Voyeuristic Adventures With My Mom

My name is Kamal, and my family consists of my Mom, my dad and me. We live in Hyderabad. Our native is in a village in Nellore District. My dad works as an engineer in a construction company in Dubai. He usually comes home only once in two or three years. He is a workaholic.

When his company gave him his recent promotion, he was put in-charge of constructing a new big residential complex there. This increased his workload and required his continuous presence in Dubai itself. It has been almost four years since he last came back.

My Mom is a housewife. She is very gullible and has completed schooling only. She is a great cook. Apart from household duties, her hobbies are watching TV and reading pocket novels at home. She is a very talkative person and likes to chit-chat with neighbours, relatives and friends during her free time.

She makes friends and trusts people very easily. Doing all the housework on her own helps keep her physique toned. She also likes to dress well when she goes out. She occasionally wears chudidhars, but her favourite outfits are sarees. She has beautiful, long, straight hair, which she maintains very well.

She is fair-skinned and well-endowed. She has an elegant face and beautiful brown eyes. Even though she was around 40 years old, she looked very young for her age and chic. I have noticed men of all ages ogle at her a lot of times when we go out.

Even some of my relatives sheepishly flirt with her. But I don’t think my Mom ever notices it or takes it seriously. I had completed my junior college recently, and I was awaiting my results.  Out of the blue, we received news that my paternal grandfather, who resides in our native village, was ill.

My paternal grandmother passed away a few years ago, and hence, nobody was available to take care of my grandfather. This news reached our father in the gulf. He called up and asked my Mom and me to go and stay with him for a while till he got a bit well.

I cursed my luck as I had no-one of my age group in our village. If we go there I had nothing else to do but to sit at home and watch TV. But I had no idea what was waiting for me there.

Our family house in our native village is huge. It is situated right next to our farms, and there is a small lake behind the house. It has two floors and several rooms. Usually, one in-house servant named Mani stays along with our grandfather.

It was harvest season. So, my grandfather had employed a few labourers temporarily, and they were staying in huts along the fields. As soon as we reached, my grandfather was surprised as we did not inform him that we were coming there. He asked Mani to prepare lunch for us.

He informed my grandfather that the stock of groceries was not enough to cook lunch for all of us. My grandfather asked him to call one of the labourers in the field. They could go to buy groceries. As soon as Mani shouted out to the labourers working in the field, all of them came running.

They were wearing dirty vests and lungis. There were six of them out of which five were a bit old and skinny. One alone was tall, dark well built and muscular. His name was Khan.

As soon as he entered, his eyes lit up as he saw my mother. He saw her as if she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.  Mani asked Khan and one more labourer to buy a list of groceries.

There were a lot of rooms available. My Mom and I chose two different bedrooms on the top floor and got settled in. The next few days passed with us in the house taking care of our grandfather. My Mom tidied up the house a bit. The place was cool as there was a lake nearby.

I spent most of the time watching TV. My Mom used to join me whenever she was free. My Mom felt lonely here as the house was isolated and surrounded by fields. Had it been our home in the city, she would have neighbours to talk to and spend time with.

Eventually, I got bored watching TV. I started roaming around the house. Over the days, I noticed that Khan spent a lot of time around the house and, in particular, around my Mom. He used to find some excuse to be around her and talk to her.

Now and then, he used to come and ask my mother if she wanted anything from the shop or if she needed any help around the house. Whenever my Mom was not looking, he was ogling her body. By the way he looked at her, it was clear that my Mom’s assets had taken a toll on him.

After a few days, even my Mom warmed up to him and started talking to him freely. Once, she wanted to get some utensils from the kitchen loft. She asked Khan to help him. Khan brought a wooden stool from somewhere, and my Mom climbed on it.

The loft was so high that despite the stool, she had to stand on tip-toe to reach the utensils. The stool started shaking. Khan went to support the stool and held his hands on it. I was watching all this when I went to get water from the kitchen.

My Mom tried to reach for the utensils. Khan had a close-up view of her navel and a full view of her blouse through her saree. I was aghast to see the huge bulge in his lungi. Once the utensils were lowered, he walked away clumsily, trying to hide his hard-on.

Watching all this gave me a tingling sensation that I had never felt before. I have watched porn, masturbated, fancying porn stars and actresses. But watching someone getting aroused by my Mom’s beauty woke up a different carnal feeling inside me.

In the evenings, my Mom and I started going for walks around the lake. Khan would also stick around under the pretext of giving company or showing the place around. The cool breeze was refreshing. We would watch herds of goats and cows returning home after a day of grazing.

One evening, I asked my Mom to come for our usual walk. She said that she had to clean up the house and asked me to go with Khan. Khan was disappointed that my Mom was not coming. He said that he was tired and wanted to take a rest. I decided to go alone.

After finishing my usual walk around the lake, I returned home through the fields. It was getting a bit dark, and I could see the bright lights inside the huts along the fields. The labourers working in our fields were staying here. I thought I’d have a look around.

They were probably cooking dinner, and the aroma was mouth-watering. As I approached a bit close, I could hear them talking. I recognized Khan’s voice, and what I heard sent shudders down my spine.

Khan was saying, “I have not been getting sleep for the past few days. All I can think about is banging the landlord’s daughter-in-law. If I miss this opportunity, I will not even get to meet such a beautiful woman in my life again. I will not forgive myself.”

For this, another person said, “You have fucked most of the girls in this village and is that not enough? Can’t you control yourself? We have come here to work. Don’t get yourself or us into trouble.”

Khan replied, “You old fellows can run away if you are scared. I will fuck her somehow, even if it costs my life. If I don’t, my life does not have any further purpose.” My body started shivering, listening to all this. I quietly returned home.

I was awake all night, thinking whether Khan could actually seduce my mother. One part of my mind was convincing itself, saying that my Mom was a conservative woman and would never indulge in infidelity, least of all be seduced by a brute man like Khan.

The other part of my mind was intoxicated with arousal by what was happening around me. From the next day onwards, I stayed close to my Mom and did not let her out of my sight. I started helping her in the kitchen and with the household chores. I could prevent Khan from approaching her.

Khan was relentless. He found one reason or the other to come and keep talking to my Mom. When she was cooking, he would offer to cut vegetables for her. When she was cleaning utensils, he would bring water for her from the well. When she was washing clothes, he would help her put those clothes for drying.

I found all this very frustrating, and I felt angry. I didn’t know whether it was anger or jealousy. Late that night, when I went to sleep, there was a power cut. The fan stopped working. I was disturbed by a swarm of mosquitoes, and I woke up. I saw the time, and it was two in the morning.

I remember packing some mosquito coils when we left home. But our entire luggage was in my Mom’s room. I quietly went to my Mom’s room so that I wouldn’t disturb her sleep. As I walked to her room, I could see that the moonlight was shining inside the house, being a full moon day.

I was shocked to see that my Mom’s bedroom door was open. I went inside and found my Mom to be missing. Panic started to grip me, and I came down the stairs. I found Mani lying on the hall floor, sleeping soundly. I could see some light in the kitchen. I went there and found the kitchen back door wide open.

This door leads outside straight to the nearby lake. I walked a few paces, and I heard voices and laughter. My Mom and Khan were walking towards the house. My Mom was saying, “I did not think that the full moon’s reflection would look so beautiful this late at night.”

Khan replied, “You should have believed me when I first told you. I regularly come to this lake here for fishing. You can catch big fishes only this late in the night.” My Mom said, “Then you should teach me how to fish someday. I always wanted to learn how to fish.”

As they came near, my Mom noticed me and asked what I was doing standing outside this late at night. She started scolding me that I might catch a cold and asked me to go inside. My Mom and I then went inside the house. After a while, the power supply resumed, and I went back to sleep.

In the next few days, my grandfather started feeling better. Once he got better, he asked my Mom to cook some non-vegetarian food for him. Mani said that since harvest is approaching, a festival will be celebrated. So, the villagers are required not to have non-vegetarian food for a month.

Not wanting to disappoint my grandfather, she asked Khan to catch some fish so that she could cook it. Khan obliged and said that he would definitely catch a very big fish tonight. At around ten in the night, when we were preparing to go to bed, Khan came to our house. He asked me to call my Mom.

When I brought Mom, he asked her whether she wanted to go fishing with him. She got excited and readily agreed. I told them that I would also come with them. But my Mom shouted at me, telling me that I should get sleep. I went to my room and pretended to go to sleep.

After half an hour, I could not get any sleep as my heart was racing. I decided to go and see what was happening. I got out of my room, walked down the stairs and came out through the kitchen back door. The path outside was muddy, so I walked carefully towards the lake.

As I approached the lake I could see my Mom and Khan sitting on a rock with fishing rods in their hands and chatting. I stood behind a tree. I decided to stay there and watch to make sure nothing untoward would happen to Mom. My Mom usually kept her hair plaited.

But on that day, she did not tie it. She had let it open and free. Her hair was slowly moving with the breeze, and it was a sight to behold. After around fifteen minutes, my Mom said, “It’s been a while. Why haven’t we caught any fish yet?”

Khan said, “The fish will usually be available in the inner portion of the lake. It will take a while for them to come to the outer portion of the lake. If we want to finish fishing fast, we should go inside the lake.” My Mom said ok, and they both got down from the rock and started walking slowly inside the lake.

As they stepped into the lake, Khan said, “Careful. The water is very cold.” They approached knee-deep water and waited with their fishing lines. Half an hour passed, and still nothing happened. Khan said that they would have to move in deeper, and they slowly moved to waist-level deep water.

After ten minutes or so, my Mom said that she was feeling very cold and wanted to go home. She asked Khan to wait and catch some fish, if possible and give it to her in the morning. I felt somewhat relieved. When she turned around to come back to the shore, her legs slipped, and she fell into the water.

I mustered some courage and decided to move towards my Mom to help her. But what happened next in the next few moments made my body and mind freeze. Khan dropped his fishing rod, rushed near her, and held her in his arms. He gripped her soft body against his with his strong, manly arms.

Drenched in water and the moonlight, my Mom’s saree embossed every curve of her body. He lowered her so that she could stand on her legs but still held her close. His one hand was on her waist, and another was on her buttocks. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment.

Suddenly, Khan kissed her on her lips. My heart came to my mouth when I saw my Mom trying to push Khan away with her soft, feeble hands. But it was to no avail. Holding her face to his with one hand, he started squeezing her buttocks with another.

Even from this distance, I could see that my Mom’s resistance was fading slowly. I could understand what was happening. It’s been a long time since my father left, and my Mom was sex-starved and lonely. With one tight squeeze, she opened her mouth, and he put his tongue inside.

As he sucked her lips, he caressed her wet back. My Mom had now totally surrendered herself to him. She stopped pushing him away with her hands and instead put her arms around him. Khan must have understood that the lady had given up. He could now do whatever he wanted with her.

He pulled her even closer and crushed her breasts against his iron wall-like chest. He started removing her saree. In a matter of seconds, I could see her saree floating away in the lake. He then tried to remove her blouse but was finding it difficult to find the hooks.

Growing impatient, he gave a tug and her blouse and bra got torn simultaneously. My Mom instinctively and desperately tried to cover her assets but to no avail. He then picked her up in his arms with ease, as if she was made of a sponge.

The moonlight reflected off her milky white skin, and she was glowing. It was the first time I was seeing a woman’s boobs, and it was my mother’s. It was a glorious sight. Once he brought her to the shore, he undid her petticoat knot and placed it on the ground.

She was now completely naked except for her mangalsuthra on her neck. He laid her on the petticoat. He then removed his vest and undid his lungi. I was shocked to see his seven-inch monstrous cock standing like a steel pole. He then lowered his body and hers.

His body was so huge compared to hers that her body was barely visible beneath his. I noticed that I had a hard-on. He gave her a smooch and started sucking her lips. He violently sucked on her lips for a few minutes. When he paused, I could hear my Mom panting.

He proceeded down, kissing her neck and then started sucking on one breast while fondling the other. He kissed her navel, then held her thighs and raised her legs a bit. He then placed his mouth on her vagina lips and started sucking vigorously. My Mom started squealing in pleasure.

He sucked on her pussy and clit, and my Mom’s body twisted in ecstasy. She moaned as he inserted his tongue inside her and probed. Her entire body jerked in excitement as he sucked her pussy, and she gripped his hair with her hands. Juices oozed out of her.

I could hear the loud slurping sounds even from this distance. He sucked her like a hound relishing its meal. After a while, he spread her legs wide and placed his monstrous cock on the tip of her hole. He entered her with a hard thrust. My hands unconsciously moved to my dick, and I started stroking it.

She screamed and moaned in pleasure. Her screams encouraged him, and he clasped her hands with his and placed them above her head. He then started pounding her like a beast with long and hard thrusts. He rammed her soft pussy mercilessly as she screamed in ecstasy and pleasure.

Her moans grew louder and echoed through the area around the lake. By this time, I had lowered my pants and was stroking my dick vigorously. He then paused and got up on his knees. He then turned Mom around and made her go on all fours. He forcefully grabbed her long, straight, silky hair and twisted it.

He then plunged his cock deep into her pussy with great speed and started pounding her from behind. He was now holding Mom’s hair, wrapped it in his wrist and now had a firm grip. He was literally fucking my Mom from behind as if she was his bitch.

She screamed in enjoyment like a wild cat in heat as he ravaged her like a beast. I was now barely able to balance myself. I used my left hand to hold a tree branch and my right hand for stroking. She was giving out moans that were rhythmic with his pounding from behind.

The only sound I could hear apart from her screams were the loud chimes that her mangalsuthra made from bouncing off her chest. After around twenty minutes of screwing her, he gave her a hard final stroke and exploded inside her. He filled her insides with loads and loads of thick cum.

His body relaxed, and he then planted a kiss on her back and rolled aside. Even I had climaxed and shot my cum on the tree I was standing next to. Both of them lay there next to each other on their backs, motionless, panting for their breaths.

After a while, Khan put his hand on Mom’s chin, pulled her face close to his and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. They both then got up, hugged each other, and kissed again for a few minutes. Khan then put on his vest and lungi and left.
My Mom, on the other hand, had only her petticoat left with her.

She helplessly saw her sari and blouse floating in the lake. She then put on her petticoat and started slowly walking towards our house. I decided it was time for me to go back, and I pulled my pants up. I quickly went back to my room and slept.

My Mom must have been so exhausted from the happenings of the previous night, She got up very late in the morning the next day. Even my grandfather was surprised that breakfast was prepared very late. Everyone knew my Mom was an early riser.

But she took a bath and carried on with all the household work as if nothing was wrong. We stayed at our grandfather’s place for another two weeks. I am sure that my Mom and Khan must have fucked at least a dozen more times.

I was exposed to a new dimension of my mother, and I was sure about one thing alone. This was just the beginning.

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