Hi friends. I’m an unknown person. Thanks for your review of my story, ‘The lustful world of Mani.’ This story is based on a real-life incident one of my readers shared. I’m presenting this incident as a series to you all. Since he doesn’t want his name revealed, I’ve changed the characters’ names.
I am Karthi. Age 30. I am a married man. My marriage was a love is marriage. Five years of love ended in marriage last year. I am a romantic person. One who thinks that lust should be enjoyed and eaten in various ways.
That’s why I have the natural ability to get along with all women, regardless of age. But I only play lust games with women who like me and my lust. This story is a series between me and a girl older than me.
Meenakshi, the heroine of this story, is one of the women with whom I wanted to drink my cup of lust. Meenakshi, my wife Sandhya’s mother. Yes, Meenakshi is my mother-in-law. Age 45. We only know her age if she says that her age is 45. But her body structure looks as if she’s around her mid-’30s.
A young grey mane, like the colour of a young rain cloud growing in the cloud. Waist with single pleats on both sides of the hip arches. Nice deep-arched folds. The crease also goes to the back waist making her attractive. Buttocks that move a little when she walks without being too big or too small.
A deep round belly button for this dusky beauty. She only wears a saree. She ties the saree without exposing the navel. But, sometimes, the navel peeking out from the saree can’t be compared to the beauty. She is a holy person. So she always has a saffron bindi on her forehead which is attractive and fascinates us.
I did not enjoy and carve all her features in a day or two. The first time I saw her beauty was in a photograph. I was amazed at the first sight I saw her.
She has a family beauty. She is Dusky beauty. She is not black, but grey. From the moment I saw the photo, I started sculpting the features of my sensual queen. It was my first girlfriend (now my wife) who showed me her in a photograph.
A family photo was taken when my wife was five years old. A photo of my father-in-law, my mother-in-law, my wife’s brother and my wife. When I saw the photo, my eyes fell on my young mother-in-law. A fascinating face structure.
What attracted me the most was that young face. Then she showed me the wedding photo of my father-in-law and mother-in-law. Wow, what a fascinating picture.
The fresh wet yellow mangalsutra shimmering around her neck with the finished kanakambaram and jasmine flower around her hair warmed me so much. And the maroon blouse she was wearing was drenched in her sweat.
The white innerwear (bra) she wore inside was visible very clearly. As soon as I saw her in that photo, I felt lust. Wow, I was jealous of that man, wondering if it could be me instead of my father-in-law in the photo. Also, the dark maroon round bindi on her forehead made her more attractive.
My Meenakshi is the first person I look for in my girlfriend’s selfies. Her magnetic eyes will haunt me. I always admire her eyes and neck in the photo. The attractive neck, the thin lines adorning the neck, the leather belt. The tight jacket is various features that attract me.
I started penance when I would meet her in person and enjoy her. As days passed, I began to love her Meenakshi more than my girlfriend. Whenever I met my girlfriend outside, I saw my Meenakshi through my girlfriend. Even when my girlfriend and I exchange kisses and hugs, I feel like hugging Meenakshi.
She started gelling in my mind as proper love, albeit an improper relationship. Once, my girlfriend went on a trip with her family. She sent me those photos. I was doing penance to see my Meenakshi. Luckily she was in every photo. In one photo, she was wearing a Kerala saree.
Also, my girlfriend was wearing the same. But all I liked was my mother-in-law. Her cleavage was exposed as she stood on one side. The saree tucks gently into the folds, revealing her folds intoxicatingly. My Meenakshi presented a well-rooted feature.
In another photo, the saree was well below the waist. The folds are beautiful, and the smile on her face attracted me to that photo. That night I also did a handjob for the first time, thinking of my Meenakshi.
For half an hour, thinking of her, hugging and kissing her, kissing and licking her groin, licking and tasting her navel. Pouring honey into her cunt and holding my head and squeezing it, me licking. Thinking of various erotic games like this. I worked with her in my mind.
The job was done with a sigh. I had a comfortable night for the first time. As days went by, I began to mourn when I would see my Meenakshi. And that was fulfilled. The first time I saw Meenakshi was in a temple. My girlfriend had asked me to come to that temple. I went.
I wanted to see my girlfriend’s mother more than I wanted to see my girlfriend. My mother-in-law, Meenakshi, looked just as I expected. She was standing right in front of me and worshipping God. My girlfriend was smiling softly at me. But my eyes were gazing at the statue of lust in front of me.
I was savouring Meenakshi inch by inch. She had the right height. A small nose stud on the sharp nose. She always had Vibhuti Kumkum engraved on her forehead. After completing the darshan, I went around the temple. My girlfriend looked at me. I saw my girlfriend, just for namesake.
By the time I got around, my mother-in-law’s swaying back was gently swaying up and down as if to come and rub me. Meenakshi picked up the scarf tucked in her hip to rub something on her hand. That time I saw her waist. Her exposed waist creases made me gag.
Wow, what folds. It made me think that I could lick and eat her waist. Her jacket was drenched in sweat that soaked her armpits, making my dick wake up. Since I was in my boxer, I somehow managed the erection.
The pallu attached to her waist was undone, and her back folds were a treat for everyone. I was mesmerized by the beauty of her fixing her saree. In one way, I got the darshan of God and this idol of lust.
As my life went on like this, I was longing to get a chance to meet Meenakshi. I knew that chance would come to me only if I held my girlfriend’s hand. And that happened. I saw Meenakshi often for a year, talking at our house and girlfriend’s house, seeing the Bride, getting engaged, getting married.
She spoke to me affectionately and lovingly. I also behaved towards her so that she did not get suspicious. Now I am Meenakshi’s son-in-law. I am happier that I have become Meenakshi’s son-in-law than my girlfriend’s husband. When we go to my wife’s house, Meenakshi will be at home.
I took pictures of her on my mobile without her knowledge and enjoyed her parts. By doing so, I increased my lust towards her. I got along very well with her. Even now.
I was determined not to attain her casually and hurriedly. I wanted to make her feel that feeling. I also wanted her to be with me in an understanding that we both could enjoy every minute while we have sex. So I made an opportunity to get close to her little by little.
That day also came! Lust will continue.
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