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I've been married for the past 3 years to Neela, after a divorce of my previous
marriage which lasted for 9 years Neela a very pretty and shy girl, who used to
live in the same neighbourhood in Bombay as I. Although shy by nature, it sure
was a pleasant surprise for me to find out after marriage that she has a
never-ending appetite for sex, which ensured that we end up having it at least
10 times a week; and 2 years after marriage, we're still going great guns. But
hey.... this story isn't at all about myself and my wife, is it ?
Some months after our marriage, I sold off my house in Bombay and shifted to the
city of Pune. The only relative that we left behind in Bombay was Neela's
mother, i.e. my mother-in-law, who had been widowed 12 years ago.
And she, my friends, is the heroine of this story - Salima. Although it's not
considered polite in the Indian culture to refer to your parents-in-law by their
first names, looking at the extent to which I've got close to my mother-in-law
by now (as you're soon going to find out), you'll agree that the word TABOO
doesn't exist in my dictionary anymore.
Although I'm presently running my business from Pune, I still have to travel to
Bombay quite often for business purpose. And since my mother-in-law still lives
there (all alone), I prefer living at her house whenever I'm in Bombay, instead
of spending money on hotels. My wife is also happy to accompany me on my trips
sometimes, so that she also gets to be with her mother from time to time,
although she doesn't do that every time.
This happened (or rather, started) during one such trip to Bombay, when I was
traveling alone, and was required to remain there for 5 full days. Whenever in
Bombay, it's my regular routine to finish all business matters by 6:00 in the
evening, then to come back home, freshen up, and then to go out with some old
friends for a couple of drinks, then to get back home, take a light dinner, and
then straight to bed.
At this point, I must also tell you about another routine, which I and my wife
enjoy whenever we're together. Before going to bed at night, we both like to
take a hot shower (sometimes together), dry ourselves, which is followed by a
special ritual: My wife makes me sit on the bed, and then brings some fragrant
talcum powder (usually, lavender - the most exotic fragrance of them all). She
sprinkles it all over my naked body, and then spreads it over my body with her
loving soft hands.
She almost massages the powder into my skin, using not only the palms of her
hands, but eventually her feet and breasts, too. After this, I take over. I use
my strong and sturdy hands to give her the same powder massage, caressing and
fondling with her whole body - especially her well rounded breasts and her soft
and full ass.
Needless to say, this fondling and caressing ultimately results in such great
arousal in both of us, we end up having some fabulous sex every night. Well, I
don't know about it's benefits in terms of aromatherapy, but this sure works as
a great foreplay for the both of us.
So... back to my mother-in-law, Salima. This particular trip to Bombay was in
the summer months, when the weather there is very hot and sultry. On the very
first day, I went through my usual work-followed-by-drinks routine, and got back
to my sasuraal (in-laws' home). After having dinner with my mum-in-law (I call
her 'Mummy', since that's what my wife calls her, too), I decided to take a
shower before going to bed, since I'd been badly sweating it out throughout the
day.
I took a hot shower, intensely wishing all the while that my wife should've been
there, too. I got out of the bathroom with only a soft Turkish towel wrapped
around my waist, and stood on the doormat outside the bathroom door for drying
my feet, still fully lost in my earlier thoughts, missing my wife very dearly.
That's when my chain of thoughts was suddenly broken by the voice of Mummy, who
was standing at the bedroom door. "Missing Neela, aren't you?" she said looking
at me with a mischievous smile on her face. "Yes Mummy", I said, "I wish she'd
been here, too. She'd also have felt glad to be with her Mummy," not daring to
reveal the actual reason why I was missing her daughter at that moment.
Mummy smiled warmly, took a few paces towards me, and said, "Naughty you! You
think I don't know why you're missing her right now? I know all about the
'powder ritual' that you both enjoy in the evenings after taking a shower. Neela
has told me about it already." "And you know what?" she added after a short
pause, "Neela just loves it! It sure is a very innovative idea that you two have
come up with to enjoy your married life. Neela always tells me what wonderful
lover you are".
All this had left me blushing red in front of my mother-in-law. I'd never
imagined my shy-girl Neela to be so free with her mother to share these intimate
things. I just didn't know how to reply. "Don't feel shy, Tarun. Most mothers
are always anxious about their daughters' sex lives after marriage, whether
they're leading a satisfied one or not.
And I feel myself a very, very happy mother today, to know that my daughter is
so happily married to a fine and handsome young man like you". She was by now
standing next to me, patting me on the back of my shoulder affectionately. Then
she let her hand rest on my shoulder, gripped it slightly, and said, "Come. Sit
there on the bed. I'll put powder on you today. You will sleep feeling more
refreshed".
I sure loved the idea, so I followed her to the bed. She gently pushed at my
shoulders and made me sit down on the bed. I still had only my towel wrapped
around my waist, which I adjusted properly, and sat on the bed with my back to
her. First, I felt a generous amount of cool talc being sprinkled onto my
shoulders.
And then I felt Mummy's hands spreading them, very gently, all over the top and
back side of my shoulders. Mummy's hands, just like Neela's, were quite soft and
supple, but much firmer. The same can also be said about her whole body, as a
matter of fact. Even at 48, she possesses a body that could put any 30-something
woman to shame.
She has maintained not only her voluptuous frame, but also all her curves, which
are in the very right places. In fact, in my college days, when I had just
started courting Neela, the mother-daughter pair used to take an evening walk
together everyday. Anyone who didn't know them could have been forgiven for
mistaking them for 2 sisters walking together, one elder than the other by just
a couple of years.
Mummy continued with her gentle powdering and chatting about trivial things
in-between.. I have enough hair on my chest to be called hairy, but my back and
shoulders are as smooth and hairless as a silk saree. Therefore, I could feel
the whole surface of Mummy's palms caressing my skin, moving in wide circular
motions.
When the powder was well spread over my back, she kept the container away, and
started a semi-massage on my skin. The caressing got a little firmer, and I
could feel the strength in her hands now. Being from the older generation, and
hence being used to doing a lot of physical work in the past, Mummy sure was a
strong lady.
She now shifted her attention to the top of my shoulder, and started working on
them like a professional masseuse. With her exceptionally sturdy hands, she was
pressing, kneading, rubbing and squeezing my shoulder muscles, and man, I loved
the feeling! It was such a soothing sensation, I was feeling more and more
relaxed with her every stroke.
She rubbed the whole of my back in this manner for about 2 minutes, and then
asked me to fold my hands above my head, with my crossed palms resting behind
the neck, so that she could powder my underarms and the sides of my chest.
There, she continued for another couple of minutes, and in such a gentle yet
firm way, I was feeling like I was in heaven.
Then I sensed her pouring some more talc in the palms of her hands, rubbing them
together, and the next thing I knew, she had taken me in a half embrace from
behind, with her powder-smeared hands moving over my chest.
She was now caressing my breasts, moving her slender fingers through the thick
hair on my chest, just like her daughter loved doing every night, massaging the
powder into my chest skin. I could feel both her breasts pressed against my
back, and even through the saree and the blouse she was wearing, I could feel
their tender softness.
By now, I was feeling a little excited myself, half because of the erotic
memories involving my wife being brought back to me by this ongoing ritual, and
half because of the things my wife's mother was doing to me at that very moment.
And to tell you the truth, I didn't feel guilty at all about getting excited by
my own mum-in-law's groping hands. On the other hand, I secretly longed for her
to embrace me even tighter, so that I could feel the full softness of her
breasts against my back.
I must admit here that even though Mummy was my mother-in-law, I had often
fantasized about her back in my younger years. Her breasts had always been much
larger than her daughter's, and although it was her daughter that I used to
flirt with out in the open, it was the mother with that enviable cleavage and a
perfectly round ass, who filled my teenage fantasies in those days. I had often
dream of sleeping like a baby with my head in Salima Aunty's lap, sucking on her
melon boobs.
It was just a couple of minutes before my earlier secret wish became a reality.
She held me even tighter from behind, and her hands were now not simply rubbing,
but fondling my breasts. She was trying to grab as much of the flesh in her
hands as she could, and was giving it a firm squeeze. I also heard her breathing
get a little heavier as she did this. She continued this for another 2 minutes,
and then stopped abruptly.
She must be getting some more powder," I thought. Well, I was right. However, it
took her a little more time to do that than it should have. But I didn't bother
to turn back to see what she was doing, and waited for her to continue, when she
hugged me from behind once again.
But this time, there was something different in her embrace. It was not only its
tightness that was different and more intense, but also what I was now feeling
against my back. I could feel her breasts pressed tightly against my back, but
only this time, they were BARE. It seems, within that short pause, she had
pulled down the pallu of her saree and taken off her blouse before returning to
massage my chest again.
Well, I wasn't so sure whether that really was the case, but I didn't dare to
turn back to check. All the same, I could feel the bare skin of her breasts
fully pressed into my back, her hard nipples brushing slowly against it with her
every movement, while she continued squeezing and fondling my breasts from
behind like mad.
Her squeezing had got a little harder now, and was hurting me a little. She was
now also playing with my nipples, twisting them with her fingertips and pinching
them gently. Her breathing was now even heavier, and I could feel her hot
breaths down my neck and near my ears. , this was driving me crazy! This went on
for another 2-3 minutes, after which she stopped abruptly once again. "
Tarun," she now said in a soft - almost seductive - voice, "Why don't you lie
down on your chest, so that I can also do your feet and calves?" By now, I was
so very overwhelmed by the way Mummy was 'manhandling' me, I was ready to do
whatever she wanted me to do. And I did just what she'd asked me to do. I lay
down on my chest letting my body loose on the bed and spreading both my arms
sideways. I rest my head on the right side with my eyes closed, never once
daring to look backward.
I could feel Mummy rubbing powder on my feet now, and slowly, she started moving
up my legs. She caressed the whole length of my calves, right down to my heels,
with the same gentleness with which she had massaged my shoulders. When she had
thoroughly powdered both my legs (below the calves), she suggested something
that made me jump. "
You can remove that towel now, so that I can massage your thighs," she said,
waiting for me to respond. But I didn't. "You've walked quite a lot for the
whole day, haven't you? Your leg muscles must be paining. Let me soothe them out
for you." Well, true that I'd done a lot of walking during the day, and true
that my leg muscles could do with a light massage.
But at the hands of my mother-in law? Surprisingly, I saw nothing wrong with it.
But still, I felt hesitant to remove the towel, the only piece of garment I had
on at that time, and expose my butts to my mother-in-law.
"Come on, don't behave like a school boy," she said, her voice almost a whisper
now. "You know I'm so much older than you. And besides, you're lying face down
anyway. So I can't see your 'that' thing, you know" she added giggling. Well, it
sure sounded like a convincing argument to me, so I just pushed my ass upward,
pulled the towel from under my body, but didn't remove it fully. I just let it
lie loosely sprawled over my hips.
My excitement was growing with each moment, so I really had to struggle, keeping
both my legs pressed together, in order to keep my half erection hidden from
Mummy's view. I now felt Mummy's soft hands working over the back of my thighs,
with the same gentleness, which later gave way to some powerful squeezing and
kneading.
She stopped briefly to take some more powder, and the next thing I knew, she had
slid her hands under the towel lying loosely over my butt, and was now gently
caressing my ass with those heavenly hands. She then removed the towel and threw
it away, baring my whole backside to her view. She treated my butt meat in the
same manner as she had done with the rest of my body, and now I'm running short
of words to describe exactly how I was feeling at that time.
I could feel my organ tighten under my body and pressing hard into the soft
mattress, struggling to achieve full length. When she had given my hips a
thorough massage, I could feel blood and adrenaline rushing through not only my
ass, but my whole body like an overflowing river. That's when I heard her say in
a low, but stern voice, "
Time to turn around now, dear Tarun." I couldn't believe my ears. "What?" I
asked, quite shocked by the idea of baring my naked front to her. "You heard me.
Turn around!" she said. "You DO want your facial massage in the usual way, don't
you? You think Neela hasn't told me about that?"
This was just too much. Was Neela really sharing all our secrets with her
mother? ALL of them? I shivered at the thought. "Now stop acting so shy, and
turn around my dear son-in-law," she said in a more gentle and mocking tone,
which sounded more like a challenge to me.
While saying this, she slid her right hand over my right thigh and tucked it
underneath, while her left hand found its way below my right arm. She tugged at
my body with a little force, and now I had no choice but to oblige. I turned
slowly, trying in vain to hide my cock between my legs, which had now receded
back to its half-erect position due to the anxiety of the moment. It was only
when I was finally lying on my back that I dared to open my eyes and face
Mummy for the first time, who was sitting right next to me on the bed. Yes, I'd
been right all this time. She was actually sitting there topless, with the pallu
of her saree hanging down from her waist, and her blouse nowhere to be seen. She
sure was a great sight to behold. I just couldn't take my eyes off her breasts.
They were so astonishingly firm and large, it would be hard to believe that they
belonged to an almost 50 years old woman. Her nipples were dark and large, and
standing fully hard. I just kept staring at those enormous globes of tender
flesh for a few minutes before I realized what I was doing, and then turned my
gaze towards her face.
Mummy was staring down at my body with the same affection which she always had
in her eyes. But this time, there was an additional twinkle in her eyes, which I
know from experience, is something seen in the eyes of only a hungry woman, who
is soon going to have that hunger fulfilled. "Just what I'd thought," she said,
smiling at me warmly. "
What? What do you mean?" I asked. "You were having a half erection while I was
massaging you, weren't you?" she asked in a teasing voice. There was no point in
lying now, since she seemed to have noticed my penis still standing half erect.
So I said, "Well Mummy, I sure felt excited by the way you were massaging me." "
You really are a very fine young man," she said, moving her gaze down my body
and fixing it on my penis once again. "And I am so glad for my daughter that she
has YOU to give her the pleasures of womanhood," and with this, she slid her
hand down my chest, over my tummy, directly to my cock. This sent thousands of
butterflies fluttering inside my body.
She briefly curled her fingers through my pubic hair, tugging at a few strands,
and within a moment, she had grabbed my cock in her right hand. I could feel the
organ zoom back to full erection in an instant, right inside her fist.
Mummy smiled at me again, and started stroking my cock gently, and I could feel
every single drop of blood throbbing inside there as it passed through. Mummy
picked up the powder can again, took 2 handfuls of the powder and applied it
right on my cock, now using both her hands to cover its full length.
She started slowly moving both fists up and down, while keeping her grip firm on
my cock. She spread the powder all over the cock, and also over my balls, and my
whole pubic area was now bathed in fragrant white powder. She stopped again
after a few minutes and said, "Time for your facial massage. Don't you want to
sit up now?" She sure knew everything that my wife and I did inside our bedroom.
I sat up from my lying position, sat upright on the bed facing her.
Mummy sprinkled some more powder, but this time, over her own breasts. She
spread the powder evenly over them, and then stood with her knees on the bed,
right before me. We looked longingly into each other's eyes for a few moments,
and then she pulled me towards her with her hands behind my neck, so that my
face dug into her cleavage. She held my face in the palms of her hands, and then
started rubbing both her breasts on my face, just the way my wife does every
time, too.
She kept smothering my face between her massive boobs, barely letting me breathe
properly. Yes, that's the way I like getting my face massaged by a woman, dear
folks! And there just can not be any better way than that, I can bet. Mummy's
breasts were so damn tender, so very full and yet, so amazingly firm, even
Neela's breasts don't feel so nice against my face. With Mummy treating me to
this massage, my face was fully submerged in an ocean of meat, and ohhhh I'd
have sunk there to death most happily.
After my face was fully smeared with the powder transferred over from her
breasts, Mummy stopped and pulled a little away from me. She again held my face
like a mother holding the face of her own beloved child... very, very lovingly.
Then, I saw her face coming down on mine, slowly but longingly. At this moment,
I just couldn't control myself. All this time, I had been playing an absolutely
passive role in the whole episode, not daring to do what I felt like doing so
badly.
But from here on, I decided to play the man and to return all those pleasures to
Mummy, which she had been giving me all this while. With that, I grabbed her
face with both hands, pulled her towards me, and planted my lips onto hers. We
kissed deeply for ages, first only lip-to-lip, but later with our tongues
darting into each other's mouths to lick and suck at everything possible.
I can swear over my 29 years of life that I'd never received such hot and wet
kisses from ANY woman before that. Mummy was so full of passion, it was hard for
someone like me, about half her age, to keep pace with her fiery smooching. She
fully stunned me with her mastery over the art of kissing during those 15
minutes that we kissed, showing me just what tongues and lips are meant to be
used for.
We again sat on our knees facing each other, looking into each other's eyes with
such love, such passion, and such eagerness, as if we had been lovers for ages
past, but separated for some time. Then we kissed again. With more fire oozing
out of every smooch and getting wilder and crazier with every passing minute.
We must have thus kissed for another 10 minutes at least, before pulling away.
Then, not taking her eyes off me, Mummy picked up the powder container again,
and handed it over to me. "You know what I want you to do now", she said,
smiling slyly again. I didn't need any more instructions. I sprinkled some
powder in my left palm, rubbed it over the right one to distribute it evenly,
and then with those palms covered with powder, I grabbed Mummy's breasts.
First, I held them gently, caressing them slowly. I could feel her thick nipples
harden again beneath my hands, and that was enough to drive me crazy once again.
I started pumping Mummy's breasts with whatever force I had in my hands, not
caring that it might hurt her. But her breasts were so large in their girth,
they just wouldn't fit in my full palm, however wide I stretched. I was
grabbing, fondling, crushing and playing with her massive boobies like mad, not
caring to be gentle anymore.
Mummy was moaning loudly with my every squeeze, from either pain or pleasure.
But whatever it was, I can bet that she was enjoying it thoroughly. For as I did
this, she clenched the hair on the back of my head and started grunting "Ohhhh...Tarun!
TARUN! You're so strong! You're such a strong young man! Squeeze me! Squeeze my
boobs harder. I want to feel a real man like you enjoying my boobs. Squeeze!
Squeeze! Aaaaaaahh!" I not only fulfilled her wish by squeezing, harder, but
later also by licking (almost eating out) her breasts.
The way I was molesting her breasts, one would've thought that it was the first
time ever that I was setting my hands on a woman's melons. All this time, Mummy
kept showering me with her wet and wild kisses, of which she seemed to have an
unlimited supply. Mummy had not had any opportunity to have sex for the past
20-odd years, so she was apparently making up for all those missed pleasures
today.
"Well, it's been routine stuff for you until now," she said finally, "But now
I'm gonna give you what you've been pining for all these years, but my shy
little daughter has always been reluctant about." Not that I was fully clueless.
But I wasn't quite sure of what exactly she meant, so I waited for the
explanation to come from Mummy's own mouth.
She indeed used her mouth to answer my curiosity, but not by way of words...by
way of action. Mummy went down on me again, groping my body all the way down to
my cock, and before I knew, I saw it disappear inside her mouth. My God! She was
giving me the ORAL! Yes, that's the truth. Although I have shared lots of
wonderful sex with Neela, she has never given in to my numerous suggestions of
having oral sex.
She doesn't mind me eating her pussy, which I relish more than any cuisine on
the face of the earth. But she always flatly refuses to suck me. Due to this
reason, I'd been missing the pleasures of having my cock sucked by a woman for
all these years. But now, Mummy was there like a God-sent angel, ready to
fulfill all my unfulfilled wishes.
It was the first time ever that I got to feel my hard cock taken in by the soft
and tender mouth of a woman. The sensation was far more superior and ecstatic
than any other thing I had experienced in my life. The way Mummy moved her mouth
up and down along my shaft, the way she sucked on it, the way she fondled and
played with my balls, the way she kept nibbling at my cock teasingly, the way
she kept jerking it,
And ultimately, the way she brought me to one of my most tremendous
ejaculations...everything was simply out of this world. It took me right into
heaven. Even after I had cum and felt myself fully spent, she seemed to be in no
mood to stop. She just kept sucking me, sucking hard, to bring out even the last
tiny drop of my cum.
I finally collapsed in the bed in a state of daze. Mummy moved up again towards
my mouth, and gave me such loving kisses all over my face, I couldn't help
hugging her tightly again, and reciprocating to them with the same passion. She
then lay in my arms, and we spent some speechless minutes cherishing those
blissful moments we had just spent with each other.
After a few minutes, Mummy again went down on me and within seconds, she had
once again 'erected' my once-spent cock back to a full hard-on using her expert
hands. I'm telling you folks, she is a true magician with a man's cock. Needless
to say that we engaged in a few more minutes of fiery sex before collapsing in
each other's arms once again.
What was remarkable was that we had both shed all our inhibitions, not caring a
damn about our familial relationship and the rules of the society. All we knew
was that we were perfectly comfortable with whatever we had done with each
other, and had no regrets about it. And heck! Why should one regret doing
something one has derived such divine pleasure from?
This was the start of our (what the rest of the world might label as incestuous)
relationship. Goes without saying that my whole stay in Bombay was the most
memorable. We lived those days just like a newly wed couple, curious about
everything related to sex and each other's bodies, quite adventurous about
trying out new things, and always hungry for more.
Mummy never refused to fulfill any of my wishes, and the number of positions we
experimented within those 5 days must have far surpassed those described in the
Kama Sutra. After wild sex each night, we used to fall asleep in each other's
arms, only to feel myself being woken up in the middle of the night by Mummy's
groping hands (and/or mouth) to pick up where we had last left off.
Our relationship continues even today. In fact, I nowadays try to ensure that I
get to travel alone to Bombay, without my wife accompanying me. But I can't keep
preventing her from coming along forever. There will surely come a time when I
will HAVE TO take my wife along, too. But...am I complaining? No way! Because I
already have plans drawn out for what I'd like to do at that time.
You guessed it right, friends. I'm going to have the mother and the daughter
together - in the same bed. That's my next fantasy in life, which I'm dying to
see come true pretty soon. And guess what? Mummy has already agreed to it. I
once made the suggestion to Mummy - very, very hesitantly. But like always,
Mummy astounded me by giving the most enthusiastic response. With her consent, I
don't think it's going to be very difficult to convince Neela for the threesome,
since as per our plans, it's her own mother who's going to seduce her into
joining us in bed. With a wife like Neela and a mother-in-law like Salima, I've
already had ample luck in my life. But I still need some more of it. Ladies in
Mumbai willing for a Discreet & a Confidential Relationship can mail me i am 43
years.
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