My slumber broke quite late the next morning, about 10:00 AM. Surprisingly, when I woke up, I was sleeping on the carpet next to our empty sofa. There was no one to be found. I was covered in a thin blanket but when I peered inside, I knew I was naked. I put my hand inside and touched my limp cock which seemed quite sore from all the masturbations and the hand-jobs last night, and there was dried up cum on my pubic hairs, my inner thighs and over my scrotum. My thoughts drifted back to last night’s wild sexcapades which started with a leisurely card game and then gradually escalated to a full-blown orgy. I recalled the illicitly tight French-maid’s outfit that my sweet homely innocent mother was forced to wear by this perverted old dominator Uncle Shyam. I remembered how conservative my mom was only about a few months ago and how she had transformed into this slutty MILF, having sex with almost anyone and everyone who came in contact with her – from low-class perverts to African Negros! I thought about how Uncle Shyam had been such an instigator and forced her into the depths of perversion that none of us knew she could be capable of!

I slowly got up from the bed, wrapping the blanket around my waist and making my way to the bathroom. When I reached the bathroom, I noticed to my surprise that there was light coming from inside and yet the door was open. So I pushed it a little bit, causing the door to open up halfway. As soon as my eyes fell in contact with what was inside, I immediately felt horny again and my sore limp cock suddenly rose to attention. My heart skipped a few beats as I saw my sweet homely mother naked under the shower! Even though I’ve seen this scene at least half a hundred times by now, it never ceased to make me horny. Her back was towards the door, which gave me an uninhibited view of her backside. She was applying soap on her naked back. The combination of water and soapy lather dripping down her silky dark hair onto her fleshy, spotless fair backside and then gradually making their way down over her round globular ass-cheeks was a sight to behold! Soon, my mom bent down a little bit and started applying soap over her creamy fleshy thighs and legs. As a result, her massive ass appeared to stick out even more lewdly as water continuously tumbled down over them.

I was again losing my control. My hands automatically reached down inside the blanket and I started slowly caressing my hard member. The guilt of watching my mom in such an exposed state had been driven out of my mind months earlier when this whole thing started. Now, I was just a lust-filled incest cuckold who loved to watch my mother naked and being fucked by random low-class strangers!

I opened the door a little bit more and the creaking sound suddenly caused my mom to turn around and she saw me staring at her naked body, with my hand inside my blanket. She immediately covered herself with a nearby towel and yelled, "Get out of here!". Shocked and startled, I ran out of there, closing the door behind me, my hand still stuck in my blanket and hovering over my penis. I thought I would feel ashamed, but I didn’t. I felt excited. I sat on the sofa, waiting for her to come to the living room and give me a long drawn scolding. But as I was waiting, I realized that everything was out in the open now. Last night’s incident had cleared up a lot of the smoke. My mom knew I loved watching her getting fucked and I even jacked off to it! The cat was out of the bag.

My mom was wearing a modest full-sleeved purple-colored silk nighty when she came and sat beside me. Although the nighty covered her entire body, including her fat creamy delicate arms, it had an irrefutably low neckline thru which I could see most of her luscious firm breasts completely. She was sitting at an arm’s length from me and was watching where my eyes were. She was suspicious of me now, I realized. Although I was looking down in a pretense of shame, my eyes were constantly roaming about – sometimes stealing a few glances of her inviting cleavage and at other times, her shapely legs as they hugged the material of the nighty owing to her wet appearance.

Suddenly she started asking questions. "What happened last night as not right.", she said with a heavy voice, “Tor Papa jante parle amae bari theke ber kore debe.” (If your Papa finds out, then he will throw me out of the house.”)

"I won’t tell Papa.", I assured her.

"I know your won’t tell him. I understood that you got really excited while seeing that last night.", she said. I looked at her with a slightly surprised look. My mom smiled, "Even my older brother Bapi was like you.". I wasn’t surprised. Even Uncle Bapi told me that when we were at their house. "Like you, he used to watch me while hiding as well. But, believe me, I didn’t start this whole thing intentionally."

"I know, mom.", I told her.

"No, you don’t know the whole story. You know that after you were born, me and you Dad’s physical relationship almost completely ended. He just wanted a son who could look after his business after he was old and frailing. For him, his business is everything. And, on top of that, he’s incapable of holding on longer. On the eve of our marriage even he wasn’t able to satisfy my sexual desires.", she was almost about to cry, so I started rubbing her shoulder consolingly, "He’s out of town almost 365 days a year because of his business. He comes home only about 2-3 times every year and even then, he only makes love to me about once a week on those days. For almost 20 years, I have been hiding my physical hunger and thirst. But this Shyam Babu has brought out those hidden desires ten-fold. Please forgive me, sweetheart! I’m your guilty-party. I know that watching your mom in that state is traumatic for nearly every son." She had started crying now and so I wanted her to console her even more.

“Chinta koro na, ma. Ami onno cheleder moton na. Ami bujhi je tomar sharirik chahida ache. Bishwash koro, byakti-gata-bhābē amar tate kono apotti nei. Aar ebar tumi jehutu jenei gecho je ami tomae dekhte pochondo kori, tahle amio aar andhakare thakte chai na!” (Don’t worry, mother. I’m not like other sons. I understand that you have your own physical needs. Trust me, personally, I have no problems with it. And now that you know that I like watching you, then I trust that you will not keep me in the dark anymore!”)

Now it was my mom’s turn to get shocked. “Kisob bolchis sona?! Tui tor ma ke erom bhabe roj raat e dhorshito hote dekhte parbi?” (What are you saying, dear?! You want to watch your mom get raped every night?”)

"Why raped? You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit."

My sweet homely, conflicted mature mother didn’t respond. Instead, she just hung her head low in shame.

"Don’t feel embarrassed, mother. I know that you want to stay loyal to father, but you have to take care of your physical needs and that even you have admitted to. I have no problems with it." While answering her i was watching her keenly. She was so provocative!

"You’re saying that if your mother brings strange men to the house every night and we end up doing something, then you have no problem with it?", she asked while looking at me intently. I noticed that my mom was intentionally trying to avoid any taboo words. It was a cute attempt on her part and I enjoyed the fact that she was trying to stick to her values even now.

“Apotti keno thakbe? Ami ekhon boro hoyechi. Shob bujhi. Please, tumi amar jonno nijeke atke rekho na.” (Why would I have a problem? I’m grown up now. I understand everything. Please, don’t stop yourself because of me.”)

"But your Dad…?", she asked timidly.

"Don’t worry. We’ll decide what to do when father comes back. For now, do what you want. Don’t worry about me. Besides, I’ve already told you that I’m not saying anything to Papa." My mom shook her head and internally smiled. Somewhere, deep inside, I think she was relieved that I was on her side. "Okay, it’s getting late. Please, can I have some lunch?"

My mom was more than happy to and she quickly went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. I was happy and relieved too, now that everything was out in the open. So that meant that even if I caught my mom off-guard, I wouldn’t have to act shocked or surprised or guilty. And even my mom could act more freely in front of me now and take more liberties with her many admirers. I decided to refrain from telling her about the cameras rigged throughout the house since I felt that it would be too much information for one day. Besides, I wasn’t prepared for what to do if she asked me to take them out. Of course, Uncle Shyam would’ve been a factor. I’m sure he wouldn’t have let my mom force me to take them out. Anyways, a whole new set of adventures were going to start soon enough, in my family!

After that discussion with my sweet homely innocent mother, I noticed that she had oddly become more comfortable about what she wears around the house. Earlier she used to always wear modest nightgowns and sarees in the house, but now she was beginning to wear bolder clothes like sleeveless nightgowns. Even when she was going out, she was wearing tight tops/kurtis that accentuated her voluptuous curves perfectly. Her lower-wear had become even bolder as now she was wearing tight translucent leggings even while going out in the market causing the sabziwalas and hawkers to almost get an uninhibited view of her fair shapely legs and her panties. Few days after our discussion, she actually went out wearing a tight blue sleeveless kurti with white – nearly transparent – leggings, and her red elastic panty was clearly visible through the thin transparent material of the leggings. Even her boobs were so tightly pressed against the kurti that they looked like two massive footballs sticking out of her bosom and stretching against the fabric of the silky nighty. My jaw gaped open when I saw her in that dress, coming down the stairs. Even Haria – our servant – was shocked to see her dress like this and was desperately trying to hide his erection. My mom noticed that and simply smiled coyly as she went past him.

I realized that my mom’s attitude was gradually changing and now that she knew what sort of an incest-cuckold I was, she wasn’t even afraid of showing herself off in front of me. I wondered how far this would go on. Uncle Shyam had been a big enabler in her transformation from a devoted wife and mother to a homely slut. However, two days ago, on a stormy night, Uncle Shyam called to give us some grim news.

"Shikha darling, I have some bad news.", he said on the phone. I was listening to their conversation from the parallel connection, in the living room.

"Why? What happened? Are you planning to sell me off to one of your friends again, for one night? Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me? You’ve managed to even make my sweet innocent son a pervert just like you! What more bad news can you possibly have for me?", she said, pretending to sound angry.

But Uncle Shyam was able to see right through the façade. "Dhushhh! Stop your acting! You know how much you loved taking that Negro’s cock inside your mature tight wet pussy! You were moaning like bitch-in-heat when he was fucking you like a street-slut! And do you think I don’t have eyes everywhere? Do you think I didn’t see you recently going to the market wearing those tight and transparent clothes?!", my mom gave a huge gulp when she realized that this old pervert had been watching every move she was making. And why wouldn’t he? I was still supplying him with the recordings!

"Quit pretending and listen to me very carefully!", he continued, "A couple of years back I borrowed some money from a well-known thug in our area. I haven’t been able to clear that debt. Time has run out and now he’s searching for me quite aggressively."

"You’re leaving?", to my surprise, my mom actually sounded sad.

"I don’t have a choice. I have to go. Don’t worry, Shikha darling. I’ll try to gather the money as soon as possible and come back.", he assured her. "I don’t feel like leaving you here alone, though."

My mom was silent for sometime. Both of them were. I thought for sure my sweet devoted mother might actually be feeling bad that Uncle Shyam was leaving. With him gone, there would be no one left to guide her down the depths of depravity and especially now, when she had just started to embrace it. Finally, after a long drawn-out 2-minute pause, my mom said, "I won’t feel good staying here without you, Shyam Babu!"

Whoa! I was totally shocked when I heard that from her!

Shyam Uncle just laughed, "I know, my mature slut! Without you, even my mind won’t stick to one place. But what can I do? There is no other option. I have to leave.".

"Please, try to come back soon.", she said, her voice cracking.

"I’ll try my best. Before leaving, however, I wound wish to spend one last night with you. My outer door is open. If you can come to my humble home on your own for the first time and allow me to have the honor of fucking you, then I could leave with a satisfied heart."

My mom was silent for another two minutes – possibly contemplating what she was going to do. Finally, she said, "Let Bunty go to sleep, first."

I was thoroughly shocked when she said that. For all this time, I assumed that she had only given in to her desires because Uncle Shyam – and others – had forced her into submission. Now, she was willingly accepting to go this old pot-bellied pervert’s house – a pervert who only a year ago meant nothing to her – for a fuck session!

"Uffff by saying this you have lifted my spirits! Just by hearing you say that my cock has started to grow!". My mom simply giggled at the dirty comment. "OK, one more thing!", he continued, "On occasion, I’ve seen you wearing a pink bathrobe when you come out of the bathroom. I want you to wear that tonight. Nothing else should be underneath. Don’t worry. At that hour, no one is on the street. No one will see you. And just remember, my outside door will be open. We’ll meet up tonight!" With that being said, he cut the call without waiting for my mother’s response.

To my surprise, she didn’t dial back to say that she couldn’t wear that ridiculous outfit outside the house. To be honest, it would be a huge risk if someone saw her leaving the house wearing just a bathrobe! But Shyam Uncle lived just next door and I don’t sleep until at least 10:00 PM, so it should be safe enough.

I noticed that night my mom rushing to serve dinner and ensure that I go to sleep early. She was constantly nagging me to sleep by 10 o’clock, making silly excuses like "Your getting thinner everyday by sleeping so late!"; and like "If your father hears that you sleep so late, he’ll be very angry!". I didn’t want her to lose this opportunity and I didn’t want Shyam Uncle to be angry with me for delaying his big night with my very own mother! So, I decided to concede and went to my bedroom and locked the door at around 9:45! I could literally see the excitement on my mom’s face while I was trotting upstairs to my bedroom. She was glowing like a teenager who was about to lose her virginity to the man of her dreams! I should’ve been disgusted at that thought but I felt almost as excited (and horny) as my mom. For the first time, she was going to have sex with an outsider, of her own free will!

When I locked the door from the inside, I could hear her footsteps all over the house. I guess she was rushing to get ready for the big night. At around 10:30, I heard soft knock on my door. I didn’t respond. Two more knocks later, I heard my mom’s footsteps moving away from the door. 10 minutes later, I heard the main door of the house open and shut abruptly. My limp cock twitched and rose to life in excitement as soon as that main door slammed shut. And then there was silence!

I knew my mom had left for this old pervert’s house. This pervert, who used to mean nothing to us, just a year ago. An old pervert who, only a year ago, my mom would’ve simply slapped right across the cheek if he had so much as leered at her with his hungry bloodshot eyes!

My cock rose in my pants, stretching against the material as I imagined the sexy lustful things that they might be doing in Uncle Shyam’s house, next door. I got up from my bed, gripping my now hard member with my right hand over my pants. I slowly tiptoed to my mom’s dressing room. Uncle Shyam’s bedroom was clearly visible from the window there and I hoped to catch some glimpses of their adulterous affair! I decided not to turn on the lights to avoid suspicion. However, when I finally reached the window, I noticed that Uncle Shyam’s bedroom window was closed shut! I was initially disappointed, but I waited for 10 minutes, in case I would get lucky. But then, when nothing happened I decided to go back to bed, my cock slowly becoming limp again. As I was about to leave, I saw something. Although the window was closed, the lights were still on in Uncle Shyam’s room and as a result, I could see shadows moving.

I saw the shadow of a man, the same height as the old pervert, standing completely naked – his cock standing in erection. As he stood there for a few seconds, a woman – roughly the shape of my mom – joined him. From her shadow, I could tell that she was also completely naked and the shadow of her massive milk tanks and bulging ass-cheeks stacking out so lewdly against her bosom and back was so tempting to watch. I stared with disbelief as I saw their bodies willingly meshed together and Uncle Shyam grabbed her ass cheeks fully with the palm of his hands and pulled her body tighter against his as he stooped down to kiss her! The shadows clearly depicted the slow rhythmic smooch that this old pervert was giving my mom and to my shock, she was responding back. Uncle Shyam’s face was all over hers, while his palms never gave up fondling her buttocks all through the kissing and licking. My mom’s hand was, however, gripped on his cock – stroking it plainly and slowly – as they continued to kiss. She was also rubbing her breasts over his chest, trying to excite both their nipples and propel their sexual drive to newer heights of abandon.

Soon, however, Uncle Shyam pulled her away from the window, leaving me no more chances to see what they were doing. My heart was pounding, restless and eager to see what was going on inside the old pot-bellied pervert’s house! After waiting for nearly 15 minutes, I decided to give up and retreated back to my room. My cock was still stiff as a lead pipe though! So I jacked off that night, thinking of the many ways Uncle Shyam was using my mom and the many ways she was enjoying it. I fell asleep after unloading a stream of thick gooey cum right inside my pants! As a result, that night I slept in the nude!

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of someone entering the house. I checked the clock and it was 5:00 AM! Wow, I thought, did my mom and Uncle Shyam really have such a long fuck session?! I was amazed at both of their stamina. But Alas, I wasn’t able to see it with my own eyes. I felt somewhat cheated. I went back to sleep hoping that when Uncle Shyam gets back, he’ll tell me the whole story (and perhaps even call me to his house and play with my cock!)

I woke up again at 9:00 AM to the sound of the doorbell. Since I knew my mom would be exhausted after last night’s sex session, I decided to open the door. I wore my pants and went downstairs and soon opened the door. It was Haria. He greeted me and came in and started working towards cleaning the house. Going back to my room, I was still disappointed that I wasn’t able to catch the events of last night. I turned on my PC and was going through my emails when I noticed a peculiar subject line on one of them: “Parting Gift!”. As I clicked on the link, I realized immediately that this was Uncle Shyam’s email id! And there was an attachment – a video!

I immediately knew that my prayers were heard!

My heart skipped a few beats as I downloaded the attachment. I never knew Uncle Shyam was capable of jerry-rigging his own house with cameras. But I was glad that he had. As soon as the download completed, I clicked on the video without wasting any time. As the video opened, from the angle, I realized that the camera was probably located at the top-right corner of the bedroom, giving the viewer a bird’s eye view of the entire bedroom. I could also clearly see the window on the left side – the same window that is facing my mom’s dressing room. But my eyes were focused more on the bed and who was on it. It was Uncle Shyam! He was sitting on the bed, naked as he was born, his body covered full of hair – some dark bits and some patches of grey. He was leaning against the bedrest with his legs spread forward and his cock sitting limp against his hairy thighs. He was looking like a king waiting for his queen!

It didn’t take long for my mom to show up and when she did, my jaw dropped. She was wearing that same pink bathrobe that Uncle Shyam was talking about. It hung loosely from her body, but the front of it was a V-neck which allowed both of us to clearly take a peek into her creamy fair skin and unsurprisingly the neckline stopped right above her breasts as if to tease the viewer about what was in store. The robe stopped right above her ankles and hence did not give away much skin. However, the one thing that amazed me even more than the robe was the fact that my mom was actually wearing some light make-up on herself, making her face look even beamier than usual. She was also wearing kaajal around her eyelids and deep red lipstick. She looked exactly like a high class mature prostitute, all dolled up for her master!

Uncle Shyam smiled as he saw her come in. "I knew you would come."

My mom’s head was held low and her arms were at her sides, clutching her robe tightly. Perhaps she was feeling ashamed of coming here on her own. But as soon as she raised her eyes and saw Uncle Shyam sitting naked on the bed, a shy smile crossed her pouty red lips and she immediately lowered her eyelids in shyness.

Uncle Shyam liked that. The smile on his face got even bigger and now he was baring his dirty yellow teeth as well. "Don’t be so shy, Shikha darling. Tonight is not meant for being shy. Tonight is meant for losing yourself in sexual pleasure. Take off you bathrobe!", he ordered.

Without a second’s delay, my sweet homely once devoted mother slowly lifted her hands to the thread that was tying the whole robe together and unfastened it in one swift pull! Almost immediately, the robe fell to the ground and both our eyes (Uncle Shyam and mine) almost jumped out of their socket. My mom was standing completely naked! Her creamy skin and beautiful voluptuous body was a sight to behold. She definitely took care of her skin and she looked younger than her years, as she ought to with the investment she had made in numerous lotions and potions! Her tight round 36DD size boobs and their light brown areolas and perfect grape-like nipples were nothing short of breathtaking! Her midriff was plump and fleshy, and from the backside her ass was jutting out like two huge footballs. Her pussy wasn’t as hairy as before, which told me that she had been trimming her hairs recently.

As Uncle Shyam was leering at her with lust-filled eyes, she immediately covered her boobs with one arm and covered her pussy with her other hand, and just shook her head in natural shyness. "Move your hands, Shikha darling. Give your mature lover the chance to watch your delicious curvy supple body!"

My mom hesitated for a second, but then dutifully put her hands to her sides and let this old pervert drink in her beautiful body. Uncle Shyam licked his lips and said, "Mmmmmm truly fabulous! As they say in Hindi: ‘Kudrat ne banaya hoga phursat se tujhe mere yaar’!", he laughed as my mom’s cheeks turned red at the comment. After a few seconds of leering at her, he said, "Now turn around, spread your legs a little bit!".

When Uncle Shyam made this odd request my mom finally spoke, "Why do we need to do this?", she asked coyly, as if she was only mildly hesitant about his demands.

Uncle Shyam, however, was insistent, "Today is my night. You will do exactly as I say!". Although he sounded demanding, his tone was not as authoritative as before. It was almost a request.

Since this was truly his last night with her, my mom didn’t want to disappoint. She turned around and spread her legs as she was told. My mom’s fatty ass looked even more spread out in that posture and I guess that’s what Uncle Shyam wanted to see as he immediately started fondling his dick, which was slowly starting to gain life. This scene looked amazingly similar to what happened before when Uncle Shyam had first blackmailed my mom into becoming his sex slave! "Wow, very good, Shikha darling! Now, bend over at the waist and try to touch your toes!"

My mom did as she was told and as she bent over, my cock suddenly sprang into attention. Owing to her bending over, her magnificent globes were now sticking out even more and if you looked closer you could also see tiny specks of her pussy hairs trapped between her upper thighs. Uncle Shyam quickly sat up straight on his bed and swiftly crawled to front edge of the bed with a look of sexual hunger in his eyes.

"Uff Shikha, you’re making me crazy! Now do one thing. Take your hands back and spread your butt-cheeks!"

“Ungghhhh!”, my mom gave a soft grunt as she reached back and spread her ass-cheeks like she was told. My mouth was starting to water now. Her ripe pussy was almost completely visible now along with the trimmed pussy hairs and her tiny ass-crack was showing as well. Uncle Shyam’s cock was standing at erection now and he decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He climbed off of bed and as soon as my mom heard it, she left her position and turned around to face him. Her cheeks were red and it almost looked like she was shivering in anticipation.

Uncle Shyam stopped right beside the large window on the left and curled his fingers to motion my mom to come to him. When my mom realized what he was asking, she surprisingly giggled and moved forward. They were both standing in front of window now and were inches away from each other, looking into each other’s eyes. Uncle Shyam was slightly taller than my mom, by 2-3 inches. While they stared in to each other’s eyes, Uncle Shyam put a hand on her soft shoulder and pulled her body closer to his. My mom fully co-operated with him for the first time and put her arms around his hairy back as their naked bodies tangled with each other. Uncle Shyam bent down ever so slightly, his arms were fondling her backside and soon they were on her plump ass-cheeks – cupping them tightly.

“Ooooh!”, my mom cooed, having been startled by Uncle Shyam bold move. But as soon as she opened her mouth, Uncle Shyam thrust his lips over hers and both their lips melted over each other. Unlike in most situations, my mom was actually responding to this lip-lock now and encouraging the old pervert to basically do whatever he wanted. Uncle Shyam knew that this was his time. He would never get another opportunity like this where a mature sexy MILF would give into him so willingly and he didn’t want to waste this chance. He grabbed her plump ass even more tightly and pulled her towards him in an embrace, crushing her huge breasts against his hairy chest, as my mom’s nails dug deeper into his furry back.

Theirs was the most sensual kiss I had ever seen, despite the fact that I had seen her kissing multiple men now – even Uncle Shyam, multiple times. They were kissing passionately – letting their tongues intertwine over and over. He was exploring my mother’s mouth with his tongue – darting in and out while occasionally stopping to suck her gorgeous red lips. My mom’s lipstick smeared all over their mouths, yet neither of them cared. The sound of sloppy kisses filled the audio while the screen showed Uncle Shyam also fondling my mother’s ass-globes with abandon.

While kissing, my mom also started moving, ever so slightly rubbing her breasts against Uncle Shyam’s hairy chest. I guess the friction was causing her sensitive nipples to become erect and in turn, giving her even more pleasure. A little over three-minutes, they broke the kiss and Uncle Shyam then pulled her away from the window, his hands still firmly grabbing her ass. They moved towards the edge of bed and then the old pervert eased his grip on her butt and started stroking her backside instead, as they engaged in a lover’s embrace.

I started stroking my now erect cock as the events unfolded in the video. It felt so arousing to watch my mom willingly give in to this old pervert. It was almost as though she wanted this from the very beginning and now, knowing that this would be her last night with this perverted old bastard, she was more than ready to shed all of her inhibitions.

Unable to wait, Uncle Shyam grabbed a handful of my mother’s hair and pulled her head back, and then planted a strong forcible smooch on her lips again.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”, my mother groaned at first when her hair was being pulled, but quickly gave in as their lips joined. After her released the kiss, he then raised her fat leg up onto his hip and squeezed her fleshy bum as she raked her fingernails through his hairy back. He pushed her against the back wall and began rubbing his stiffening member on my mother’s already moist mound.

“Mmmmmmmm!!!”, my mom moaned softly as the old pervert licked and bit her neck. He picked up her other thigh while lifting her onto the wall as he suddenly thrust deep inside her!

“Aaaaaooowwwhhhh!!”, my mom yelled as the big 6.5 inch fully-erect cock invaded her mature love-canal. As Uncle Shyam began to pump inside her, she tried to control her responses and yet failed miserably. She moaned even louder with each thrust and firmly clutched on to his hips with her thunder thighs! He moved faster and harder into her, pounding her while her back was stuck against the wall.

“Ahhhhhhhh!!! Ufffff!! Ahhhhhh!!”, my mom moaned as she could feel his chest rubbing against her nipples, which further excited her. She wrapped her arms around Shyam Uncle’s disproportionate shoulders and pulled his head – by the neck – backwards so they could look into each other’s eyes as they fucked! Uncle Shyam was happy to see my mother take charge for once and he placed his forehead on hers, grunting and thrusting into her even faster now! Beads of sweat from his forehead dripped into her eyes! He glared like a crazy man as my mom fought to maintain eye contact. Her jaw was wide open and her eyes rolled at the back of her head as this old pervert continued to pound the daylights out of her.

Before they could both climax though, Uncle Shyam pulled out of her. His cock was glistening with my mother’s love-juices. He looked up and smiled as he saw her panting and out of breath. Even he was breathing heavily now. He allowed my mom’s legs to slide down his body as he stepped slightly away from her, helping her stand up. Truth be told, her legs were shaking at that point and I knew she had had her first orgasm already, while Uncle Shyam was inside her.

Finally, after a few minutes, my mom got her breath back and she looked at Uncle Shyam with a coy smile on her face. Uncle Shyam looked at her as well and laughed, "My Queen, the night has just begun! I’ve taken two tabs of Viagra today. I won’t cum so easily. I have plans of fucking you the entire night!"

My cock was standing rock hard as I saw my mom’s sweaty sexy curves rubbing against Uncle Shyam’s hairy chest and pot-belly, while she was leaning on him for support. Her heavy melons were heaving up and down as she struggled for breath, causing the sides of her breasts to constantly rub against his tiny dark nipples making them erect with sexual tension. A thin stream of piss mixed with her own orgasmic fluids was flowing down from her engorged pussy-lips and down her flabby thighs. My mom appeared visibly exhausted after the consensual sex-session but Uncle Shyam was more than ready to go again. His near seven-inch cock was standing like a steel pipe against the dim backdrop created by the night-lamp. The smile on his lips was an obvious affirmation as to how intensely happy he was to finally fuck my sweet homely mature mother with her own free will. It was almost as though he had gotten everything he wanted for, in his life.

As they neared the bed, I thought he would allow my mother to sit. But instead, he landed his ass on the bed and forced my mother to stand. "Please….mmhhhmm…let me sit….please!", my mom begged while panting breathlessly.

But her pleas were only met with sly smiles from Uncle Shyam as he said, "Shikha, my Queen, today you need to sit on my lap instead of my bed!". Uncle Shyam patted his fat hairy thighs twice to motion my mom to spread her legs and sit on them.

Too tired to resist and unwilling to dishonor Shyam Uncle’s last few wishes before he left, my mom gently sat down on his lap. Almost immediately, Uncle Shyam placed his left hand on her left thigh and started stroking the smooth folds while his other hand was on her massive tits – mauling and squeezing them like a madman. He was fondling every part of her gorgeous voluptuous body while planting soft wet kisses on her smooth creamy backside.

“Mmmmmm….. Ufffff!”, my mom moaned in pleasure. She squirmed on Uncle Shyam lap as his prickly beard tickled her back, owing to his soft kisses. It looked like she was enjoying the sensation though. Up until this point, she had been treated roughly by men who wanted to use and abuse her to derive pleasure for themselves. This was the first time someone was actually showing her some romantic tender loving care other than simply treating her like a garbage whore. And ironically enough, it was the same man who had basically turned her into a budding sex slave in the first place!

Uncle Shyam’s left hand was now moving dangerously close towards my mom’s trimmed pussy and as soon as she felt his finger brush between her legs….“Ohhhhh!”, she let out a gasp. The old pervert then pinched her right nipple tight between his forefinger and thumb, as my mom moaned and squirmed on his lap, with both pain and delight. He then used his left hand and pressed his thumb against my mom’s clitoris and rubbed at the wet spot surrounding it.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!”, my mom screamed as Uncle Shyam took her to newer heights of pleasure. She leaned back against his narrow chest as Uncle Shyam now began planting hot tickling kisses on her fair spotless neck. He rubbed at my mother’s swollen clit furiously while simultaneously pinching both her erect nipples alternately. His middle finger (of his left hand) now slid lower and I could see from my mom’s contorted facial expression that she felt him probe her pussy lips. “Omaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!”, she cried out and gripped Uncle Shyam’s rock-solid manhood hard! She could feel the tip of his finger enter her and she purposely ground herself against him. She wanted all of it inside her.

With slow, measured strokes the old pervert’s finger slid deeper and deeper into my mother’s wet pussy. He slid the length of his finger in and out of her and she moved with the rhythm of his touch. I could see his lips touch my mom’s neck as he planted long sloppy kisses. I saw his teeth as he nibbled up towards her ear. He then whispered something in my mom’s ear.

As soon as he did that, my mom tenderly stood up and turned around to face him. She them smiled like a teenager and slowly began sitting on Uncle Shyam’s lap again, this time facing him. He spread her chubby legs wide and my mom nearly screamed as she felt the tip of his cock touch her mature wet cunt.

“Oooohhh! Ahhhhhhh! Oooooh!”, my mom squealed as the old pervert pulled her closer, slowly working his erect manhood into her. The pained expression on her face told me that she felt the head of his shaft pushing her ripe pussy open. I could clearly see that my once conservative mom was surrendering herself fully to the local perverted goon who she once despised! I was in ecstasy as I watched that scene unfold in front of me – in the computer screen – and I was stroking my own manhood in sexual abandon.

The entire head of his cock was now inside her. Surprisingly, they were moving together, finding just the right pace as Uncle Shyam slid more and more of his cock into my mature mother’s love-canal! His rough lips were on her budding breasts now – his mouth hovering over her light-brown nipples causing her to squirm as she felt his warm breath on them. My mom bit her lower lip as this old brute’s tongue teased her nipples one by one. Her already erect nipples hardened even further as he licked her pointed buds, chewed it and sucked her boobs hard.

Seconds following that, with one long push, Uncle Shyam slid the length of his cock up into my mother’s gaping pussy. "Aoooowwwhhhhhhhhh Myyyyyyy Goossshhhh!!!", my mom grabbed the back of the old pervert’s balding head and cried out in pain and pleasure. He pulled out and thrust into her again and again. With each thrust, my mother breathed in and out, like she couldn’t breathe since the pleasure was so intense.

Uncle Shyam soon pulled his face away from her massive breasts and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her and she kissed him back – not as a submissive sex slave but as a mature woman kissing her lover! Their lips parted and their tongues slid together, loving each other just like their bodies were loving each other!

Uncle Shyam then lay backwards so that he was now on his back while my mom straddled him and steadily began rocking back and forth, up and down. She was still panting heavily as the 55-year old man reached up and took hold of her massive milk tanks in his rough dark masculine hands! For a second, my mom leaned down toward him and seizing the opportunity, the old bastard took her nipple into his mouth again! Uncle Shyam was more excited than I’d ever seen him before! He quickened his pace and thrust harder and faster into her aching vagina. “Mmmmmmmm!!”, she moaned and threw back her head, her eyes closed and body covered in sweat. Her pussy squeezed his experienced cock as the pleasure became too much for her to take. “Ungggggghhhhhh!!!”, my mom screamed as a wave of ecstasy raced through her. Then, almost suddenly, she fell on Uncle Shyam’s shoulder and embraced him as he drilled her. Clearly, she had already cummed on his long, hard cock!

The old neighborhood pervert then slowly toppled her on the bed while his stiff manhood was still inside her! He was on top now and started fucking her missionary style as my mother lay on the bed exhausted and unable to react. Uncle Shyam rode her faster and faster and before long, he too let out a huge groan – “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” – and thrust deep inside her, emptying his balls in her womb!

Uncle Shyam then collapsed on the bed beside her, his left hand stretched over her huge breasts and his hairy right leg spread across her thighs. A small amount sperm dribbled out of his limp penis and onto her chubby thigh.

Watching the scene I too blew my load inside my pants! My mom and Uncle Shyam looked like two lovers who had just had a night of wonderful passionate sex and were now hugging each other for warmth! Perhaps this was their last encounter!

It was 1:00 AM already and as I fast-forwarded the video, I realized that they had rested for the remainder of the night. At 4:45 AM, I saw my mom slowly alight from the bed and wear her robe as she was getting ready to leave. Owing to her movement, Uncle Shyam woke up as well.

"Shikha, no matter wherever I go, I shall never forget you! And just wait, someday we will surely meet again!", he said as he sat up on the bed. His voice was croaking owing to the weight of his emotions.

My mom was almost in tears when he said that. "My husband only comes to me 2-3 times a year. Now you’re leaving me as well. I’ll never find true happiness in this life!", she said, her voice heavy with melancholy as well.

Uncle Shyam then got up from the bed and suddenly gave her a tight hug. My mom responded by burying her face in his hairy chest. It didn’t look like a sexual hug, but a romantic hug instead. A hug between two lovers!

He then kissed her on the cheek and promised her that he would be back.

My mom then left the room as the video ended!

"Hey, aren’t you going to wake up? Look at the time!", my mom yelled as she barged into my room. She then pried open the curtains in my room, letting the bright rays of the sun hit my face as I mumbled incomprehensibly and got up from my bed. "Hurry up! You have to go to college!"

As I sat up on the bed, half awake, I noticed my mom was wearing a modest fluffy white nightgown with no bra, which allowed her massive boobs to hang freely inside the gown, looking soft and squishy and when she walked they jiggled in a way that could bring a grown man to his knees. Although, there wasn’t much to see, it was enough to make my mouth water.

As I entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, I reminisced how much things had changed. It had been almost a year since that perverted Uncle Shyam left our neighborhood for fear of some goons who were trying to track him down since he had borrowed money from them. Since his leave, my mom’s sexual adventures had almost come to a standstill. She was dressing modestly at home again and rarely entertained any kind of lustful glares at her or engaged in any kind of illicit activity with other males. Slowly but surely, she was transforming back into her same sweet, homely, devoted housewife self. Physically though, she hadn’t changed much. She was still one of the most beautiful and charming ladies in the neighborhood. Her brown curly hair looked like dense clouds heralding a storm while her captivating dark brown slender eyes were enough to seductively trap any man. She had definitely gained a little bit of weight since Uncle Shyam left, but for the most part still held that scrumptious 36DD-30-40 figure.

"Bimla! Get Babu’s food ready!", my mom yelled at our maid-servant Bimla.

"It’s ready, Madam!", she yelled back.

In the days following Uncle Shyam’s leave, our man-servant Haria also had to quit our job and had to go back to his village since his mother was getting sicker by the day. So we decided to hire a new local maid named Bimla. Bimla was a typical 40 year old married Bihari woman – she was plump with a voluptuous body, small eyes, rosy lips and dimple. Her complexion was moderately dark and she had proportionately large sized breasts – about 42 size – and a round ass which was fuller than even my mom’s. She also had a belly the size of a 4 month pregnant lady which accentuated her already large breasts, even though she hid them in her silk saree. She always wore bright colored sarees wrapped tightly around her curves and a couple of other exaggerated accessories such as a big red bindi, false-gold nose ring, bangles, ears stud in 2 different places, toe-rings on two toes on each leg, etc.

Breakfast was uneventful with some small banter about how I was settling into the new college. I failed in my final tests last year and therefore, had to rejoin a new local college to get my graduate degree. Honestly, after everything that happened last year, I didn’t think I would be able to concentrate on my studies enough to pass anyways. But unfortunately, I had to join mid-semester and without knowing a single person in this new college. To top it off, because I was shy and timid, my classmates thought of this as a sign of weakness and had begun to bully me. I decided to keep that a secret from my parents, particularly my mom, because I didn’t want her to worry about me or feel bad for me. Plus, I was also too shy to say anything or stand up for myself, even though every night I would plan on beating them up for treating me like a joke.

Anyways, my ride showed up soon after breakfast and I grabbed my book bag and ran outside. I used to carpool and there were always at least 3-4 college guys travelling with me, along with the driver. Half way to the car, I heard my mom call for me, "Babu, come and take your laptop!". I turned around and saw her standing in the doorway with the laptop and charger. She walked a few feet onto the street to meet me, and I instantly froze.

“Ureeee sala!!”, I heard a cat-call from behind me. I looked back and saw Rohit sitting in the bus with his window down. He was a college stud who used to bully and rag me quite a lot. He and his friends were gawking out the window, checking out my naive mature mother. Even though she was wearing a modest nightgown, as soon as the sunlight fell on it, it became incredibly translucent. Her nightgown was so amazingly revealing that everyone could see her naked legs, the curves of her sexy body, and the outline of her large, enticing breasts. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra under the gown as the cloth puffed out around her perky nipples. Moreover, as she stepped closer to the car and myself, everyone could see the brown outline of her nipples through the white fabric. The outline of her pussy-lips was clearly visible as well, and you could see that her pubic hair had been freshly trimmed. I could tell that everybody in the car – including the driver – was getting a huge boner watching my sweet homely mature mother dressed like an unbeknownst casual whore!

In the meantime, my mom had no idea the show she was putting on for these young horny 20 year-olds. She was still slowly moving towards me with my laptop held high and yelling out my name. Fortunately, I snapped out of my trance and quickly dashed towards her to grab my laptop and charger from her hands, running as fast as I could to try and minimize the amount of time that everyone in the car got to see my mom's body on display. Almost every seat in the car was filled, and every student on board was looking out the window, getting an eye-full of my mom's almost-naked body. The only open seat for me was next to Rohit and even though I hated him, I had no choice but to sit beside him.

As we started to drive off I looked back to see my mom still fully visible while she was walking back inside, the translucent nightgown barely hiding her full, erotic plump ass to all the boys in the pool-car. I didn’t think things could get any worse, until Rohit started showing everybody his phone. "Oh man I got some great pictures with my phone!", he boasted loudly. I was shocked. One of my college-mates had actually taken pictures of my mom in that state and was now showing it to everybody in the car!

"Let me see!", asked another boy, and Rohit passed the phone around the car. All of the boys swiped through the phone images and ogled my mom's body with lust. I was powerless to stop them since I was a weak and timid guy, and was scared that if I said something to them then they would beat me up.

Some of the boys had never seen a naked woman before. Not that my mom was naked in any of the pictures, but her outfit was so revealing that they could clearly see all the outlines and curves of her body, not to mention her perky nipples and womanly pussy. In some ways, it was almost more scandalous than if she had just walked out fully naked. They started making embarrassing and lewd comments like, "Your mom is a great maal!" or "Have you seen the slut’s milky boobies? So tight!" or "Ufff what a wonderful ass!", while they surfed through the pictures.

But the most indecent comments came from the college stud himself, Rohit! "Did you see those big protruding lips? You can tell she has sucked a lot of cocks!". Some of the guys giggled at the comment. My cheeks instantly went red, mainly because he was right. But Rohit didn’t stop there. "Did you see how her hips were swaying as she was walking back? That means she's desperate to be fucked! I watch a lot of porn, but I've never seen a pornstar who is this slutty!"

My ears burned as he talked about my sweet homely mother like that. Finally I turned to him and yelled “Shut up!”

There was silence for two seconds and then the boys turned their attention from the phone onto me. Suddenly, Rohit slapped me quite hard on the back of the head and I almost started to see stars. He then stared directly into my eyes with a threatening glare and said, "If you talk too much then I’ll beat the shit out of you and then piss in your mouth! You understand that, you son of a bitch?" I immediately turned my head meekly to the floor, unable to meet his frightening stare. Even the driver was a mute spectator to all of this.

Rohit smiled victoriously and continued to show my mom’s pictures to the group, while making lewd comments about her. "See how her legs are waxed smooth? She keeps them waxed, so men will know that she is an easy lay.", all the boys except me again giggled at his comments. I was so deeply flushed that I continued to stare at the floor, unable to muster up the courage to give a response after that smack to the head.

The boys were mesmerized by the pictures of my sexy curvaceous mother as they listened to Rohit, believing every word he said. "You can see part of her pussy in this picture. See how swollen and engorged it looks? That means her fuck-hole is stretched out from all the whoring she's done!". They all laughed at the comment once again. I have to be honest, even though I felt ashamed listening to this, I also felt a tinge of arousal listening to this strong masculine college stud talking so derogatorily about my mom. This brought back memories of everything me and my mom had been through a year ago with Uncle Shyam and all those commoners.

The drive to college that morning felt like it lasted an eternity. Rohit and his friends kept ogling the photos, while making increasingly vulgar comments to try and provoke me. They continued to pester me until we reached the college!

Unfortunately, my day with the bullies was not over. There were three of them and they cornered me in the bathroom. Rohit was a good half-foot taller than me and he pinned me against the wall. He looked at me directly, his eyes staring a hole in me and I looked down scared. "Hey you son of a bitch, you scared?", he asked with a heavy scary voice.

Before I had a chance to answer though, Rohit grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed it against the door of one of the bathroom stalls. “Ouuuchhh!”, I winced in pain and the bullies laughed.

"Hey Rohit, ask him about his mother. Man, even after cumming twice this morning, my cock still gets rock hard thinking about that slut!", they again started making those derogatory comments about my mom causing my heart to skip a beat. What was this all about? They would always make fun of me, but this time it seemed like they were more aroused after seeing my mom in all her near-naked splendor this morning and were getting more animalistic.

"Rohit, give me your phone, buddy! I wanna masturbate while watching her pics again! It’s bloody fantastic masturbating in front of a son on his mother!", my earned burned as I listened to him.

I didn’t think Rohit was going to stoop that low. But he just grinned like a devious animal and handed his phone to his friend who was asking for it. As soon as his friend, Avik, got the phone, he immediately unzipped his trouser and pulled out his manhood. His cock slowly grew in size as he gradually stroked it while scrolling through the pictures on the phone. At full-length, he didn’t seem very big – only about 6 inches in size. However, the fact that he was watching my mom’s near-naked pictures while masturbating, made me extremely aroused as well. I couldn’t look away and kept watching him as he moved his hand up and down the shaft and over the bulbous head. Rohit smiled as he realized that I was getting aroused watching him do that.

"Haha, watch how this bastard is eyeing Avik’s cock! Do you wanna put it in your mouth, you son of a bitch?", Rohit bellowed, and I immediately blushed again.

After a minute or two, Avik let out a sigh, “Ughhhhhh”, and leaned the back of his head against the wall. His body shook and his cock twitched as he came. Not so much a spurt but more a steady stream of cum flowed from his cock. He eventually took away his hand which was covered in cum and before I knew what was happening, he shoved his fingers in my gaping mouth.

It tasted awful and I almost puked. But Rohit grabbed me by the throat and motioned that I swallow or else! Being scared, I licked Avik’s fingers clean and swallowed whatever cum he had on them. The three boys thought it was hilarious, laughing loudly as Avik pulled his fingers out of my mouth, that were now wet with my saliva. He then proceeded to wipe the saliva-laden fingers over my face as a further sign of degradation.

"I think he enjoyed it.", Rohit giggled. I flushed once again in embarrassment.

"This morning when you told us to shut up, it felt as though you wanted you mommy all to yourself!", the third guy chuckled.

I looked down at my feet as I did not want to encourage them to prod any further about my mom. It was humiliating and I was scared at what they might want to do to her. Suddenly, Rohit chimed in, "Oh no, it’d be a waste for a big-tittied milf like that not to be used by plenty of guys!". They all burst out in laughter at the comment. "Your mom still seems pretty young, for a milf. She must have gotten pregnant when she was in school. Probably in the men’s bathroom by a bunch of crazy and drunk high school seniors. I bet she has no idea who your dad is. She probably couldn’t narrow it down past 5 or 10 different guys, half of whom she didn’t know the name of.", Rohit continued.

I stood there and listened to insult after insult about my shy innocent mom. I couldn’t face him. I just kept staring down at the floor, doing my best to ignore him and his chuckling friends.

Suddenly, he slapped me on the head and said, "Alright, now listen to something important! Do you want us to stop bullying you?".

I was surprised to hear him say that. Of course I wanted them to stop this humiliation. But what could they want in return. I shuddered at the though of what Rohit – the perverted bully – might come up with in exchange.

I nodded with trepidation. Rohit smiled victoriously again, “Thikache, tobe ekta shorto ache. Amra kal theke toke aar disturb korbo na jodi tui amader jonna ekta kaaj korar promise koris.” (“Alright, but there’s a condition: starting tomorrow, none of us will beleaguer you, if you promise to do something for us.” there was a hint of malice in his voice. I couldn’t say anything though as I was in no condition to negotiate, so I just nodded again and let out a meek “Mhmmmm”.

Rohit smiled, "We liked those pictures of your cum-hungry slut mom. But the pics were taken from so far away, they aren’t great quality.". It felt weird hearing them talking about my mom in such a derogatory way again, but as I said before, I was in no position to argue. Plus, them talking like that about my sweet homely mother was getting me excited as well. "We want more pictures of that slut. Better quality photos and close-ups. And you’re going to get them for us!"

I froze. My mind stopped working for a few seconds as I contemplated the perversity of what they were asking. I knew that I had no choice, however. If I disagreed, Rohit and his friends would beat the shit out of me, right then and there. They would probably continue doing that everyday for the rest of the semester. Perhaps, daily after that even. He really had me in a pickle.

My voice went hoarse. I spoke very quietly. "I’ll take more pictures of my mom this weekend, and send them to you.".

Rohit ruffled my hair, messing it all up. "Remember, if I don’t get those pictures, then a lot worse pain that is what’s waiting for you next week!", and he left with his bandwagon.

I spent the rest of the day in emotional agony. I couldn’t believe this was happening again. It had only been a year since Shyam Uncle left and now this bully was trying to bring back those days yet again. I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement within me as I envisioned my sweet homely mature mother at the mercy of these bullies, but I also felt guilty thinking about it since now my mom had finally gotten her life together – free from all the depravities that she was being subjected to before.

When I got back home, I was completely stressed out. I saw Bimla was in the kitchen making dinner arrangements while my mom was in the living room watching saans-bahu serials. She was dressed in the same white nightgown as in the morning. When she saw me, she smiled happily and said, "Hey, Babu, how was your day?"

I frowned.

She noticed it and said in a concerned voice, "Hey, did something happen?"

I desperately wanted to tell her what was going on, but I also didn’t want to stress her out. "No, it’s just that they announced our midterms, so my mood is a little off."

My mom laughed, "Oh, so what, dear? You have to study, right? Don’t worry so much. Regardless of whenever your tests occur, I’m sure you’ll do good. Now go to the bathroom and freshen up."

I nodded and went to the bathroom as I was told. While I was in the bathroom, my mind kept floating back to what Rohit had said earlier today. I wanted to avoid it, but I knew he would keep his word to beat me up if I failed to get him more of my mom’s pictures. I was trying to figure out a way to do it but was coming up empty.

After my shower, I sat in my room listening to some music on my earphone while surfing through my Facebook posts on my laptop. All of a sudden, my mom surprised me from behind, "Hey, do you think your mom should get a Facebook account too?".

I didn't know she was even in the room, and her unexpected presence and question freaked me out, especially since I was thinking about her and how to get what Rohit had asked of me. I just kept staring at her without answering and she asked me again, "Hey, tell me! Will you open up an account for me on facebook?". This time, however, she bent over in a way that gave her magical 36DD breasts a seductive cleavage and although they were covered, her nipple impressions clearly showed through the sheer white fabric. My mind was wandering but I was also too stressed out to get an erection at that point. Suddenly, an idea hit me!

"Uhhh…yes…of course.", I said hesitantly.

“Ah thank you, sona!”, and she kissed me lightly on the cheek.

My mom was about to turn around and leave, when I blurted out. "But, in order to open an account on facebook, you have to have a lot of pictures.", I felt a tinge of nervousness as I said that, half-hoping that my mom would freak out and decide to say no.

But, instead, she went, "Oh yes of course. Then can you do me a favor? Can you take some recent pictures of mine?".

"Yes of course. Wait, let me get my camera.", I was excited now. But my mom didn’t think I’d ask her to pose now.

"Wait, sweety. Let me go back to my room and change into my saree.".

"No need.", I said as I found my camera inside one of my bedside drawers. "I’ll only be capturing the face."

My mom appeared skeptical. But I knew she trusted me, so she agreed. As she stood against one of the wider walls, I asked her to smile. As soon as she did, she looked like the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Her face was plump, fair and youthful and there wasn’t a single mark on her. But I had no intention of only capturing her face. I clicked the first picture, capturing her full frontal body in that nightgown – looking like a hot plus-sized model. "Nice! This will be your profile pic.".

"Really? Is it good? Let me see.", he chirped and approached me, but I quickly retracted and said, "What’s the hurry? I’ll transfer the picture to my laptop and then show you. Tomorrow morning perhaps.".

"Okay, fine. Tomorrow, I’ll wear something better and you can take more pictures.", she giggled with excitement as I nodded. And then left the room.

I breathed a sigh of relief! It was easy convincing her to pose for these pictures. But I was afraid of what Rohit and his friends might do once they got a hold of it.

The next morning, I woke up to an ominous text from Rohit. "Good Morning, you son of a bitch! You remember the promise, right?". I immediately felt a chill run through my spine.

"Yes, I remember.", I texted back with trembling hands.

"If you don’t remember then you’re going to be in a lot of trouble.", I gulped at his response. I quickly got out of bed and took a shower to cool myself off and to plan for what I was going to do.

After my shower, I transferred my mom’s photo to my laptop. I made a copy of the original full-body picture and in that I kept only her face, while cropping out the rest of the body. When I showed it to my mom, she was elated. "When will you open my Facebook account?", she asked while we were having breakfast.

"Tomorrow perhaps, when I have some time.". I have to admit, I was surprised to see her so eager to open up her social networking account. I guess the fact that Dad wasn’t here most of the year and that she was bored sitting at home all day, was getting too much for her. She needed an outlet and social networking websites like Facebook provide the perfect outlet for that kind of boredom. Plus, the fact that her hyper-sexual life had been idle for over a year, also added to her boredom. Fortunately, for me, this was a golden opportunity to grab more of her pictures for Rohit and his friends. For some reason, the idea of taking pictures of my sweet homely mature sexy mother and sharing them with those perverted bullies was starting to have an effect on me. I was definitely getting excited thinking about it. “Ma, ekta chobi die kono laabh nei facebook e. Eksathe 7-8 ta chobi dile tobe lokjon friend-request pathae.” (“Mom, there’s no point is putting up just one picture on Facebook. You need at least 7-8 for people to like you enough to send you friend-request.”

"Really? But I just want to keep in touch with some of our relatives.", she said naively, not understanding the true purpose of my ask.

"Yes, but what if they don’t recognize you with just one picture? So, it’s better to take as many pictures as you can and post them so that everyone can recognize you."

"Oh yes, you’re right, I believe.", my mom said while pondering intensely.

"Why don’t you do one thing, get dressed in a proper outfit because today I’m going to take full pictures of you, which will not only make you look good but also let other people recognize you easily.", I said with a wry smile.

After breakfast, while Bimla was cleaning the house, I quickly went to my bedroom and grabbed the camera. I then went out and knocked on my parent’s bedroom and my mom said from inside, "Come inside, I’m ready." I was pleasantly surprised when I saw her. She was wearing a white sleeveless kameez with blue flower patterns and a light sky blue colored frilly salwar. The kameez was cut with a deep neckline that showed a little cleavage, but she had worn her duppatta over her shoulders which did a good job in somewhat hiding them. The kameez was tight enough that it pulled snug around her natural womanly breasts and back, thereby accentuating her upper-body curves. The dress also had a three-inch light blue ribbon wrapped around her waist just under where her navel was hidden. It gave her waist a tight, thin appearance. Beneath the blue ribbon, the salwar formed around her hips and narrowed around her thighs, while tapering down her ankles. The dress gave her body a strong hour-glass like appearance, which was topped off by the little glimpse of her cleavage. Her finger and toe nails were painted hot red. Her hair was worn down, falling in waves over her bare shoulders, and she’d done a careful job of applying her natural looking lipstick and a touch of eye-liner. All-in-all, she still looked incredibly sexually appealing, but it was more of a natural and innocent look rather than the attention-grabbing sex-crazy look that would have men drooling.

This was starting to feel like an actual photoshoot!

“Click! Click!”, I took some of her pictures standing, some while sitting on the bed and a few other sexy poses of her bending over the table. Before we were done, however, I decided to get bolder. While she was not looking and putting things up the bedroom cupboard, I instantly snapped a picture of her. The movement of lifting her arms up caused her massive jugs to stretch against the material of the kameez making her look incredibly sexy.

"The pictures look good, mom.", I said after that snap. "I’ll transfer the pictures to my laptop tonight and tomorrow I’ll create your facebook profile."

After I came back to my room, I suddenly received another text message from Rohit. "Hey slut-boy, did you finally take those pictures I told you to take?".

“Ugh!”, I sighed. This is not what I wanted to see today – messages after messages from Rohit, on a Saturday. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to think about him again until Monday morning. The phone beeped again.

"Hey piglet, are you ignoring me? If I don’t get a response from you in the next 2 minutes, I’ll bust your sorry ass in college on Monday!"

The threating tone of the message got me really scared and I quickly typed a response, "Yes, Rohit. I didn’t forget. The pictures have been taken. I’ll bring them to college the day after tomorrow."

His reply: "Good boy. If you waited 10 more seconds, you would’ve been in deep trouble. But I can’t wait until Monday. You have to send me those pictures right now!"

I was stunned. I didn’t know how to respond. But I also didn’t have a choice. I knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Ok. I’ll send you the pics right now.”

I locked my bedroom door and within a few minutes, I transferred the pictures from my camera to the computer. My fingers wavered all of 5 seconds before I typed in his email address that he had texted me and pressed “Send”.

After that, every passing minute felt like an agony. My eyes glossed over some of the old folders that contained videos of my mom in compromising situations with Shyam Uncle, Haria and all the other ugly perverts she’d been with. I decided not to open any of those folders for the time being but was constantly reminded of the things I had to do for Shyam Uncle, and how this situation with Rohit felt so similar. In many ways, Rohit seemed far worse than Uncle Shyam because at least the latter was more mature and experienced. Rohit was a just perverse, young, impulsive bully.

Nearly 10 minutes had passed, when I finally got a text from him. "Congrats, wimp-tard! You escaped a beating this coming Monday. Now I have some beautiful HD pics of your whore-mom. Isn’t that great?"

I felt both excited and disgusted at him for talking about my sweet homely naive mother like that. But I was too scared to confront him or even express my excitement to him for fear of him labeling me. “Yes, Rohit.”, I replied. He had me by the balls and I had no choice but to play along with him. At least, I thought now he would leave me alone for the rest of the weekend. But that wasn’t meant to be.

After dinner, I got another text from Rohit, "Hey loser, is your mom asleep?"

I was sitting on one side of the sofa reading a book while my mom was sitting on the other side. When she saw my phone go off, she asked, "Who’s texting you this late?", she asked casually.

"Just a friend from college, mom.", I lied. I mean Rohit was from my college, but he was no friend.

My mom smiled sheepishly. "Do you have a girlfriend? Are you hiding her from your mother?"

"No no, this is just a friend. Asking about the midterms.", I quickly replied.

I made a conscious attempt to hide the screen of my cellphone so that my mom wouldn’t see what was on it or what I was typing. I was afraid she’d find out about what I’d been doing behind her back. "No. We just finished eating dinner.", I texted back.

His reply: "Great news! Excellent timing, because I’m feeling extremely horny right. Take some pics of that whore and send them to me right now."

I was stunned. He wanted pictures now? I decided to make up an excuse. "Rohit, my laptop crashed. It won’t get repaired before tomorrow. I can’t send you pics tonight.", I texted back.

Nothing came back from his side for the next five minutes. I assumed he bought it and gave a sigh of relief. Suddenly, my phone beeped again.

His reply: Chap nish na bokchod! Toke chobi email korte hobe na. Khali chobi tule amae phone e whatsapp kore de. (“Don’t worry, dipshit! You don’t have to email me the pictures. Just take them on your phone and send them to me on whatsapp.”).

I gulped. Now I was really in a bind. I didn’t know how to respond back and say no. I decided there was no way out of this and I replied, “OK”.

After inhaling a good amount of oxygen, I finally found the courage to ask my mom, "Mom, do you want to take some more pics to put on facebook?"

My mom looked at me surprised, "But you haven’t even opened my account yet. So what would I do with all those pictures?"

I quickly made up an excuse, "No, it’s just that you know Maitri aunty, right? I was looking at her facebook profile this afternoon. She has a lot of solo pictures there. I was thinking if you had that many, then your profile would look very attractive."

Maitri aunty was one of my mom’s most avid rivals and she was the one who always spread nasty rumors about her in the neighborhood. Plus, her husband was also a business rival of my Dad’s, so there was a lot of animosity between the two families. The moment she heard Maitri’s aunty’s name, she quickly responded, "Yes, absolutely. Come to my room after 10-15 minutes, when I’m ready." She then bolted to her room while I felt glad that at least the first phase of my plan worked.

After a good 15 minutes, I knocked on her bedroom door and went in as soon as she gave me permission. "How do I look? Is my hair okay?". She was still wearing the tight fitting flower kameez that showed off her bust and that skinny sky-blue salwar that accentuated her arse. She had her hair down just like in the morning and was wearing light make-up. The bonus though was that she was not using her duppatta as in the morning, thereby showing a bit of cleavage due to the deep neckline of the kameez. I guess it was because she trusted me and was more comfortable around me. She looked stunning! She always looked stunning!

I smiled and nodded, "You look gorgeous, mommy." She blushed at the comment.

I took out my phone and my mom immediately asked, "Hey, what happened to the camera?"

I quickly made up a lie, "Camera is not working for some reason. I’ll check it out in the morning. Meanwhile, I’ll use my phone for taking pics."

My sweet naive mother didn’t suspect a thing and agreed. Moreover, I relaxed her by taking taking some pictures just of her head and shoulders, portrait pictures that I showed her to ease her senses and to also give her an idea of what I was taking.

Suddenly, I got a text from Rohit again. "Hurry up! My cock is getting limp.". Thankfully I had kept the phone on silent, so my mom didn’t realize that a text had come in. But I knew this was crunch time and so I took a deep breath and asked my mom, "Mom, put both hands on your hips and twist your body slightly, then you’ll look great for a unique shot."

"Like this?", she asked.

My sweet innocent naïve mother did exactly as she was told and the results were unbelievable! Even though she was wearing a modest dress, her massive 36DD breasts jut out as soon as she did what I told her and she looked sexy as hell posing like that. I immediately snapped a few pictures and sent them over to Rohit on Whatsapp. My heart was racing as I read his response, "Good. But her hair is covering some of her cleavage. Tell the fuck-meat to brush her hair back, so I can see more of her tits."

I hesitated for a second, but then I told her. "Mom, can you brush away some of your hair from the front? I can’t see the dress properly through all that dense hair."

Being a naïve homely housewife, my mom obediently complied, brushing her hair back so the phone-camera got a full view of her cleavage. She, however, kept thinking it was so I could capture more of the dress.

Once I sent those pictures, I immediately got another text, "Ufff….your mom has me hard already. Tell her to put her hands behind her head, while I jerk my cock!".

I have to admit his cheap talks and the fact that he was putting me in this humiliating position of tricking my mom, was making me horny as well. I felt my cock stirring in my pants as I said to her, "Mom, now put your hands behind your head and stand."

My sweet innocent mother complied without any hesitation, causing more of her cleavage to show. I kept snapping photos while constantly getting derogatory and demanding messages from Rohit. "Oh fuck yes! Keep going! I’m already stroking my dick!"

"Now, zoom in on her boobs and give me some close-up tit-pics.". Without stepping any closer to my mom, I zoomed in on her breasts. They were covered by the white-and-blue flower kameez, but the dress was pulled tight around them, showing their round shape. The way she was standing with her hands above her head really pushed out a lot of cleavage out, too. Rohit was a genius!

My mom didn’t suspect a thing as I clicked those pictures. She thought I was taking full photos of the dress. She couldn’t see that I was just zoomed in on her breasts, snapping picture after picture of them as she twisted her body this-way-and-that with her hands behind her head. I even got a few modest ones in there that I could show her without her realizing something fishy was going on.

I didn’t get a response from Rohit again for 2-3 minutes, so I assumed he was busy jerking off to the pictures I already sent to him. "Hey Babu, do you wanna take more pictures?". My mom was getting into it right now and I could tell she was excited.

Since I hadn’t gotten a response, I assumed it was over. I was about to tell her the same, when I got another text. "Uffff…..I can’t hold on for much longer, I don’t think! Your mom’s big melons are really making me hot. Tell her to lean forward, I want you to take pics down her top. Include her face in the pics, too. I want everyone to know who they’re looking at when I show them the pics.". The perversity of his words sent chills down my spine. I had no choice but to ask my mom for this.

"Mom, lean forward. I need to take pictures at another angle.". By this time, my mom was too engrossed in the whole modeling for social media experience that she instantly complied. She placed her hands on her knees and bent forward at the waist. Her dress was very tight when she was standing but when she leaned forward, it loosened a bit and fell forward, allowing a glimpse of her purple bra. I took a few close-up pictures of her breasts as they hung forward, careful to include my mom’s full face as the college stud had instructed.

As soon as I sent them off to Rohit, I immediately got another text, "Wow, your mom is trying to make me blow my load. This is way more fun than jerking to internet porn."

I hate to admit that I felt my own dick getting hard in my pants. Rohit, on the other hand, had quite the arrangement. He was able to rub his dick freely while getting photos after photos of close up, high definition shots straight to his phone.

As expected though, he was not done. "Tell the slut to change in to something formal. I wanna see her in a modern dress." Now I was in a predicament. My mom, to my knowledge, had never worn formal clothes nor did she own any.

I decided to ask. "Mom, taking pictures wearing the same dress is a little boring. Do you have any formal dresses? I mean, any modern dresses besides salwar kameez? Actually, I don’t want people to look at your picture and think you’re a typical small-town suburban housewife."

My mom didn’t seem surprised about what I was asking and instead seemed happy that I was so concerned about her image. She said, "Wait, your Dad has some formal shirts which might fit me. And I also have a pencil skirt that I bought a long time ago. Wait outside and I’ll call you when I’m ready."

While I was waiting outside her door, I got another text message from Rohit. "I’m getting annoyed from waiting."

I felt worried as I read the text. I did not want to test him. I quickly replied back, "Sorry, Rohit. My mom agreed to do the photos. She is just getting ready."

His reply: “Good. Amar bishwas hoche na je tor ma ete eto sohoje raaji hoejache. Mithe kotha bolchis nischoe?” (“Good. I can’t believe your mom is agreeing so easily. You must be lying to her, right?”

My reply: "Yes."

His reply: "Haha. I can’t believe she’s buying all the lies you’re telling her. She’s not very smart, is she? But at least she makes up for being it by having such a pretty face and banging-hot body!"

My mom opened the door before I could type out a response. I was stunned as soon as I laid eyes on her. She was looking incredibly hot wearing a white formal buttoned up shirt and a dark pencil skirt that ended just below her knees. Since the shirt was obviously my Dad’s size, it fit tightly around her bosom, clearly tracing the outline of her bra. The pencil skirt hugged her hips and womanly thighs tightly as well, and bubble butt was nicely showcased underneath it. Below her skirt, her long silky legs were always a turn on as it is – being smooth and elegant as ever. The shirt was tucked into her skirt with a wide belt accentuating her fleshy waist.

She asked me how she looked and I was speechless. I could only smile and gesture my index finger and thumb in an ‘O’ to show her that she looked perfect.

I almost forgot what I was there to do, when I got another text from Rohit, "Hurry up, dickhead!"

I quickly adjusted my phone and suggested different posed to my mom. "Mom, put your hands on the table behind you and grip the edge.".

"What will that do, sweetie?", she asked curiously.

"Two years ago when I was doing my internship, there I saw office women taking pictures in these poses. Just trust me. I won’t lie to you.", I said, feeling guilty but also getting highly turned on.

My sweet naïve mother believed me and complied. This position thrust her breasts forward against her shirt, straining her buttons against her large breasts.

I clicked that picture and sent to Rohit.

His reply: "Uffff….tell her to open a few buttons."

"Why don't you unbutton a few buttons? Your shirt looks a little tight.".

"You’re right, sweetie.". My hot, sexy, bossy-looking mother unbuttoned her top two buttons showing a little cleavage whenever she leaned slightly forward. Of course, I was ready to take pictures of her as soon as she did.

After sending them to Rohit, he replied, "Ufff….that’s it, not much longer now!"

My mom was coming up with her own poses now. She put her hands back on the table behind her and threw her head back, causing her breasts to push up, almost half-exposed. I quickly took another picture and sent to Rohit. I didn’t receive a message from him right away. He must have been too busy, enjoying the photo I just sent. I snapped another. Then a third.

After two whole minutes, I got a response from him, "Damn, she is a real attention starved slut. She knows all the signature pornstar poses."

He followed that last text with another one. "Now tell her to sit. I want some shots of her legs."

I asked my mom the same and she hurried over to the bed and sat on the edge, crossing her legs. I snapped pictures of her sitting like that as she stretched both her arms back on the bed behind her, rocking a coy and sexy smile. I groaned softly as my dick strained against my pants at this tantalizing view. As she leaned back, inadvertently pushing her chest out, I took several pictures of her sprawled there, focusing on her cleavage.

His reply: "Get down on your knees to get a better angle, then tell the slut to uncross and recross her legs, and keep taking pics the whole time she does it. Don’t forget to include the pornstar’s face in each shot."

I got on my knees, and my mom did as requested. While she was uncrossing her legs, I snapped two full pictures of her uncrossed, slighty-spread legs, with her exposed purple panties in view. As she recrossed her legs, she had no idea that I was snapping photos the whole time. The camera was silent and my mom was assuming I would wait until she was posing before I snapped the pics. "How’s that?", she asked once her legs were fully crossed.

"That looks good.", I replied guiltily, knowing I’d just betrayed my mom’s trust and snapped photos up her skirt for Rohit. The phone message confirmed it: "That was a nice upskirt shot, I got a great view of her juicy, hungry pussy hidden by her panties. Her cleavage and face are in full view in the shot, too. Waaooow!"

I flushed as I read his texts. "Do you want to take more pictures?", as my mom said this, she hopped up on her knees, staying on the bed, and turned her back to me. She looked back over her shoulder, and brushed her hair out of her face. Damn! She looked so amazing! The dress followed all of her curves and hugged her plump-ass so tight that you could see the outline of her panties stretching against the material. I think she was trying to fix the bed, but unbeknownst to her, she was putting up quite the illicit show. She actually reminded me of another porn scene; the part of the video where the pornstar just finished sucking a guy’s hard dick, and then bent over, impatiently waiting to be fucked.

I snapped as many pictures as I could while she was in that pose and immediately sent them to Rohit. By the time I got a response, my mom had gotten back into her original comparatively modest position. But as soon as I read the response, I felt relieved.

His reply: "Ohhhh Shit! I just came! Uffff….you mom is a hot bitch!"

After reading his text, I finally said to my mom, "OK mom that’s perfect, I think I got all I need."

My sweet innocent mother had no idea the double-meaning behind that statement. "Thank you, sweety, for being patient with your mommy." We said good-night to each other and I then went back to my room. As soon as I closed the door, I took off my pants and started jerking off. I came within seconds!