Erotica Story of Gita

[RajuWalvan]

Update 24

It was late, and the house was wrapped in deep silence. I intended to lay in bed, exhausted after the long day. I went to our bedroom and my husband was sound asleep and as I climbed onto the bed and tried to wake him, he didn’t move at all and just continued to sleep. I undressed, climbed into bed, turned off the light, and was asleep within minutes. Sometime later, I thought I was dreaming when I felt my pussy being fingered. When I opened my eyes in the darkness, I realized I wasn’t dreaming, and my husband must have awoken for some midnight sex. I continued to lay on my side letting him finger me to wetness. He pushed his fingers in and out of me for a few minutes and it felt amazing as my pussy was getting wetter with every passing minute. With one hand he was fingering me, and with the other, rubbing my ass. The sensation was so good, I could feel my body building up to an orgasm. After a few more minutes, my husband was fucking me with his fingers, when I could no longer hold it and said, “I’m going to cum…fuck me as I cum!” As I started to cum, I felt the head of the cock push up against my pussy, then with one long thrust into me, a small, unfamiliar cock buried into my pussy, filling it with incredible pressure. I knew it wasn’t my husband’s cock and although my first instinct was to pull away, the cock inside of me felt so incredible and at that moment, I honestly felt incredibly sexy, dirty, and wanted to get fucked, incredible feeling cock. As I am still orgasming, I said, “now fuck me with that cock until I cum on it!” This cock started fucking the shit out of me. It was small, fat, and I could feel the head of it inside my now, soaking wet pussy. That cock was fucking me so hard, and after he fucked me for a while from behind, he rolled us over onto my stomach, and pushed in as deep as I could take it. I immediately gasped as I saw Mohan on top of me. The sensation was different, and I knew I would cum in minutes in this position. He continued to bury his cock deep into me. I could feel his heavy balls on my closed legs as he pushed his cock into me. After a few more minutes, my body tensed up and I said quietly, I’m going to cum…fuuuuccckkk…oh god….I’m cumming on that cock. My orgasm was unbelievable and with the incredible pleasure of his cock fucking me, my entire body tensed up and his breathing started to increase in my ear as he whispered "I’m Bablu, Massi..."

My heart melted instantly. My son has to take his cousins name just to help him out. I could have refused, could have shouted — but I didn’t.
I stayed completely still, understanding what he needed: permission without words.

Slowly, He found my nipple on his own, the warmth of his mouth settling around it. His suckling was a little clumsy at first, hurtful and quick, but soon it softened into a slow, rhythmic pull. The feeling made my heart ache sweetly. I could feel how much he needed this closeness, the comfort, the secret love.

As I lie there in total shock at what just happened, I gently reach over to check if my husband is still there. He was still there and was softly snoring as he continued to sleep. I continued to remain still and replayed what just happened in my head. I was so happy and relaxed from the incredible fucking I just got. As my body was still tingling from the incredible sex, I reflected on my fantasy of taking Mohan’s cock. Well, I can’t wait to tell Manisha when she wakes up in the morning, it happened. As I closed my eyes and relived the event, I fell asleep only to be woken in the morning by my husband. As he gently tapped me on the shoulder to wake up, I opened my eyes looking right at him.

 

[dubukh]

WOW... Meena is a Genius and she just predicted what was about to happen to Gita and here it is already done. Mohan has already mounted Gita, saying it is Bablu fucking her. Now Gita also got the same experience of Meena. Now Gita is going to share this experience to Manisha as well. Exciting times ahead, please continue bro

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 25

The morning light spilled gently into the kitchen as I folded the edge of my saree and stirred the pot on the stove. My mind was still half-lost in the memory of the night before — the quiet surprise of Mohan creeping close, whispering in my ear, pretending to be Bablu. I hadn’t expected it, but I hadn’t stopped him either. Something in his voice, in the way he pressed close, made me understand that he needed me just then — in his own quiet way.

Manisha was already outside by the back door, plucking curry leaves from the stem into a steel bowl. She looked calm, completely at ease.

“Manisha,” I called gently, stepping closer.

She looked up and smiled. “You’re glowing this morning.”

I gave a small laugh. “I need to tell you something… strange happened last night.”

She arched an eyebrow, curious. “Strange? What did Bablu do now?”

“It wasn’t Bablu.” I hesitated, glancing down at my hands. “It was Mohan.”

She blinked. “Mohan?”

I nodded slowly. “He came to my bed… when I was half asleep. Slipped in quietly and pressed close to me. Then he leaned in and whispered… ‘I’m Bablu, Massi.’”

Manisha stared at me for a moment, then let out a soft laugh. “He didn’t.”

“He did,” I said, smiling. “And I didn’t stop him. I didn’t even move — I was almost naked in my night blouse and petticoat, and I didn’t want to embarrass him. He had sex with me like he’d done it a hundred times before…, not like a teen sneaking, but like he wanted to please me.”

Manisha let out another laugh, but this time it was more tender than teasing. “That boy. He’s clever. Knows what he does and how to do it.”

“It wasn’t even about the orgasm, I think,” I said. “He just… wanted to be close. To feel my inside.”

Manisha wiped her hands and stood. “Now I need to talk to this little one myself.”

I followed her into the front room where Mohan was sitting quietly.

Manisha crouched down next to him. “Hey Mohan,” she said lightly. “Did you sleep well last night?”

He looked up, a little suspicious. “Yes…”

“Did you dream anything?” she asked playfully.

He looked away, cheeks faintly pink. “No.”

She smiled. “Because your Mother told me someone pleased her in night…”

Mohan’s eyes paused on her chest. He didn’t deny it.

“I just couldn’t sleep,” he said softly. “I wanted to feel her. Like how bablu enjoys.”

Manisha reached out and brushed his hair gently. “You want sex, don’t you?”

He nodded.

“You can always come to me, Mohan,” she said. “Just like you did. I love you… maybe even more that you know how to please a mature women.”

He smiled a little, eyes still lowered.

I stood by the door, my heart full. Watching them, I realized how many small ways love finds to speak — not always in words, sometimes just in a quiet sex.

Manisha looked at Mohan thoughtfully for a moment. Then she smiled and reached out her hand. “Come with me, Mohan,” she said gently. “Let Gita take care of Bablu today.”

He looked up at her, unsure. “Why?”

Manisha leaned closer, her voice low and warm. “Because sometimes, Massi needs her own space too. And I think I could use someone who understands little tricks like yours.”

He gave a small grin, slowly placing his hand in hers. “Will you let me… like she does?”

Manisha gave him a soft look, brushing a hand over his cheek. “Let’s find out, hmm?”

She glanced at me and gave a small nod. I understood. With her guiding Mohan gently away, I turned and found Bablu already watching from the hallway, patient and waiting.

I opened my arms. He came running, as if it was all meant to be.

As Manisha led Mohan down the veranda, I heard her teasing voice. “You know, I’ve pleased more boys than your Mother ever has. Let’s see if you’re as good as you pretend to be.”

Mohan laughed shyly. “I can be better.”

And just like that, the morning split into two soft worlds—one where I took care of Bablu in quiet comfort, and the other where Manisha, ever confident, opened herself to Mohan’s quiet longing.

Manisha led him to his small room, where she asked him to play with her breasts for some time. Meanwhile Bablu was ready for his first session of the day. He had become more confident and seasoned in fucking me from back. I gathered my saree and held it in one hand while resting my other hand on my bedroom window to peek to keep eye on my husband.
Manisha on the other hand wanted to give a good sucking to Mohan. She hurriedly pulled his shorts down and took his small cock in her mouth. Before she could run her mouth up and down. Mohan held her head in one hand and started humping her mouth. I could hear her moaning from my room.
Behind me my wet vagina couldn't provide any traction to Bablus penis. So I decided to suck his penis. I started by licking his balls sending shivers down his spine. "You suck like my mom", he murmured. I was shocked, pulling his balls out of mouth I asked, "Did Radha gave you blowjob". He pushed his penis between my lips, "I asked her to let me have sex, she instead sucked my penis and asked me not to tell anyone". I was shocked, this was the instance she was talking about. He came in my mouth with full force, I could feel him unloading on my throat. " You should never trouble Radha, even when you go back." I gathered my underwear from ground, "If I hear anything from her, our lovemaking will stop". He nodded shyly. As I looked out, I saw Manisha standing with my husband in veranda, She had already pleased Mohan and I could see a trail of dry cum from this distance.
I was hoping she doesn't end up having sex with him again. But, he started fondling her breasts and with one pull he was kissing her. I was angry, Manisha was letting him have his way, it seemed she wanted to.
And my husband without realizing was kissing the same lips that were on his sons penis few moments ago.
I have to do something, or I will loose my husband. As Manisha turned to go her home, he slapped her butt playfully. It was the last nail. I need to talk to Manisha and confront her.

 

[dubukh]

Wow. More mysteries got answers. Bablu has tried fucking Radha and she gave him blowjob as a result to pacify him. But there is one solution. Mohan can mount his aunt Radha and later on Bablu can mount her saying it's Mohan who is fucking her, just like earlier Mohan used Bablu name during his wonderful fucking session with Gita. By this way Radha can also enjoy Bablu without having any guilt in her mind and some young cock in her eager cunt

But it's wonderful to see Manisha have open access to both Mohan and his father's cock as well. But Gita is getting jealous is beyond me. She needs Manisha help to fuck Bablu, but don't want to share his husband's cock with her. She is fucking few cocks behind husband's back, but she doesn't want him to fuck some cunt for himself on her back? Why such strange behaviour by Gita?

Let's hope common sense wins and Gita gets to accept whatever is happening around her. Please continue this amazingly wonderful story bro