Friends, in the first story I stood outside the window and saw how Nisha’s ass was on someone else’s tongue, how a cock went into her pussy — read that part here. Nisha’s Maternal Home and Her Ass
In the last chapter, how I held my mother-in-law’s hand, how I showed her my hard cock while stroking it in the bathroom, how I rubbed her thighs and pussy over the saree — Nisha’s Maternal Home — And Her Mother-in-Law’s Youth then I reached Siddharth’s house. How I fucked his mother… you’ll find that out next.
I came into the hall and saw Aunty searching for the remote. She was bent over at the edge of the sofa, the saree pallu had slipped from her shoulder, and on TV a fucking scene was playing that I had set on the pen drive — a girl was on all fours, a man was pounding her from behind, slapping her ass and fucking her, flesh quivering with every thrust, the girl screaming “Ah hit me… more inside… fuck…” The sound was echoing throughout the hall. I deliberately opened the bathroom door loudly so she would turn around.
Seeing me, the color drained from her face. Her hand stopped in mid-air. I first looked at the TV, then at her. Before she could say anything, I said, voice wrapped in light laughter, “What’s this, Aunty, watching all this at your age?”
Her face turned completely red with shame. Her throat went dry, she tried to swallow, voice stammering, “Son… I don’t know how this started. I was watching what we both were watching. And I can’t find the remote either. How do I turn this off now?”
I went to the sofa and bent down, deliberately very close to her. “Let me search. It must have fallen below.” She bent too, maybe because searching alone would be more embarrassing.
While moving my hand under the sofa, I touched her foot — inside the edge of the saree. The skin was warm. She flinched, “Son, not there…” but she didn’t get up. And kept searching.
“It must have fallen there,” I said while passing behind her. My finger touched her shoulder, over the blouse fabric. Our eyes met for a moment. And we started searching again, “It’s not here either, where did the remote finally go?”
Both of us, not wanting to get up, our eyes went to the TV where the girl’s ass was spread and a thick cock was going in and out. Aunty’s breathing had become faster than before. Her chest was rising and falling inside the blouse.
I sat on the sofa, legs spread, not trying to hide the bulge in my pants. The porn kept playing. Aunty was still bent over for a second, then composed herself and stood up. Took the pallu to her chest. “Son, we shouldn’t watch all this. Turn it off somehow. What will Siddharth think if he comes.”
There was panic in her voice, but her eyes weren’t leaving the TV. The scene had changed — now the girl was turning over, the man was holding her mouth and fucking her. Maybe Aunty didn’t know that turning off the set-top box would stop it. Or she knew but didn’t want to turn it off.
I said, voice normal, “Everyone does it, Aunty. What’s the harm in watching. You must have done all this too. That’s how Siddharth was born, right?”
Her lips opened, and closed. “Son, that’s different. All this should be watched alone. If you have to watch…” While speaking, her eyes slid from the TV to my cock. The bulge in my pants was clear, the round shape of the tip pushing against the taut fabric. Maybe she was turned on. Or she was trying her best to act unaware. Light sweat had appeared on her forehead.
I caressed my cock over my pants, slowly, once from bottom to top. She saw. But didn’t look away.
I said, “Looks like you watch like this alone. That’s why when I went to the bathroom, you started watching.”
She immediately spoke up, voice rising then falling, “I don’t watch all this, son. Never watched. Don’t know how it started. The TV suddenly turned off, I thought the power went, a few seconds later this started. I didn’t press anything. Can’t find the remote either.”
My hand was still on my cock, slowly moving up and down over the cloth. “Son, don’t do all this in front of me. You have a wife, do it with her. Nisha is a good girl. Stop this somehow. Please.”
I got up. One step toward the TV. “Should I smash the TV then? It will turn off then.”
She panicked, hands forward as if I was really going to hit it. “No no, don’t smash the TV. It’s expensive, Siddharth sent it from Delhi. Just turn it off somehow.”
“If you want to turn it off, we’ll have to find the remote. Otherwise it won’t turn off. I saw the buttons, they’re complicated.” I kept looking at the TV. The fucking on screen had changed — now the girl was on her knees, cock in her mouth, water in her eyes, gulp-gulp gup-gup sounds coming clearly from the speaker.
The girl’s throat was bulging. Aunty’s own throat moved, as if swallowing. She sat at the other end of the sofa. Adjusted her saree, knees together, and looked at the TV. That was enough for me.
I came and sat right next to her — thigh touching thigh, the heat from under her saree coming through to my pants. “Aunty, the remote must be pressed under you. Get up a little.” I took my hand under her cushion, deliberately passing near her ass. My finger went under the saree pallu and the waist fold. She trembled — heat was being felt from inside. “Son… don’t put your hand there… what are you doing…”
“Searching, Aunty?” I said, but pressed her roundness better with my hand. Her ass was soft and heavy, same roundness as Nisha’s but more flesh, maybe because of age. Aunty held my hand, to remove it. But the grip was loose, as if just a gesture to remove it. The fucking on TV had started again, and Aunty’s hand came on top of mine on her own ass.
I said near her ear, my breath falling on her neck, “What were you doing for ten minutes in the bathroom, Aunty? There was sweat on your forehead. And why were you trembling when you came out?”
Her face turned even redder. No voice came out at first. Then a whisper, “Nothing… it was hot… splashed water on my face…” All lies and we both knew it.
I took her hand and placed it on my pants — where my erect cock was lifting the fabric. She immediately removed her hand. And started looking at me.
I was looking at the TV. I held her hand again — her fingers were trembling — and placed it on my cock, but this time held her hand with my own and was moving it up and down.
She spoke, “Son, all this is wrong. You have a wife, you should do all this with her.”
“It’s been at least thirty minutes since Siddharth and Nisha left, where do you think they’ve gone,” I said while pressing her hand with mine — her hand was feeling my cock.
She spoke slowly, “Those two have gone to Roshni’s house, they often go there.”
“Going to Roshni’s house is just an excuse, you probably don’t know. Those two go to the first floor of the old building. I’ve seen them, fucking.”
Aunty’s eyes closed, then opened. “Son… don’t say wrong things. Nisha is your wife. Such things… shouldn’t think…”
“Your daughter-in-law has gone to sit on someone else’s cock right now, Aunty. I’ve seen with my own eyes — from the window, getting her ass licked, getting her cunt fucked, getting water poured in her ass. If you want, ask her where you two went, see both their faces turn red.” Saying this, I slid her palm to my pants’ zipper. Her hand stopped right there at the zip, but didn’t open it.
I opened the zip and took out my cock. Aunty was watching. When I looked at her, she wanted to turn her face away. But couldn’t. The fucking on TV was still going on, here both our breaths were fast.
I placed her hand on my cock. Her whole body trembled. But she didn’t remove her hand. The heat of my cock had soaked into her palm. The warmth of her hands was intoxicating me. I closed her fist and started moving it up and down. In a few moments, her wrist started moving on its own — like an old machine that starts running after years with some oil.
The grip would sometimes tighten, sometimes loosen, sometimes move up and down forcefully. On TV the girl was moving her waist getting fucked, now Aunty’s attention was divided — sometimes looking at the screen, sometimes at her hand. Then sometimes at the door.
I slowly removed her saree pallu. Opened the two buttons above her blouse. Aunty stopped me, saying, “Son, don’t… don’t open the buttons… if someone sees…” There was fear in her voice but her hand didn’t remove from my cock, rather went down to my balls with one finger.
Without caring about anyone, I opened the third button too. And removed the blouse. She was in front of me in her bra — her heavy breasts eager to come out.
I pulled the bra up from both sides. Both breasts bounced out, big ones. I slowly squeezed them. A sound came from her mouth, “Son, someone will see, don’t do this.”
But she wasn’t trying to stop me, just speaking from her mouth. I took my mouth near her nipples. And ran my tongue on her nipples. Aunty trembled, her hand came on my head. I took the nipples in my mouth and sucked hard. “Ahh… what are you doing Vikram… Siddharth will come… ahhh leave it…”
“Let him come, I don’t care. He should see too — the result of fucking my wife is his mother’s cunt.”
While speaking, I sucked the other nipple the same way and started pressing the other with one hand. The speed of her hand on my cock increased.
I took my hand under her saree, inside the petticoat, passing through the thigh to the inner part. Aunty’s legs were pressed together as if stopping me. I separated one of her legs with my knee. I could feel the heat of her cunt over her panties. Then started pressing on her cunt with my finger over the panties, Aunty’s waist moved on the sofa, she pressed my cock hard.
Then pulled the panties to the side. And ran my finger on her cunt. The cunt was completely wet. And hot, my finger slipped between both lips. Put two fingers slowly inside.
Aunty spoke slowly from her mouth, not her hand — my cock was throbbing in her fist. I got down from the sofa and knelt.
Gathered the saree up to her waist, folded the petticoat on her stomach. Pulled down the panties from one leg, the cunt came in front — lips slightly dark-brownish, pink shine from the middle, the clit above was swollen.
I ran my tongue from bottom to top in one long line. Aunty’s both hands gripped the edge of the sofa. “Son… ahh… don’t lick… it’s a dirty place… no one has… licked… for years… ahh Vikram…”
I didn’t listen. Took the clit in my lips and sucked, hard. Her hands came in my hair and were pressing on her cunt.
I was licking and moving my finger in and out. Aunty was getting licked with pleasure. “Ahhh… just like that son, suck harder ahhh…”
Without looking at the time, I kept licking, kept sucking, sometimes taking my tongue to her ass crack, sometimes licking from bottom to top, sometimes coming back and sucking the clit hard. Her hips would tremble and press on my tongue, when her voice “Ahhh ma…” came out, I would suck the clit even harder.
After licking for some time, I got up and placed my tip on her cunt mouth and rubbed once from top to bottom.
Aunty opened her eyes. Sweat was dripping from her forehead to her neck. “Don’t put it inside son… no one has put it in for years… please don’t put it inside… ahh don’t put it inside…” but her waist was sliding forward to take my cock. I understood she wanted me to fuck her but was just refusing from above.
I said I won’t fuck — as soon as she looked at me hearing this — I immediately pushed the tip inside.
Aunty’s waist froze, her hands came on my shoulders. Then I gave a hard thrust and the whole thing went in with a thud — ahhh… there was more heat inside, the inner walls were pulling me. I didn’t stop, started moving in and out slowly.
While fucking I asked, “Tell me Aunty, how many days has it been since you got fucked after Siddharth’s father.”
She didn’t answer. Eyes were closed, lips trembling. A whisper came out, “Very… don’t ask…” I started pounding fast. The old springs of the sofa were creaking lightly, Aunty’s breasts were swinging out of the blouse with every thrust, nipples rubbing against my chest. I held both with one hand and started pressing. Her moans were coming out suppressed, “Ah… slowly son… ahh my waist… slowly… it’s been so long… it will tear… do it gently… ahh…”
I kept fucking like that — in-out, taking it completely out and putting it completely inside in one go. With every thrust, sound came from her mouth, “Ahhh… ahhh…”
This went on for ten minutes or more on the sofa. Her water and my sweat had mixed inside, chap-chap sounds had started coming. I took my cock out. Aunty’s cunt had opened completely.
I wanted to make her a bitch, but she groaned from the pain in her waist. So I made her stand leaning on the sofa, and bent her behind the sofa itself. Lifted the saree up to her waist from behind. Took spit on my palm, and put it on my cock.
Then rubbed the tip round and round on her asshole. Aunty took her hand back, held my thigh. “Not there son… it will hurt… Siddharth’s father never put it there… it will tear… do it in my cunt… put it there and fuck… son…”
I spat more on her ass and applied it all over the hole with my cock. Then set the tip and applied pressure, the tip got stuck in her ass.
Aunty’s voice came out, “Ahh… son… don’t put it there… it hurts…”
I applied more spit, made my cock completely wet with one hand, then slowly pushed. A little of the cock went inside. Aunty twisted the sofa cloth, “Ahhh take it out… pain… Vikram please…”
I held her waist and gave her a hard thrust, the cock went in, just a little was outside. And started thrusting.
She slid forward from the thrusts, “Ahh… you tore my ass…”
I started thrusting faster and faster. Was also slapping her ass. Her voice had now turned to whimpers, enjoying every thrust, “Ahhh… fuck me just like this ahhh…”
I held her waist and was fucking her ass fast, “Ahh son… now take it out… someone will come… the door… ahh hit me right there… right there… now take it out…”
I had reached near coming and gave two-four fast thrusts and came in her ass itself. Both our breaths and whimpers were echoing in the hall. Another video had started playing on the TV.
I took out the remote from my pocket, turned off the TV and removed the pen drive. Aunty was looking at me in surprise. She couldn’t even stand properly. I held her hand and made her sit on the sofa. And lay down next to her myself.
The blouse was still open, breasts hanging out, saree stuck at her waist, both of us drenched in sweat. My cock had become soft, still glistening with juices.
Aunty extended her hand, running her finger in my hair, whispered, “Don’t tell anyone about this, son. I’ve become old, you made me commit a sin.”
I placed my hand on her nipple, and slowly squeezed, “You’re not old, you can calm any good cock. And this sin wasn’t committed by me alone. You yourself wanted to get fucked, so I fucked you.”
Aunty: “When you make someone press your cock in front of them, and all that plays on TV, how can anyone bear it, I’m human too.” While saying all this, Aunty got up and said now get dressed, if someone sees us like this there will be great scandal.
We both got up and quickly dressed and sat down. Just a few moments had passed when Siddharth and Nisha came inside.
Both were looking very happy but as soon as they came near, both their happiness suddenly vanished. Nisha looked at me from top to bottom then said let’s go home, it’s quite late.
I smiled looking at Aunty. Siddharth looked at me. Anger was clearly spilling on his face. I came out of the house. Nisha followed behind, her face had turned red and she was looking at me angrily. But couldn’t say anything.
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Disclaimer: This is an English translation of an original Hindi story, produced with the help of artificial intelligence translation tools.