Overacting Mom And How I Fucked Her - Part 5
I used to tell my mom, “Saro, I love your moaning sound.” Saro- Is it? More than me? Ajay- Yes, more than you Saying this, I would place my hand on her crotch area and search for her pussy Saro- Ajay, leave me. What the fuck are you doing? Ajay- Of course. That is the end goal. To fuck you. Saro- Stop it, da. If you keep doing this, I’ll complain to the police Ajay- No worries, mom. I know a policeman, and I’ll show him to you at night. I keep caressing her pussy over her dress. Saro – Aah, I know your police. Shut up. I’ll go to the station Ajay – What will you tell them, Saro? That I fuck you every day? Saro- What the hell? Do you want me every day already? Leave me, idiot. I’m going to my room. Ajay- Yes, Saro. That’s what I want. Saro- Asshole. Let me go and sleep. Don’t make me wet. Ajay- Oh, you’re already wet, mom? Do you like your son’s fingers on your pussy, baby? Saro- Mmm, what? Who are you calling ‘baby?’ You can’t call me that. Even my husband doesn’t call me that. Ajay- But you’re okay with my fingering you? And what does your husband call you? Bitch? I keep grazing her vertical lips up and down throughout the whole conversation. Saro- What the fuck, bastard. I’m going to slap you for the way you talk. You won’t finger me ever. I increased the pace as she increased her moans. Ajay- Is it? Then why are your eyes closed and mouths moaning, Saro? I hope you know what a bastard means before you use it. Were you a whore, Saro? Saro got very angry and turned to slap me hard. It was very painful. She started walking to her room. Though she was angry, the mood was still erotic. Saro- First, stop calling me by my name. I’m your mom, for god’s sake. Ajay- Sorry, Saro. I didn’t mean it that way. Why are you acting up today? I held her hand and pulled her to me. Her body rested on me. I hugged her so tight and started kissing her neck Ajay- You are mine, Saro. You are my fucking whore. I can’t imagine you any other way. You are my dirty slut. I will use your body every day. I caressed her ass, hips and whole body while kissing her neck and shoulders to turn the heat on. Saro- What have you done to me, Ajay? Fuck. Ajay- You have to wait for that, bitch. Saro- Okay, my sweet lord. As I got too high, I inserted my hand through her saree and petticoat to search for her pussy. I turned her around and rested her back on me. I caught hold of her pussy. Ajay- Now tell me, bitch. How do you feel when my fingers are inside you? Saro- Good. Ajay- Louder baby. Do you want my fingers inside you? Saro- Yes, baby. I inserted my finger inside her and started twirling. It was so wet. Her juices had been brewing all this time. I started twisting gently and caressed her inner pussy walls. Ajay- Do you like it, bitch? Tell me. Saro- Yes, baby. I like it. Ajay – Do you need it? Shut your fucking mouth and just answer in moans. Saro- Mmmm. Aaaaaahh. Ajay- That’s my girl. My dick was too hard and poking out. I started hitting her ass out of the heat and enjoyed it. Her moaning increased. I moved my fingers in and out of my mom’s fucking wet, dripping pussy. I tried to find the g-spot. One finger was not enough. I inserted my middle finger, too, hoping to find the spot. I hit something, and my mom screamed. Ajay- What is this, Saro? Looks like I found something here. I hit it again. I moved my fingers up and down every time, hitting her g-spot while caressing her pussy walls with two fingers. Saro – Aaah, mmmm. Her moaning was crazy, and I was too high. She held me back tightly, and as she started to squirm. Ajay- Are you cumming, mommy? Saro- Mmmmmm I took my fingers out and licked them completely. I made her sit on the chair and inserted my head inside her saree and petticoat. I found her hairy pussy and started licking vigorously. Licking my head inside her dress was a different experience. I put my finger back inside her pussy while sucking to stimulate her for the final squirting. She cum hard on my mouth and face. I managed to drink most out of her. She panted for breath after squirting all her cum inside my mouth. I caught her by her neck, still kneeling and asked, ‘Did you like it, mommy?” Saro – Yes, master. I loved it. Ajay- That’s my bitch. Good girl I pulled her and liplocked her. We had a long smooch till she started panting again. Saro- Leave me, Ajay. Are you planning to kill me? Ajay- Not yet, Saro. I have a lot to experience in your body. I pulled her up from the chair and started smooching her again. Saro – Ajay, stop. Your father will come any minute. We have to get ready. Ajay – Why Saro? Get ready for what? Saro – Don’t you remember? It’s his birthday tomorrow. We need to cut the cake at midnight. Ajay – (with a laugh) Aren’t I cutting the cake every day with you? (Continuing to kiss her face) Saro – Don’t play Ajay. We do this every year. We should not avoid it. Ajay – Ooh. Someone is feeling guilty. Saro – It is not like that. I sat on the chair and pulled her onto my lap. She landed her ass on my lap and my erect dick in one swift motion. I ran my hands all over her body. Ajay – Then what is it, baby? Why are you so tense? We will get the cake, but I’ll be the one to cut it. Saro – Don’t be foolish, Ajay. How can you cut it? Ajay – Didn’t I just cut it just now? I caressed her crotch over her saree. Saro – Mmmm Ajay – we can cut the cake at midnight, but I want to cut this all night. I want to remind you that you’re mine. Saro – Don’t talk to me like that, Ajay. Ajay – Why whore? Are you leaking down there? Saro – What the fuck?! Ajay. Leave me. I hate you. She stood up and walked to her room. Ajay – Come on, baby. It’s just for fun. Where are you going? Saro – I’m turning on the heater. Need to take a bath. I’m feeling dirty. Can’t celebrate in this state. I had her in my arms, but his birthday had to come up today.