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Hello everyone, how are you doing? This is Namrata, and this part is going to be narrated by me. Rahul and I take turns to write down our sexy, naughty and haughty experiences. Because there is too much to write, it’s definitely not a single person’s work. So alternatively, we both do the writing.
People who follow our sweaty Sex series already might know the scenario. And the new readers, I kindly request you all to go through the previous parts in order to enjoy this one. So, without delaying any longer, let’s continue the story.
I really don’t know what to do with this kid. Yes, I still call him a kid because he is really my son’s age. In fact, I am two years older than his mother. The naughty rascal fucked me thrice since this morning. And every time it was really intense.
Even the word intense won’t do proper justice to the way he made love to me. My goodness, my dear nature, these young guys get erect so soon. After fucking the hell out of me three times in a row, he is still looking for the fourth one, I think so.
The way he was toying with my body and my senses, I was aroused too. But I was definitely not ready to get fucked again. Because I really didn’t have any energy left with me, to tolerate even a few strokes from his hard cock. But I felt he is not completely hard now. His cock was semi-erect.
He was hugging me from behind and had clutched my right breast with his left hand. He was pressing my breast gently, playing with it, fondling it softly. I was moaning, who won’t? Soft gasps were being released from my lips. As if this was not enough, he was kissing my neck and shoulder blades.
And to fuel his naughty desire, my dear fucker was sniffing my wet panties. Little did he know that by smelling my panties, he was arousing me all the more. When a man willingly smells our undergarments, whether it be a bra or a pair of panties, or even some other clothing of ours, our pussy starts spasming.
It is extremely arousing for us women to see a man desiring to smell our body odour from our clothes. And if that piece of clothing turns out to be our panties, then it’s arousing beyond measure. Because that tiny piece of clothing used to be stuck to our pussy all day long.
We have our natural pussy discharges, as our pussy cleans itself from the inside all by itself. We pee so many times during the day. And when we are sexually aroused, our pussy has a mind of its own, and it starts flowing like a water stream.
All the pussy discharges, residual pee drops, and pussy juices get thoroughly absorbed by our panties. And when we see a man sniffing those same pair of super-drenched panties right in front of us, which woman won’t get aroused? Rahul was doing the same thing with my panties.
They were extremely drenched with all kinds of fluids my pussy can release in a day. Rahul was sniffing my panties, squeezing my right breast, and kissing my neck and shoulders alternatively. I was going on moaning. I even started gasping with my mouth falling open occasionally.
No matter how many times and how long he fucks me. He always gets me aroused again. His semi-erect cock was nestled between my thighs. His cock head was touching my pussy slit. And this sensation itself was fuelling my sexual arousal all the more.
Namrata – Rahul, my baby, I am so tired, beta (son), I am completely exhausted. I don’t think I can take any more of your pounding. Your Namrata aunty needs some rest, sweetheart. (I said while moaning and gasping softly)
I was thinking in my mind that if Rahul thrusts his cock into my pussy even for once, with his single thrust itself, I will just faint out of exhaustion. But thank goodness, he didn’t.
Rahul – Oh, aunty, even I fail to figure out what exactly you do to me. The moment I lay my eyes on you, I feel like loving you again and again. But I do understand, aunty, that you need some rest indeed. I need a break, too. I am not a sex machine, you know.
While he was saying that, his hot breath was hitting my ears and neck warmly. Even he was moaning a bit while saying all those things to me. His left hand never stopped squeezing my right breast. Then he hung my panties on his semi-erect cock. My goodness, he did that again.
I think he has made his cock my pantyhanger. The moment he is done with sniffing my panties, he hangs them on his erect cock. My panties were dangling on his semi-erect cock. I was able to feel my wet panties on the back of my thighs.
Namrata – Are you kidding me, sweety? You are no less than a sex machine. Because you always keep Fucking me. The only difference is that you take breaks in between, so that we both can recover. (I said while gasping a bit)
Rahul – Of course, aunty. The in-between rest part is very important. Because that break itself prepares me to fuck you again. (He said naughtily, and pressed my right breast a bit hard)
I moaned loudly, and my body jerked with sudden pleasure. The pace of my breath started speeding up. Already, I was aroused because he toyed with my body. His sudden pressing of my right breast just left me gasping for air for a few seconds.
No matter how much I scold him, the fucker will never stop doing all these things to me.
Namrata – My dear goodness, what are you doing? Just now I said I can’t take it anymore, and you started again, you little piece of nuisance. (I almost blurted out while gasping for air)
Rahul – What did I do? I didn’t put my cock in you, did I? So, what is your problem? (He said in a naughty way)
Namrata – You fucker, stop playing games with me. What did you do with your left hand now, huh? It was so hard. (I complained, but my voice was clearly reflecting sexual arousal)
Rahul – I didn’t do anything. I was releasing a bit of my stress by using a stress ball.
I couldn’t believe he said that. Did he really say that? He called my breasts stress balls? This kid will make me go mad.
Namrata – What? What did you say you dirty mind? My breasts are stress balls for you? (I said while breathing a bit hard. But sexual arousal was all over my voice.
Rahul – Not just stress balls, the finest and top quality pair of stress balls that were ever made. That too, not just one, I have got two. Buy one, get one free, I think so.
I just pushed his hands away and got away from his hug. I walked a few steps forward and just covered my face with my hands. I was feeling so shy. I was actually dying of shyness. My nipples were getting harder and erect, and my pussy started getting wetter.
Then I felt Rahul come closer, and he turned me around to face him. He tried to remove my hands from my face. I was reluctant to remove my hands. He immediately grabbed both my breasts and squeezed hard. My hands left my face, and I looked at him with wide eyes and with my mouth open.
He pulled me hard against him, and my hands automatically gripped his shoulders. He was looking into my eyes, and I felt like I would melt in his arms. I have always had great affection for Rahul. But with each passing moment, my affection for him only goes on multiplying and crossing all possible boundaries.
Rahul – What happened? You didn’t like what I said? Did I offend you by saying that?
He said with concern in his voice. But I very well knew that the fucker was just pulling my leg. He very well knows that I love him like anything. And I can never be offended by him that easily. Because the little fucker is a piece of my heart.
I hit him a bit hard on his shoulder with my right hand, by making a fake angry face at him.
Namrata – Stop bullshitting me, you little moron. I know you are just pulling my leg. (I said with the same fake anger on my face)
He just burst into a big laugh and was enjoying the annoyance that my face was portraying. I hit him again on his shoulder. He stopped laughing and looked into my eyes.
Rahul – Are you in pain? I mean, did I put more than required stress on those stress balls?
The shameless creature had the same expression on his face. He is sounding concerned, but actually pulling my leg. We were already looking into each other’s eyes. I just intensified my eye contact with him.
Namrata – No, it was fine. Anyway, they are your stress balls. You can do anything with them.
I said without breaking that intense eye contact. The fucker thinks he is too smart. Yes, it’s totally agreed that he is very smart. But I am his mother’s age. He is messing with a mature woman. And not just any mature woman, but a woman who loves him like crazy.
Before heading for our farmhouse itself, I had decided in my mind that I would eat this boy alive on the bed. No one can stop me. No one can ever stop a woman who wants to give herself completely to a man.
And I had already decided that I would make him love me and fuck me so much, so often, and so hard, that he would forget all the women he might have fucked till now.
Rahul – Oh, really, aunty? Anything? (He said with a mischievous smile)
Namrata – You have become completely shameless. (I said while displaying fake annoyance on my face)
Rahul – So, how about sharing a shameless kiss right now? (He said with a naughty grin on his face)
Namrata – Will you stop if I say no? (I said with a serious face)
Rahul – I can’t miss even a single chance to taste your warm, soft lips. (He said seriously this time)
Namrata – Then just shut the hell up and kiss me.
We kissed with such a passion and hunger, as if two sexually hungry people were set apart for years, and were put together all of a sudden. We were both kissing so deeply and intensely. His saliva tasted delicious to me. And my saliva was getting generously poured into his mouth.
I was going on, moaning and whimpering while kissing him. And as usual, as it often happens with us, we started licking and sucking each other’s lips, tongue, mouth and whatnot. Many times, I end up kissing him in such a shameless way that even he gets shocked at my behaviour.
But I can’t help it. I love this kid like anything. If I say the truth, it’s not just me, all mature women like guys who are much younger than them. Don’t get me wrong on this. I am talking about love and care in the very first place. And after that comes the sexual side. Right now, I am 59 years old.
Women who belong to my age group will naturally have a caring, loving, and affectionate attitude towards much younger guys. Our motherly side dominates us when we see such younger guys. It’s completely natural. But if a woman my age gets ready to have sex with a guy who is her son’s age, then it’s clear that the woman loves him too much.
We both might have kissed for atleast ten minutes. I didn’t want to stop kissing him. But my sexual arousal was increasing. I really needed a break. Because just after one thrust from his hard cock, I would fall unconscious out of exhaustion.
I broke the kiss and took a few seconds to catch my breath.
Namrata – Rahul, my baby, before we just pounce on each other and start fucking, please be dear to your aunty, and prepare some coffee. (I was still panting a bit out of breath)
Rahul – Okay, no problem. So, you would prefer your regular milk coffee, right?
Namrata – Yes, sweetheart. So get dressed, and move on to the kitchen. I will join you as soon as I put my saree on.
Rahul – What? You want to wear a saree now? Of course, you look so sexy in your sarees, no doubt about that. But who is going to see you now? Just put on a night robe and come. (He said with a naughty grin)
Namrata – You are right, mister. But I feel like wearing a saree. And you know na, that I mostly prefer sarees. They make me feel more feminine. So what’s the big deal?
Rahul – Okay, madam, as you say. I am always quite honoured to obey you. (He said jokingly)
Namrata – Shut up and go. I will join you within a few minutes.
Rahul gave me a quick kiss on my lips and headed towards the kitchen. The kitchen was downstairs. I wanted to get dressed as soon as possible and have a nice hot mug of coffee. I was really exhausted to the core. Some coffee might come to my help.
I stepped into the closet, where both of our clothes were placed. I was going through a bunch of sarees. Finally, I went for a floral print one. It was a yellowish coloured georgette saree, with flowers printed all over the saree.
Rahul calls these sarees typical housewife sarees. He says he loves to see typical Indian women draped in these kinds of sarees. He says those women with that kind of look drive him crazy.
And I completely believe in what he says. Because I have experienced the kind of things he does, after seeing a woman draped in those kinds of sarees. I picked a yellow pants. No, I was not matching my pants with the saree, I just felt like wearing that.
I took a sky blue colour bra, and hooked it at my back. I wore a black blouse and slipped into a black satin petticoat. I started draping my saree and adjusted the saree pleats correctly. I didn’t pin my saree pallu to my blouse. I just put the pallu on my shoulder and headed towards the kitchen.
I saw Rahul boiling some water for his black coffee. As I had mentioned before, Rahul is allergic to lactose, so he prefers black coffee. But my body has no issues with lactose, so I go for the milf coffee. We together prepared our respective coffees, and started walking towards the dining table.
The rainfall had made the day so beautiful. It was so soothing and relaxing that I was feeling very drowsy. But coffee was going to put some energy into me, and I knew that. As I was going to sit in a chair, Rahul caught my hand and tried to make me sit on the table.
He ignored all my questions, and finally, he made me sit at the table. The dining table was rectangular-shaped, and I was sitting on one of the wide sides of the table. My heart started beating fast. I was wondering what was going through his mind now. I knew he might be planning something unthinkable.
Because he was an expert at doing such shameless erotic acts that people normally don’t think of. And he also knows that I enjoy his unbelievable sexual naughtiness. He then placed two chairs on either side of his chair, on which he was going to sit.
His coffee mug was on his right side beside my thighs. And mine was on my right. He took both of my feet and placed them on his lap. The fucker started raising my saree. The hem of my saree was raised above my calves, and Rahul started kissing and sucking my calf muscles.
He kept lifting the hem of my saree. All the freshly exposed flesh of mine was being lovingly licked and sucked by him. I started losing myself there itself, and started moaning lightly. Slowly and steadily, he slid my saree up, but soon the hem of my saree reached my upper thighs.
The fucker started munching on my fleshy thighs. He was sniffing my pussy odour, and now he was passionately licking and sucking my inner thighs. My moans and whimpers were getting louder by each passing minute. I started taking deep breaths.
Finally, my saree reached its destination. He bunched up my entire saree around my hips. He saw my yellow panties and said…
Rahul – You matched your saree with your sexy panties? (He said mischievously)
I kicked his thighs playfully. He laughed a bit and was back to his business. He placed both my legs on the chairs that were placed on either side. He looked at me once, and then just touched his nose on the gusset of my panties. Rahul started sniffing my pussy through my panties.
He began sucking my pussy through my panties. Then he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. My legs were spread open, so my pants got stuck around my knees. I joined my legs so that Rahul could take my panties off.
He tossed my panties onto the table and again spread my legs open. Looking at my pussy, he took a sip of his coffee. Without wasting even a second, the fucker started lapping at my pussy hungrily. I groaned loudly. My moans reached sky high. I was so aroused that my hips started bucking immediately.
My hips were moving according to his mouth. He then stopped and took another sip from his coffee mug. I groaned out of frustration. My pussy wanted his mouth and tongue back on it.
Namrata – Rahul, what the shit do you think you are doing? Get your mouth between my pussy right now. (I almost screamed at him out of frustration. But the little rascal was completely calm.
Rahul – Didn’t we both agree on a break, aunty? So let’s chill down for a bit. (He said with a mischievous smile)
Namrata – Rahul, get back to my pussy, or I am going to kill you. (I again screamed at him)
He again took a sip from his coffee, said okay to me, and just plunged his tongue deep into my pussy. I gasped so hard that my voice trailed off. Then I exhaled and moaned throatily. He kept lapping at my pussy, and also taking sips from his coffee. This kid is going to kill me one day.
He then stood up and hurriedly removed his shorts along with his underwear. He stroked his hard cock a few times and then started rubbing my pussy lips with the tip of his cock. He used to put his cock head into my pussy, and then pull it out abruptly.
He was just inserting the tip of his rock-hard cock into my pussy, and then teasingly pulling it out. I was literally dying out of frustration and pleasure at the very same time. I kept begging him to just drive his cock deep into my pussy, and fuck me like a whore.
Still, he kept on teasing me for nearly five minutes. His cock was so hard that when he used to pull out of my pussy, his cock used to get slapped hard against his lower belly. He was smearing my pussy juices all around my pussy lips with the tip of his cock.
The wet, sloppy sounds sounded so damn erotic. He was also slapping his cock head onto my pussy lips. My pussy was leaking a copious amount of sexual fluid. When he was rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy lips, my juices were getting splashed.
My whole body was shivering out of pleasure and sexual frustration. All of a sudden, he sat down and started sucking my pussy. Oh, my fucking goodness, I will kill this fucker once all of this ends. My hips bucked so hard. I was out of control.
So, he grabbed my thighs and kept slurping my pussy like a hungry street dog. After five minutes or something, he stood up and started rubbing his cock head hard against my pussy lips. I just grabbed his head and mashed my lips onto his.
I was kissing him like an animal in heat. I broke the kiss and told him to just fuck me. He plunged his cock deep into my pussy, and just started ramming my cunt hard. My loud moans did not resemble any human sound. I was shrieking like an animal.
The dining table was making thudding noises. The outside rain, the thudding of the table, my animalistic groans, it was all too much. Rahul was pounding my pussy like a maniac. I was hugging him so hard. I was looking into his eyes. Oh my fucking goodness, it was all beyond belief.
I so much wish to continue my dear readers. But this is it for now. I will soon be back with the next part. You can email Rahul at [email protected]. I hope to see you all soon. Bye.