very jealous of this bra that it got to hold my mom’s beautiful breasts. Since the dress was small and revealing, my mom decided to change it in the studio. We reached in 10 minutes and met our studio landlord, Ramappa, there.
My mom went to the washroom there to change and realized it was locked. Ramappa informed us that it would take 30 minutes to unlock it. Since we were on the clock, my mom told me to guard the studio door against the inside so that she would change there.
Again, I felt my penis rising. I was watching my mom strip again, this time fully. She changed very quickly. But I managed to see her side boob in the reflection of the studio mirror. Finally, she was ready.
She put on some makeup and left her hair down. Her waist-length hair was partitioned half-half and covered each of her breasts. Even the golden decoration was stunning, with her mini blue skirt and her thick thighs.
Suddenly Ramappa entered and looked at my mom as though she were some animal. He says,
“Madam, you look awesome. Even I’ll stand and watch your dance.”
My mom couldn’t say no and signaled me to start recording and playing the music. We decided to finish recording in 2 takes. First take, oh my god. My mom had practiced so much that she had become a pro at it.
Her moves were very fluid. Now her hips were shaking so fast that the golden decoration around it moved too. I again felt my penis rising. The second take was where it happened.
Midway between the dance sequence, her sports bra snapped in the middle and exposed both her breasts. Both Ramappa and I were watching so intensely.
My mom’s breasts were as though 2 squishy melons were attached to her chest. She realized the wardrobe malfunction and at the moment slipped and fell. She shouted in pain as she sat half-naked on the floor. I ran to her and wrapped my jacket around her.
She had sprained her right ankle when she fell and was examining it. I took my chance now. I had a safety pin and carefully coupled each of her breasts in the torn bra hole. Surprisingly she didn’t say anything, and I put the pin.
Now the bra was intact, and my desires were fulfilled. I touched my mom’s boobs. They were warm and sweaty and felt like huge water balloons. I helped her up, and she was limping.
Ramappa said he needed to check something and left. My mom just put her pant back on the miniskirt and wore my jacket. I quickly ran over to the recording phones and switched them off.
I told her, “Ma, I think take 1 was good. We can send that recording.”
She said ok and stepped out into the lobby of the studio. Then I hear Ramappa call my mom.
“Madam, can I talk to you privately for 5 minutes?”
“Ok.” My mom limps to the desk.
I hear Ramappa saying, “Madam, I have one idea. If you do it with me, I won’t ask for rent the day after tomorrow. We’ll do it by the hour, and each hour we do it, I’ll take off one month.”
My mom was shocked. Ramappa was asking her to become a whore. But my mom was actually considering it. We really needed the money.
Surprisingly she says, “I can agree on the spot for 3 hours.”
“Oh my god, madam, I didn’t expect you even to consider this.” He takes out a slip of paper and says, “Madam, these are my fantasies. If you agree to these, including the 3 hrs, I’ll grant you a total of 6 months rent off.”
My mom took the paper and said she’d have to see these and tell. Ramappa was overjoyed.
After this, we left the studio and arrived home. I was so jealous of Ramappa that he gets to directly fuck my mom. My mom didn’t say anything except to delete take-2 and edit and send take-1. I completed this in 1 hour and went to talk to my mom.
She had already changed and was sleeping on the cot. Her right ankle was wrapped in a sprain bandage.
“Ma, did you really agree to have sex with Ramappa?”
“Beta, you won’t understand. We really can use the money. Plus, even I have needs like you the other day in the bathroom.”
“But Ma, here you are becoming a prostitute. What will others think of you?”
“Beta, this is one time only and will never happen. Now stop arguing and bring these items.”
She hands me the paper Ramappa had given her. I read it. It says what Ramappa desires, bed with rose petals, my mom to wear only a nightie and no undergarments, etc., nothing too fancy. I look surprisingly at my mom again, as she is going to such lengths to make money.
She says, “Beta, one more thing when Ramappa comes to fuck me tomorrow. You stay nearby only as I haven’t had sex since your father died, and I have this sprain also. I don’t know how painful it’ll be tomorrow as Ramappa looks like a barbarian.”
I was completely shocked as for the first time she used the word fuck. She was asking me to help her have sex. Now all the jealousy went away from me, and I simply nodded. I wasn’t going to see my mom being fucked if I couldn’t fuck her myself.
I bought the roses and some condoms too from the society vendor. When I came back, my mom was asleep already.
So the next morning, Saturday, my mom checked her account, and the dance money was already paid. She quickly paid all the bank defaults.
Ramappa arrived at exactly 2 pm and looked like a villager. He was wearing a banyan and dhoti. My mom looked a bit disappointed by this.
“Madam, where?”
“Oh, let’s go to my bedroom, and first, you can wash up.”
After that, “Ramappa, we have some rules. We have already made arrangements for the things you asked for. I’m already in the nighty.”
“Ok, Madam. I will stop once you ask and will follow any rule you say.”
“My son, Abhiram, will be here in the room watching. He’ll act as my pimp.”
“Ok, Madam. Shall we start?”
My mom limps to the bed due to her sprain and lays down. “You can start Ramappa.”
My penis was already hard. Now I will tell you all exactly what happened. The first thing Ramappa did was remove his clothes and become completely naked. His dick was 6inches and had a jungle of pubic hair. My mom probably never had 6inches before as mine is also 4.5inch.
Ramappa became an animal now, rough and anything he wanted. Now I started the 3 hours timer.
First 20 minutes, he pulled my mom’s head front and back on his black dick. My mom was fully clothed and was choking on it in 10 minutes. She signaled Ramappa to stop after 20 minutes. Her face was already white from the cum.
“Ok, Ramappa, what next?”
“Madam, get ready.”
He tore her nightie in half after that. Now my mom was completely naked in front of me. Her features were perfect, and she, too, had a jungle of pubes.
Next, Ramappa kissed her for 20 minutes straight. He licked his cum from her face. After that, he proceeded to eat her pussy. My mom moaned, and I had never imagined her making those sounds.
Now, 1 hour had passed. 2 more left. Ramappa spread my mom’s legs wide now, ready to insert his rod. But my mom screamed, “No.”
Ramappa was shocked, “Madam, 2 hours left.”
“No, no. You wear a condom. I will get pregnant otherwise and risk of STD.”
She put the condom on his dick now. After this, Ramappa started slow thrusting. He was standing, and my mom was at the edge of the bed with her legs spread apart.
This went on for almost 1 hour. They switched so many positions, doggy, cowgirl, and even reverse cowgirl. My mom had moaned so much and was very tired. She was so sweaty that it looked like she had taken a bath.
I’m the end. My mom was crying from the pain. Ramappa saw this and said, “Madam, I think you will bleed if I do more. You agree for one thing, and we can stop at 2.5 hours.”
In a very high pitch, “Ok,” as Ramappa didn’t even stop fucking to talk to her.
“Madam, let’s do anal in the bathroom.” My mom looked scared and said, ok, anyway. I quickly added a plastic cover to her sprained ankle as they were about to get wet.
30 minutes left on the timer now, they started anal. Ramappa was so strong, he picked her up and did anal as though she was a doll. She was screaming now in pain.
Finally last 15 minutes, he threw her on the bed and started masturbating with one hand and fisting her with the other. She came in the nth minute and their time was over. He ejaculated all over her face and hair and told her not to wipe it for the day.
After that, he left my mom in pain on the bed and got dressed. He gave me the 6-month tax invoice for free rent.
“Madam, call me whenever you want this again.”
That’s the end of the story of I will be continuing the story soon. Please leave reviews and comments on