Ashok Fucks Mom Again ! - Episode - 4
This story is a sequel to the series, ‘Ashok Fucks Mom Again!’ We all stood outside, flabbergasted, feeling bad for Rajesh. Ashok pulled the sheet on the table where the sweets and ladoos were placed. All things fell, crashing and making a loud sound. Ashok tied the cloth around Mom’s chest, covering half of her body to her knees. He lifted her in his arms and came out of the office room. He made her lay on the couch in the common hall and commanded everyone to leave. “Saajan, you stay by,” said Ashok as everyone emptied the room. Mom was trying not to look at me and was shy, all curled up to a pillow. Ashok shed his dhoti and briefs and climbed up on the couch beside her. He manoeuvred between her legs and guided his erect dick into her, not paying heed to her rejections. As his bare ass sank between her knees, the cloth that barely covered her had slipped away. He moistened his hands with saliva before applying it to her pussy. She was whispering “no” but her protests were unheard. He thrust his penis in her with a strong, swift push of his hips. “Ah!?” Her body twitched with a violent jolt as her mouth let out a small scream. He kissed and licked the back of her neck, the feeling of his wet tongue running down her skin sending a shudder down her spine. His large hands stroked her flat stomach as if to praise her. The way his hot hands slid up her chest made her feel like her body was on fire. I froze and then took a seat on the nearby chair as they made love. Ashok knew if I were there, Mom wouldn’t stop him. It was already noon, and Ashok had already fucked her twice. Nattiamma was kind enough to bring two large glasses of milk. Ashok drank all by himself while Mom was still resting in his arms. “Are you hungry? You definitely do not want the milk. You want something else!” Ashok asked Mom mischievously. She nodded yes, her eyes still closed. “I think I can feed you what you want.” Ashok smiled as he said. My heart raced when she opened her eyes and kneeled to suck his dick. She swirled her tongue on his dickhead and massaged the shaft between her lips for a while. When she stopped to get rid of a pubic hair stuck on her tonsil, Ashok released the pressure from his bladder. His pee was already in her mouth. The pee hit her on her face, lips, and nose as it ran down to her tits. She waited no time to cover his bulbous dickhead in her mouth, filling her cheeks like a squirrel. Then she swallowed. “Fuck yes,” he said, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her into his dick, trying to make her take it all. I couldn’t take my eyes off. Their romance and fetishes were unheard of, and I had no idea how to stop Mom. A Year Later The only person who could stop Ashok was Dad. It was lucky for me that I got admission to one of the Universities in Dubai. I called up Dad, and he again asked me to contact Ashok to make the arrangements for my and Mom’s visa and travel. Mom was excited as she was going to meet Dad. She also had stopped working for Rajesh after Ashok fucked her on his office couch. He was furious and had cut all ties with Ashok and our family. It had been nearly a week since Ashok picked us up from the airport. He helped us settle into Dad’s luxurious apartment in Dubai. Dad was away on business in a service apartment in Qatar and was expected back on the weekend. Ashok often accompanied Dad to work as a secretary and lived in more modest accommodations. It left him feeling a mix of envy and pride. For years, he had been intimately involved with Dad’s beautiful wife, and the secret weighed heavily on him. While I immersed myself in college paperwork, my mind wandered to thoughts of my mother. I found myself eager to know if she still enjoyed drinking his golden liquid, adulterated with his pubes. I wondered where they were finding opportunities to be intimate again. It was Saturday, and I reached our building tired. I was standing in the elevator when I saw Dad hurrying to catch it. I pressed the button to hold the door open and waved him in. He stepped in, gave me a warm hug, and we rode up together to the 28th floor. When we arrived, I took out our flat’s electronic access card, swiped it, and opened the door with Dad following close behind. As we stepped inside, I noticed Ashok’s shoes by the entrance. That told me he was there, probably with Mom in the bedroom. Trying to distract Dad, I said, “Why don’t you freshen up? I’ll make us some tea.” Dad agreed, though I could tell he was still looking around, hoping to see Mom. As soon as he went into the bathroom, I quickly hurried to the bedroom. The sight stopped me in my tracks – Ashok’s and Mom’s clothes were scattered on the floor. A chill ran through me. Were they having sex? After all, it had been a year since they last saw each other. I saw Ashok lying beside Mom on the bed, dressed only in his briefs. His mouth was pressed against the soft curvy folds of her ass hole. She lay on her stomach, wrapped partially in her petticoat. She twitched as he rimmed her hole with his tongue. I remember the incident when Mom wanted to use the loo when we were travelling during a Kerala trip. He insisted he wanted to help and accompanied her to a shady bush in the jungle. He helped her squat, do her business and also helped her wash her cheeks and holes. When they returned to the car, Mom was not comfortable. She said she is not sure she is fully clean. Ashok requested me to wait outside and he used the back seat of the car. He undressed Mom and wiped her cheeks clean by rimming her. I had to wait for an hour. Ashok won’t stop talking about her cheeks and the taste of her crack our way back. Ashok saw me watching and took a pause. Mom was flushed a bit. But she managed to pull her petticoat back to her waist and covered her tits with her hands. I quietly warned them, “Dad is here.