Previous Part: Chronicles of Freya – Part 3 (Mom’s secret sex life)
It was around 5:30 in the morning when the noise woke me up. Mom had just come back. She looked exhausted. Her hair was messy, and she was sweating. On top of that, she gasped as if she had just come back from a long run.
At 9:30, the alarm went off. I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, and went down. Mom followed a few minutes later. Rodney and I were at the breakfast table. Mom came down the stairs. She had trouble moving. She was taking baby steps and walking with her legs wide apart. And with every step, she groaned.
It was the pain of anal, as I discovered many years later. She was wearing her night dress. It was this loose one-piece pink dress. The hemline ended around her hips. It was open at the back completely. Two thread-like loose straps kept it on her body.
They started from her breasts and ran down her back to her waistband. The front barely did anything to cover her breasts. Her side boobs were poking out of her neckline. It just covered her nipples and her under-boobs. She wore a long mangalsutra that reached her navel.
It was tucked under her dress, but the beads were visible to the naked eye, running down her cleavage.
“Good Morning,” mom said delightfully. She bent over to kiss my forehead and then on Rodney’s. Her dress was loose, and her boobs were completely visible when she bent over. “Let me make you guys breakfast,” she added
“It’s ok. We already had it. I made toast for both of us,” I replied.
“Good morning,” Uncle Russell came out of his room. He kissed the back of my head and fist-pumped Rodney. “You guys done with your breakfast?”
“Yes,” Rodney and I replied in unison.
“Where’s Shaun?” he inquired.
“He’s gone for his morning run – just a few minutes ago,” Rodney answered.
“Then, he won’t be back for another hour and a half,” Uncle Russell mused. “Morning, Sulekha,” he moved toward mom and enveloped her. He tried to kiss her seductively. But mom stopped him and nodded in our direction. “Rodney, did you complete your assignment?”
“No, I was too tired yesterday.”
“Go and complete it. We need to send it to your school. The last date for submission is day-after-tomorrow. We won’t be going back home for at least the next 10 days.”
“But I don’t have the notebook nor the source material to do it,” Rodney argued.
“Take money from my wallet and get your stuff from the store,” said Uncle Russell firmly.
“Freya, why don’t you go with Rodney? Be a good elder sister and help your cousin out,” mom said.
Rodney grabbed the money, and we headed out. Mom drew the living room curtains as we stepped out of the house. She waved us bye and closed the door behind us. But instead of leaving, we circled the house to look for a secret way in.
The kitchen door was no longer an option as it was morning, and mom would work in the kitchen. We would surely be spotted. As we circled the house, we spotted a skylight being left open right at the bottom of the house. It was the skylight of the basement.
The opening wasn’t too wide, but being thin, we both managed to fit into it. We made sure our feet didn’t disturb anything when we landed. We didn’t want to make any noise. Quietly, we walked up the wooden stairs. The door of the basement had a horizontal partition.
The lower half was locked, but the upper one wasn’t. We opened a crack in the top half and peeked through it. The door was located underneath the stairs that led to our rooms. The breakfast table was at the far end, in front of the open kitchen. The darkness of the basement kept us hidden from the rest.
“So, last night was fun,” mom said, smiling. She wrapped her arms around Uncle Russell, and they smooched.
“You always get the best out of me,” Uncle Russell replied. They kissed again.
“You were such an animal,” said mom.
“Been a tough few weeks. Had to blow out some steam, and you provided a great opportunity.”
“Why, what happened,” mom asked.
“This chick I hooked up with – nothing serious – just hung out together. A couple of dates. A lot of sex. I got her pregnant. Now the bitch wants me to pay child support,” Uncle Russell explained.
He was a known womanizer. He’d been married 4 times and divorced the same. He had kids just from his first 2 marriages. His 3rd marriage was to an old widow, and his 4th was to that widow’s daughter. He also had countless affairs.
“I’ve told you to be careful. Not every woman is like me,” mom said. She moved her finger across his face teasingly.
“No one is like you, my Indian Slut,” said Uncle Russell, pinching mom’s cheeks, “you let me fuck you. And even when you get pregnant, you don’t fuss, throw tantrums, blackmail me, or demand child support. You keep the baby and don’t even get me involved in it.”
“That’s because everyone thinks she’s your half-brother’s daughter. The benefit of fucking your brother’s wife after all,” mom laughed.
“How is she, though?”
“She’s doing good.”
“Does he suspect? Gabriel?”
“Nope, he doesn’t have the slightest clue,” mom said confidently.
“You are the best, Sulekha,” he remarked.
They kissed again. He caressed her thighs. His hands moved up, and he lifted mom’s dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties under them. Rodney and I could see her bare butt. They twirled, and mom’s back faced us.
Uncle Russell squeezed her butt and spread those cheeks. We saw her asshole and her pussy lips. Mom twitched in his arms in pain.
“Don’t – it still hurts,” she said, removing Uncle Russell’s hands, “I begged Michael to stop, but he kept going anyway. Now it hurts.”
“It will stop hurting once I get you all worked up,” Uncle Russell smirked.
“What do you want to eat for breakfast?”
“You,” he remarked immediately.
“Well, I’m starving. I need something to eat. Let me make pancakes real quick. After that, you can have me. If the children don’t come back.”
“Shaun won’t be back for at least 90 minutes, and as for Rodney and Freya, the store is a bit far. It will take them some time to be back,” Uncle Russell explained.
Mom smiled. She limped her way to the kitchen and began mixing pancake batter. Grand D came out of his room. The door to his room was close to the basement door. But he didn’t notice us.
He walked straight into the kitchen. He grabbed mom from behind, pushed her long hair aside, and kissed her back. He then lifted her dress and slapped her butt.
“Morning Grand D, morning dad,” Michael bhaiya came out of the room at last, “Morning whore,” he addressed mom. He walked into the kitchen, and Grand D settled at the table.
“Is that the way to talk to your Aunt!” mom remarked, smiling.
He pulled her close and kissed her. They broke off, and he said, “No, but I can speak to the mother of my child whichever way I want. So, you are a whore.”
“Your mom has children with my dad and my older brother,” Rodney whispered.
“It’s as much news to me as it is to you,” I whispered back.
“When did you have a child with her?” Grand D asked Michael bhaiya.
“The last time I visited India. We fucked a lot. I ended up getting her pregnant,” Michael bhaiya answered proudly.
“Well, you couldn’t have picked a better woman to breed,” Grand D complimented.
“Do you have a kid with her?” Michael bhaiya inquired Grand D.
“Oh yes, 2, actually,” mom answered for him. She was quite happy to admit it, “Kiara and Freya are his daughters.”
“What!” I mouthed. I was stunned to learn the truth. My dad wasn’t my dad. And my grandfather was my real father. My twin sister and I are from my grandfather. It was so shocking. But I never confronted mom about this.
“I have to ask,” Michael bhaiya said, “how are you so fit after giving birth so many times? No one could tell that you even had 1 pregnancy. Let alone so many. How?”
“Well,” mom began, “we Indians are known for breeding after all. It’s in our genetics. And I also exercise a lot.”
They all settled at the table. Mom brought the pancakes. Michael bhaiya asked for cereals. Mom went into the kitchen and brought him a bowl and a box. He opened the box and poured some into his bowl. He looked up and said, “Milk?”
Mom smiled and kissed him. She pulled one strap down, and her boob popped out. She aimed her boob at the bowl and squeezed it with precision. It was like someone had opened a hose. A jet of milk squirted out of her breast. It filled his bowl in no time.
“We’d like to have milk in our coffee as well,” jested Grand D and Uncle Russell.
Mom moved over to both of them one by one. She did the same, aiming her boob over their mugs and squeezing her areola. Uncle Russell licked the milk off her nipple after she was done. Mom sat her coffee mug in front of Michael bhaiya.
He got up, pulled his shorts down, and whipped his cock. It was hard and big. He brought the mug closer to his dick and began jerking off. Mom gave him a hand as well. In no time, she poured his cum into her coffee.
“Thanks for the cream,” mom toasted and took a sip.
Once they finished breakfast, Grand D pushed his chair back and got up. He got to mom and held his hand out for her. She gladly accepted. They began with kissing. He shoved his tongue into her mouth. Mom did the same as well. He caressed her thighs and pressed her boobs.
Mom shot her arms up. He grabbed her dress, lifted it, took it off completely, and tossed it onto a sofa. Mom grabbed the sofa with her hands for support and leaned back as Grand D went down on her. He licked mom’s pubic hair. Kissed them with passion.
He rubbed her clit with his thumb and kissed her vagina. It was like he was giving a smooch to her pussy lips. Mom moaned quietly. Mom turned over. She sat her hands firmly on the sofa for support and bent over. She spread her legs apart. My grandfather buried his face in her butt.
Mom’s moans got slightly louder than before. Grand D took his clothes off. He rubbed spit on his penis and gently pushed it in.
“Yes,” mom gave a long sigh.
She moved her hair to one side. Grand D’s hands were on her butt, and he pounded her pussy. Thump, thump, thump was the sound we were getting to hear when Grand D’s waist slapped against her butt.
“Oh yes, oh yes, ahhh,” mom moaned.
Her big melon-sized jugs made an even louder thumping sound when they bounced back and forth off her ribs. The sofa rocked as well. That’s how hard my grandfather was banging my mom.
“Sulekha, where do you want me to cum?” he muttered after 10 minutes.
“In me, Frank, in my pussy,” mom cried out.
“Ahhh, here it comes,” he grunted.
He buried his nails in her butt and grunted. Once he had shot his load inside my mom, he breathed a sigh. He pulled out. Mom got down and took his limp cock in her mouth. She licked it clean and swallowed whatever cum was on it.
She moved over to Uncle Russell. He was still in his chair but had gotten rid of his clothes while Grand D was fucking her. Mom pushed his chair back to make some space. She crossed her leg onto the other side and sat on his lap, facing him. The thick shaft went in pretty smoothly.
Mom held onto his broad shoulders for support. Uncle Russell grabbed her waist to help her with the movement. She flung her head back and began hopping in his lap. Her big boobs bounced up and down as she bounced on Uncle Russell’s dick.
“Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby,” Uncle Russell moaned.
“Fuck me, Russell, fuck me,” mom moaned.
“You want my cum, baby. You want my cum!”
“Yes, baby, yes, I want it, I want it!”
“Then get down on your knees and let me cum on your face,” said Uncle Russell.
“No baby, no, please no, shoot it in me, shoot it in my cunt, I want to feel it in my pussy,” mom pleaded.
“Here it comes, baby. Here it comes.”
Uncle Russell cummed inside mom as well. Mom remained seated in his lap even after he had finished. They kissed for a while before she got up. Cum dripped out of her vagina as she stood up. Michael bhaiya got out of his chair just as well.
He picked mom up in his arms and sat her on the table. She spread her legs open and sat her heels on the table’s edge. He had placed her at such an angle that we could see her front as clear as crystal. The cum oozed from mom’s vagina. Michael bhaiya took her left boob in his mouth.
He squeezed it and probably drank her milk. He kissed her belly, held his cock in his hand, and stuffed it inside her cum filled pussy. We could see his dick spread her pussy lips apart and make its way into her cunt. We even saw where to put it. A piece of information that came in handy later on.
“Oh wow, it’s so wet inside. My dick moves so smoothly,” Michael bhaiya remarked.
“Ahh, Michael,” mom moaned.
“Oh yes, this feels much better than last night,” Michael bhaiya cried.
“You like it, baby, you like it, huh! You like fucking your Aunt.”
“You’re not my Aunt. You are my whore. What are you? Say, what are you?” said Michael bhaiya.
“Ahhh, yes, I’m your whore,” mom screamed.
“You like my cock, whore.”
“I love it, I love your cock, ram my pussy. It feels so good, yes, it feels so good.”
“Will you be my whore for life?”
“Yes, I’ll be your whore for life. Ahhh, fuck me like that, fuck your whore.”
“Ahh, you are so good, whore, you are so good.”
“Oh baby, oh baby, keep going, keep going, like that, like that, keep going,” mom moaned.
“You want me to go harder?” asked Michael bhaiya.
“Yes, yes, please yes, oh please, I beg you, please,” said mom
Bhaiya picked up the pace. He began pounding mom’s pussy harder. She leaned back and spread her legs even wider than before. Her boobs jiggled in a circle. She threw her head back and let her moans out.
“Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Pound it, pound my pussy, harder. Almost there, move, move.”
Bhaiya pulled out and moved aside. He clapped her cunt. His fingers moved in a circle over her clit, just as I moved mine the previous night. Mom pushed her body up, balancing herself on her hands and legs. Her legs were spread wide open, and her cunt was aimed in our direction.
Her pussy lips opened up, and the transparent fluid burst out. Bhaiya pressed his finger against her clit. It made the jet more streamlined and shot out to a longer distance. It even reached us. Her squirt splashed all over our faces. The basement’s darkness kept us out of sight.
But it couldn’t protect us from the splash of her pussy juice. Her squirting lasted a good 4 minutes. Once she was all out of it, bhaiya asked her to step down from the table and bend over. She did. He clapped her pussy and shoved his dick back in. He started from where he had left off.
“You cum a lot. That was one hell of a squirt,” bhaiya remarked.
“It’s your cock, baby. It’s your cock. Your cock made me cum.”
“How about your pussy returns the favour.”
“Oh Michael, cum for me, cum in me,” mom moaned. Bhaiya pulled her hair and banged her hard.
“You are a family whore, aren’t you!”
“Yes, I’m a family whore. I’m a big dirty family whore, do me, do me, do my whore pussy.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming,” bhaiya repeated.
“Cum in me, cum in me, cum inside my pussy,” mom cried.
Michael bhaiya pulled her hair tighter and grunted. Once he had shot his load in her, he stayed in that position for a while and just breathed. He was panting, and so was mom.
‘That was some amazing fuck,” mom remarked as she picked up her dress.
“Too bad, I won’t be able to enjoy it for a few days,” said bhaiya, huffing.
“Why?” mom asked curiously.
“I have to leave for the wedding,” he replied.
“But the wedding isn’t till Sunday,” mom argued.
“I’m the Best Man. I have to plan the bachelor party.”
“Best-Man! You are from the Bride’s side.”
“The groom is my best friend. I’m the one who introduced him to Eva,” he explained.
“Interesting!” mom mused, stroking her chin. She was thinking something. After a moment, she suggests, “How about we all go? Nice little road trip together. I can be at your Bachelor party. After all, you do need a stripper for it.”
“You are naughty,” bhaiya commented playfully.
“Wait for the wedding. The family will let you know how big of a whore I am,” she smirked, “Now go and get cleaned up before others get here.”
Michael bhaiya and Uncle Russell went into their room to clean up. Once they had disappeared behind the bedroom door, mom said to Grand D, “His friend – what kind of a person is he?”
“They are all bastards like him. Just sex maniacs. They want to fuck girls all the time,” he answered.
“Does Eva knows about this?”
“No,” Grand D shook his head, “she’s too sweet and innocent. Completely unaware.”
“You didn’t stop her from marrying him?” mom quizzed.
“She’s not my biological granddaughter. Remember, I’m not the father of her mother. I’m the stepfather. Apart from the fact that I married her grandmother, I got no relationship with her. Just as it is with Russell,” he said calmly.
“What will happen to their marriage?” mom mused.
“Logical thing to happen will be divorced. But she’s madly in love with him. So, my bet is she’ll become a whore just to make the boy happy.”
“And that’s what you so badly want, don’t you,” mom teased.
“Just like you,” Grand D joked. “By the way,” he said after a long pause, “you are on birth control, right?”
“Nope,” mom replied sharply.
“What if you get pregnant?”
“I’ll keep the baby. Like every other time,” mom shrugged.
“But this time, you are here without Gabriel. He’ll know,” Grand D argued.
“Don’t worry. I had sex with him 3 days in a row before flying out here,” said mom casually.
“So, he also stands a chance to produce a child,” Grand D said, smiling.
“Nope. He’s sterile,” mom replied.
“Sterile! How!” Grand D was shocked.
“Remember he had an accident all those years back,” mom explained. Grand D nodded. Mom continued, “it rendered him sterile. He can’t father any children. The doctor was my friend. He gave me this news before revealing it to Gab. So, I asked him not to tell Gab about this – ever. I even made him change the medical reports that never mention this. Hence, Gab doesn’t know. He thinks he’s normal. So, I can have sex knowing full well that whatever kids I make, they won’t be his. But he will always think they are his.”
“So, all the kids you had after that accident?”
“Not his,” mom said sharply.
“You slut,” Grand D remarked.
“That’s what you whispered into my year the first time I came here to visit. After my wedding. You said, “You are my Indian Slut.” Remember?”
“And you still are,” Grand D replied, and they both laughed.
We went out the same way we had entered the basement. We went to the store and bought the stuff, and returned home. Later in the night, the same thing happened that had happened the night before. Rodney and I watched through the window; without them knowing.
The next day, we embarked on a long road trip to Florida (where Eva didi’s wedding venue was). It was a long 4-day trip, and mom upped her slut game.
So, guys, this is it for this part. I’ll see you all in the next one. My id is [email protected]. Have fun, guys. Bye.
Next Part: Chronicles of Freya – Part 5 (The Bachelor’s Party)