Sex Dominence Part 1
Ours was an arranged marriage Manju was 22 a fresh Engineering graduate while I was 26 working for a bank after my MBA.. Preety my 18 year old sister was still in college. Mom had been a housewife all her life. We all lived in father’s three bedrooms flat in Jaipur. We had been married for just a month and Manju had yet to get adjusted to our life style. Though nothing great to look at she had a slim athletic body. She had small tight breasts and was curvaceous slightly plump on the back side. She was an extrovert bubbling with energy and made quite chatter around the house sometime to the annoyance of my father. Within weeks she was accepted in the family and my mother bestowed all her love and affection to her while my sister became her best friend. Things were going on smoothly and we were all happy. Father had retired from the army and ruled over the house like a garrison commander. He was the King of the house. Nothing moved without his approval and permission. Mom was his lifelong slave running around to serve the King’s every wish and fancy. Pop was a bull dog of a man short and stout strong and muscular with dumb bell moustache and the mind set of a tyrant. We were all shit scared of him. Mom used to tell us that this was a family trait which ran down from father to son. But frankly deep inside Papa was a loving and caring father to us . We however never could understand his strange relationship with Mom. It was Saturday and over breakfast father decreed that all of us should gather in his room after dinner as he wanted to discuss something important.. After dinner we all trooped inside his air conditioned room and shut the door behind us. He was seated on his favorite lounge chair. He had already taken his quota of Rum and Coke and seemed relaxed. He told me to sit down. On the only vacant chair in the room while Mom, Preety and Manju sat on the carpet on the floor.Son, I need to teach you some vital lessons in life.” He said casually.“ If you wish to live like a King you need to control your harem.” “Geeta ,” he addressed my mother, “Come here and kneel down before me.”“Show some decency father,” she said pleading, “Children are around” Papa sprang to his feet walked to where my mother was sitting on the bed . He caught her by the her hair and pulled her up from the bed dragging her to the centre of the room . With the free hand he slapped her face with great force. The blow was so fierce that Mom was thrown down on the carpet and before the pain had registered she was pulled up again by her hair and the second blow descended on her face like a sledge hammer. There was total stunning silence in the room. Preety and I were frozen stiff with fear while Manju had gone totally pale with shock. No one dared to say a word. Mom was groaning in pain was trying to control her sobbing and fighting back the tears of her humiliation in front of her children and much worse in front of her daughter – in –law. “That will teach you not to be insolent you slut,” shouted father,” Now move your fat arse and tend to my impatient manhood.”“Come on you whore I do not have the whole night for you.”None of us were prepared for this! We were so overwhelmed by the situation that we remained paralyzed and totally speechless.Mom is a docile person. We have never heard her raise her voice. She has a slim firm body of a woman used to doing physical labor looking much younger than her 40 + years. She had a pair of large boobs hanging out of her loose fitting blouse. She always dressed casually in a sari hardly ever wore a bra or panty when in the house. Compared to my other Aunts Mom looked much younger and frankly had much more sex appeal even though she never dressed provocatively. Honestly to me she looked the wonderful MILF one gets to see in porn. Mom obviously knew the routine quite well as she squatted at the foot of the chair between his thick spread thighs . She lifted his Lungi up to his waist exposing his humongous anatomy underneath. A large sausage like piece of meat protruded from a hairy bush of his groin and hung loosely like a large serpent between the hairy thighs . Still sobbing at her humiliation Mom grabbed the bottle of baby oil kept below the chair poured a large portion on her left hand and then placed the bottle back in place. She rubbed both her palms together so that the oil was well spread on both her palms. Then she proceeded to massage the oil on his penis with a firm up – down movement while pressing the mushroom like tip in a tight grip with each stroke. Father’s snake was soon smothered with oil as mother’s deft fingers massaged the muscle with great skill. The snake soon stirred from its slumber and started quivering .Gradually it sprang to life and started to grow in size till it had become a 8 inch by 3 inch hard mass of flesh. Mom kept on rubbing in more oil on the prick with one hand and with the other grabbed Papa’s ping pong ball size balls and started oiling them also with professional dexterity. Mummy seemed to be fully engrossed in her work totally oblivious of the surroundings and even enjoying it. The pullo of her sari had fallen down exposing her boobs bouncing in the lose blouse with each movement. I was already feeling hot between my legs .Preety’s hands were inside her loose fitting track pants shamelessly playing with her love hole. Father was squirming in his chair while Mom continued her determined massage with the skill acquired from years of practice in the art. Within minutes Papa was groaning with pleasure and thrusting his prick towards Mom’s face brushing against her red inflamed cheeks. “Damn you slut,” he groaned loudly,” Now Yes Noooow, Dam it take me NOW!! “Like the professional she was Mom took her time in swallowing Pops large pulsating prick in her mouth. The whole bulk of it disappeared inside making a huge bulge of her cheek.