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I never thought I'd be the one to write my own story, but here I am, ready to share my experience with the world.Let me introduce myself, my name is Prakash and i am a 20 years old graduate.My family consists of myself, my mother Rashmi and my father Rajesh. Me and my mother always stayed apart from dad since my childhood.While my mother and I called the bustling metropolis of Mumbai home, my father had relocated to Delhi to manage a booming liquor business he had inherited from his uncle. Despite the miles between us, my father's absence was ever-present, a reminder of the rift created by his choice to chase financial success in a world that my mother could never fully embrace. Though my father lived hundreds of miles away, his financial support allowed my mother and me to live comfortably in Mumbai. Regular phone calls and monthly visits kept the lines of communication open.My mother Rashmi is a 43-year-old homemaker. She is taller than most average indian women at 5.6. Her well-proportioned figure, marked by fuller breasts, wide hips and meaty buttocks adds to her timeless beauty.She has a fair, radiant skin.While she mostly favors traditional Indian attire, such as saris, she also embraces a more modern aesthetic with her occasional choice of jeans and kurtis. My mother embodies the balance between tradition and progress, exuding class and grace.She takes pride in her appearance, even when at home, never leaving her ears without earrings or her neck without the symbol of marriage, the mangalsutra. When dressed in a saree, she adds the finishing touch of sindoor, a traditional red powder, on her hairline, and on other occasions, she adorns her forehead with a bindi, a small decorative dot. These small details are an expression of her traditional values and her commitment to maintaining her cultural heritage.
Recently graduated with a commerce degree, I was taking some time off before starting my job search. During my free time, I spent my days playing video games, learning a spanish, and watching a ton of porn.Yes,to get rid of the boredom of sitting at home all day I used to watch porn and used to have online sex chats and jerkoff buddies on adult chat websites.One day, while me and mom were having lunch my father called and informed us that his friend Hammad, who owned a neighboring garment shop, was planning to retire and move to Mumbai. Hammad always wanted to experience Mumbai's city life and its sea shores but was unable to do so earlier due to family responsibilities. Now that his children were happily married and his wife had passed away, he was finally able to fulfill his wish.Dad asked mom if we could keep him as a tenant as we had a spare flat just next to ours.Mom agreed to it and was happy that Hammad would finally get the chance to fulfill his wish. A week after my father's call, there was a knock on our door.My mother went to answer it and was greeted by Hammad, who had come to collect the keys for the room we were renting out. Hammad was a man in his late 50s, with a distinctive gray beard and hair, standing at an average height with broad shoulders and thick, hairy arms. He was dressed in a simple white Kurta and pajama, a traditional Indian outfit.He greeted mom “hello bhabhiji I am Hammad, Rajesh informed me to ask you for the room keys of my temporary home. Mom greeted him with a smile and rushed into the bedroom to get the room keys.After a warm and polite exchange, my mother handed Hammad the keys to the room and offered to show him the way. Hammad was grateful for the gesture and followed my mother to his new temporary home. The room was located just next to ours and was fully furnished, offering Hammad a comfortable place to rest after his long journey.
The next morning Hammad uncle came to our home to have a chit chat and properly introduce himself as he couldn't talk much yesterday. Mom offered him tea and some biscuits. I was sitting on the sofa twiddling on my phone and listening to Hammad uncle and mom conversate. After a while i asked Hammad uncle what was his plan for the day and which place in mumbai was he going to visit first. Hammad uncle excitedly said that he wanted to visit the juhu beach and wanted to feel the ocean waves on his feet. He asked if i could guide him how to visit there. As I was about to tell him about that, mom interrupted and said "why don't you join uncle hammad to the beach. You can show him the beach and the surroundings and also you should get out of the house once in a while." I agreed and later that evening, I drove Hammad uncle to Juhu beach. Once we reached the beach, we both enjoyed the sights and sounds. We also ate different mumbai special snacks like bhel, vada pav, pav bhaji. Hammad uncle didn't say much as he was absorbing the city vibes. On our way back, after continuously staring out the window for a while, Hammad uncle said that he was liking the mumbai's warm climate better.He also added "beta Mumbai's street food is nice and tasty but the women are more mouth watering. Hearing the last part, coming from almost a 60 year old guy shocked me a bit. He then asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him the truth that I didn't have one. He said "Beta at your age i was fucking girls left and right. You should put yourself out there and experience the pure pleasure of woman's touch. This is the age." To which I replied that, though I was interested, I was a somewhat shy person and was working on it. Till then, to satisfy my sexual hunger, I watched porn online. Hammad uncle then expressed his wish to watch porn, but admitted that he was not very familiar with technology. I told him that it was very simple, and that he just needed to type 'sex videos' in his browser and press enter. Looking at Hammad's blank expression, I figured he didn't even know what a browser was. I reassured him that I would help him out with it. As the days went by, Uncle Hammad's visits to our home became more and more frequent. We would spend hours in engaging conversations, or sometimes just watching TV together in companionable silence.
One fine afternoon, mom was out visiting some of our relatives. I was teaching Hammad uncle how to play video games in my room when he asked me if I could teach him how to browse porn online. I thought about it and decided to show him how to access the porn on the internet. After going through various websites, I found a video of Dani Daniels being taken by two black dudes simultaneously. After a while we both were engrossed in watching the video. I was holding the phone for both of us to watch, suddenly, I noticed his hand slowly moving up and down the fabric of his pajama pants. I tried to look away, to pretend I hadn't noticed, but he began describing a graphic and intense sexual encounter. He spoke of bending over an actress, gripping her fleshy backside, and thrusting himself inside her while she moaned in pleasure. He then went on to reminisce about his wife and how her breasts were similar to the actress's when she was young, and how he used to suck on them. His words were intense and graphic, and I could feel my arousal growing. I quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't seen my state.I had engaged in online masturbation sessions with guys before, but this was the first time I was doing it in person that too with a man who is three times my age. Uncle, had been watching porn on his phone. When I suggested we connect it to our 65 inch 4k TV, his eyes widened with excitement. It was a new experience for him, and watching the two black men ejaculate onto Dani's face in 4k was an electrifying visual.Hammad Uncle casually dropped his pajamas and underwear to the floor in one swift motion, revealing his magnificent 8-inch circumcised penis. His veiny, rock hard cock was angled at an impressive 90 degrees. Though he had only a few grey pubic hairs, his manhood was a sight to behold. I couldn't believe such an incredible penis belonged to such an old man. Though I wasn't gay, I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to take him in my mouth.
Feeling emboldened by his presence, I took out my own 4-inch penis and joined him in a mutual masturbation session. We sat side-by-side on the sofa, watching porn and stroking our cocks.We were sitting so close together that I could almost smell Uncle Hammad's cologne. As we were enjoying our conversation, my phone suddenly rang, startling us both. I quickly checked the caller ID and saw that it was my mother. She never video calls me, so I was instantly filled with a sense of dread. I hastily zipped up my pants and muted the television before answering her call. As soon as I accepted the call, I realized that Uncle Hammad was still sitting beside me, wearing nothing but his kurta. On the other side of the screen, my mother appeared in a white and pink saree, her forehead glistening with sweat as the fabric clung to her body. She had apparently been shopping, as the background was filled with colourful displays and shelves of clothing. I greeted my mother with a warm hello and asked her why she was video calling. She replied, "Prakash, where is Hammad uncle? I need to speak to him urgently." As Hammad uncle was visible in the video call, I could not lie and say he wasn't there. I handed the phone to him, relieved that he was wearing a top kurta. He greeted my mother, Rashmi ji, and asked what the matter was.My mother needed an opinion from someone knowledgeable and trustworthy about the different types of saree silks and their market price, so that the shopkeeper wouldn't take advantage of her and charge extra. Knowing that Hammad uncle had owned a garment shop in Delhi for many years, she reached out to him for advice.They both chatted for a few minutes, when uncle started to touch his cock and stroke it slowly while he and mom were speaking. I was shocked to see this, but I couldn't do anything as it would make mom suspicious. I could see the tip of his cock getting wet and some of the pre cum came out. He was definitely enjoying it. After 10 mins of conversation mom thanked uncle for the suggestions and hung up.I was sitting somewhat angry, looking at Hammad uncle stroke his cock while talking to my mom. Hammad uncle said, “Let's continue with our porn, I am about to cum. I haven't had a good jerk off for a while and it's all saved up." But I was not interested anymore because he objectified my mother, and that too, in front of me. I said, "I think we have spent enough time together today, and maybe you should leave." Upon saying this, Uncle Hammad noticed the anger in my tone and understood why I was upset. He said, "Beta, I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. It's just that I was in the heat of the moment and couldn't control my urge to stroke for such a hot lady as your mother. I understand it's tough for you since she is your mother, but for me, she is a gorgeous woman who is kind-hearted and welcoming. Upon hearing this, I was taken aback; I had been harboring lustful thoughts for women who were someone else's mothers or sisters, and I can understand the idea of someone else doing the same to my own mother. I composed myself and assured Hammad that it was alright. I then showed him some pictures of my mother that I found attractive, and was surprised to see the mature man getting so excited at the sight of her.Hammad uncle zoomed on my mom’s navel and then showered all his thick cum on our sofa.He wiped off his cum from sofa using his kurta and then wore his pajama.He thanked me for introducing him to the world lf porn and let him cum for my mother. After saying this he left and I was sitting home, still horny and unsatisfied.Hammad’s showering is thick cum for my mom triggered conflicting emotions in me and raised questions about Mom's appearance.I made up my mind and tried to change my perspective. I was not going to think of Rashmi as my mom, but rather as a beautiful, sexy woman who I was lucky to have in my life. I started to rub my cock over my pants, imagining her figure and sexy voice. I took off my clothes and started to pleasure myself while looking at pictures and videos of her. This was working for me, but I had an even better idea. I rushed to the washing machine and started rummaging through the clothes, and soon enough I found my mom's used panties. I carefully brought them closer to my face and inhaled deeply. They smelled of my mother, and it was a unique scent that I had never experienced before. I was both aroused and intrigued by the scent, and my curiosity only grew as I moved the panties closer to my body. I slowly tasted the crotch area, and although it was strange, the taste was comforting.
I felt like I was in a place of exploration, and I allowed myself to enjoy the experience and embrace the taboo nature of it all.I was feeling ashamed and excited at the same time. I rushed to my bed and placed the panties on the pillow. I started to imagine my mom wearing them and it felt extremely naughty. I started to jerk off again and it felt even better this time. I came really hard and it felt like a huge relief. I felt like I had accomplished something.After that day I started to look at my mom in a different way.The thought of her having sex with someone else had a strange allure to it. I felt aroused by the idea of her with someone else, like uncle Hammad. I had never experienced anything like this before. After a single jerk off session with uncle, I began to have strange sexual fantasies, ranging from bisexuality to incest and cuckolding. Although I had never before considered myself as such,I wondered if this meant I was a cuck.
I will continue this story in next part, let me know any feedback or suggestions.
Recently graduated with a commerce degree, I was taking some time off before starting my job search. During my free time, I spent my days playing video games, learning a spanish, and watching a ton of porn.Yes,to get rid of the boredom of sitting at home all day I used to watch porn and used to have online sex chats and jerkoff buddies on adult chat websites.One day, while me and mom were having lunch my father called and informed us that his friend Hammad, who owned a neighboring garment shop, was planning to retire and move to Mumbai. Hammad always wanted to experience Mumbai's city life and its sea shores but was unable to do so earlier due to family responsibilities. Now that his children were happily married and his wife had passed away, he was finally able to fulfill his wish.Dad asked mom if we could keep him as a tenant as we had a spare flat just next to ours.Mom agreed to it and was happy that Hammad would finally get the chance to fulfill his wish. A week after my father's call, there was a knock on our door.My mother went to answer it and was greeted by Hammad, who had come to collect the keys for the room we were renting out. Hammad was a man in his late 50s, with a distinctive gray beard and hair, standing at an average height with broad shoulders and thick, hairy arms. He was dressed in a simple white Kurta and pajama, a traditional Indian outfit.He greeted mom “hello bhabhiji I am Hammad, Rajesh informed me to ask you for the room keys of my temporary home. Mom greeted him with a smile and rushed into the bedroom to get the room keys.After a warm and polite exchange, my mother handed Hammad the keys to the room and offered to show him the way. Hammad was grateful for the gesture and followed my mother to his new temporary home. The room was located just next to ours and was fully furnished, offering Hammad a comfortable place to rest after his long journey.
The next morning Hammad uncle came to our home to have a chit chat and properly introduce himself as he couldn't talk much yesterday. Mom offered him tea and some biscuits. I was sitting on the sofa twiddling on my phone and listening to Hammad uncle and mom conversate. After a while i asked Hammad uncle what was his plan for the day and which place in mumbai was he going to visit first. Hammad uncle excitedly said that he wanted to visit the juhu beach and wanted to feel the ocean waves on his feet. He asked if i could guide him how to visit there. As I was about to tell him about that, mom interrupted and said "why don't you join uncle hammad to the beach. You can show him the beach and the surroundings and also you should get out of the house once in a while." I agreed and later that evening, I drove Hammad uncle to Juhu beach. Once we reached the beach, we both enjoyed the sights and sounds. We also ate different mumbai special snacks like bhel, vada pav, pav bhaji. Hammad uncle didn't say much as he was absorbing the city vibes. On our way back, after continuously staring out the window for a while, Hammad uncle said that he was liking the mumbai's warm climate better.He also added "beta Mumbai's street food is nice and tasty but the women are more mouth watering. Hearing the last part, coming from almost a 60 year old guy shocked me a bit. He then asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him the truth that I didn't have one. He said "Beta at your age i was fucking girls left and right. You should put yourself out there and experience the pure pleasure of woman's touch. This is the age." To which I replied that, though I was interested, I was a somewhat shy person and was working on it. Till then, to satisfy my sexual hunger, I watched porn online. Hammad uncle then expressed his wish to watch porn, but admitted that he was not very familiar with technology. I told him that it was very simple, and that he just needed to type 'sex videos' in his browser and press enter. Looking at Hammad's blank expression, I figured he didn't even know what a browser was. I reassured him that I would help him out with it. As the days went by, Uncle Hammad's visits to our home became more and more frequent. We would spend hours in engaging conversations, or sometimes just watching TV together in companionable silence.
One fine afternoon, mom was out visiting some of our relatives. I was teaching Hammad uncle how to play video games in my room when he asked me if I could teach him how to browse porn online. I thought about it and decided to show him how to access the porn on the internet. After going through various websites, I found a video of Dani Daniels being taken by two black dudes simultaneously. After a while we both were engrossed in watching the video. I was holding the phone for both of us to watch, suddenly, I noticed his hand slowly moving up and down the fabric of his pajama pants. I tried to look away, to pretend I hadn't noticed, but he began describing a graphic and intense sexual encounter. He spoke of bending over an actress, gripping her fleshy backside, and thrusting himself inside her while she moaned in pleasure. He then went on to reminisce about his wife and how her breasts were similar to the actress's when she was young, and how he used to suck on them. His words were intense and graphic, and I could feel my arousal growing. I quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't seen my state.I had engaged in online masturbation sessions with guys before, but this was the first time I was doing it in person that too with a man who is three times my age. Uncle, had been watching porn on his phone. When I suggested we connect it to our 65 inch 4k TV, his eyes widened with excitement. It was a new experience for him, and watching the two black men ejaculate onto Dani's face in 4k was an electrifying visual.Hammad Uncle casually dropped his pajamas and underwear to the floor in one swift motion, revealing his magnificent 8-inch circumcised penis. His veiny, rock hard cock was angled at an impressive 90 degrees. Though he had only a few grey pubic hairs, his manhood was a sight to behold. I couldn't believe such an incredible penis belonged to such an old man. Though I wasn't gay, I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to take him in my mouth.
Feeling emboldened by his presence, I took out my own 4-inch penis and joined him in a mutual masturbation session. We sat side-by-side on the sofa, watching porn and stroking our cocks.We were sitting so close together that I could almost smell Uncle Hammad's cologne. As we were enjoying our conversation, my phone suddenly rang, startling us both. I quickly checked the caller ID and saw that it was my mother. She never video calls me, so I was instantly filled with a sense of dread. I hastily zipped up my pants and muted the television before answering her call. As soon as I accepted the call, I realized that Uncle Hammad was still sitting beside me, wearing nothing but his kurta. On the other side of the screen, my mother appeared in a white and pink saree, her forehead glistening with sweat as the fabric clung to her body. She had apparently been shopping, as the background was filled with colourful displays and shelves of clothing. I greeted my mother with a warm hello and asked her why she was video calling. She replied, "Prakash, where is Hammad uncle? I need to speak to him urgently." As Hammad uncle was visible in the video call, I could not lie and say he wasn't there. I handed the phone to him, relieved that he was wearing a top kurta. He greeted my mother, Rashmi ji, and asked what the matter was.My mother needed an opinion from someone knowledgeable and trustworthy about the different types of saree silks and their market price, so that the shopkeeper wouldn't take advantage of her and charge extra. Knowing that Hammad uncle had owned a garment shop in Delhi for many years, she reached out to him for advice.They both chatted for a few minutes, when uncle started to touch his cock and stroke it slowly while he and mom were speaking. I was shocked to see this, but I couldn't do anything as it would make mom suspicious. I could see the tip of his cock getting wet and some of the pre cum came out. He was definitely enjoying it. After 10 mins of conversation mom thanked uncle for the suggestions and hung up.I was sitting somewhat angry, looking at Hammad uncle stroke his cock while talking to my mom. Hammad uncle said, “Let's continue with our porn, I am about to cum. I haven't had a good jerk off for a while and it's all saved up." But I was not interested anymore because he objectified my mother, and that too, in front of me. I said, "I think we have spent enough time together today, and maybe you should leave." Upon saying this, Uncle Hammad noticed the anger in my tone and understood why I was upset. He said, "Beta, I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. It's just that I was in the heat of the moment and couldn't control my urge to stroke for such a hot lady as your mother. I understand it's tough for you since she is your mother, but for me, she is a gorgeous woman who is kind-hearted and welcoming. Upon hearing this, I was taken aback; I had been harboring lustful thoughts for women who were someone else's mothers or sisters, and I can understand the idea of someone else doing the same to my own mother. I composed myself and assured Hammad that it was alright. I then showed him some pictures of my mother that I found attractive, and was surprised to see the mature man getting so excited at the sight of her.Hammad uncle zoomed on my mom’s navel and then showered all his thick cum on our sofa.He wiped off his cum from sofa using his kurta and then wore his pajama.He thanked me for introducing him to the world lf porn and let him cum for my mother. After saying this he left and I was sitting home, still horny and unsatisfied.Hammad’s showering is thick cum for my mom triggered conflicting emotions in me and raised questions about Mom's appearance.I made up my mind and tried to change my perspective. I was not going to think of Rashmi as my mom, but rather as a beautiful, sexy woman who I was lucky to have in my life. I started to rub my cock over my pants, imagining her figure and sexy voice. I took off my clothes and started to pleasure myself while looking at pictures and videos of her. This was working for me, but I had an even better idea. I rushed to the washing machine and started rummaging through the clothes, and soon enough I found my mom's used panties. I carefully brought them closer to my face and inhaled deeply. They smelled of my mother, and it was a unique scent that I had never experienced before. I was both aroused and intrigued by the scent, and my curiosity only grew as I moved the panties closer to my body. I slowly tasted the crotch area, and although it was strange, the taste was comforting.
I felt like I was in a place of exploration, and I allowed myself to enjoy the experience and embrace the taboo nature of it all.I was feeling ashamed and excited at the same time. I rushed to my bed and placed the panties on the pillow. I started to imagine my mom wearing them and it felt extremely naughty. I started to jerk off again and it felt even better this time. I came really hard and it felt like a huge relief. I felt like I had accomplished something.After that day I started to look at my mom in a different way.The thought of her having sex with someone else had a strange allure to it. I felt aroused by the idea of her with someone else, like uncle Hammad. I had never experienced anything like this before. After a single jerk off session with uncle, I began to have strange sexual fantasies, ranging from bisexuality to incest and cuckolding. Although I had never before considered myself as such,I wondered if this meant I was a cuck.
I will continue this story in next part, let me know any feedback or suggestions.
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