Mommy fucked by Headmaster infront of me

This is not fiction. The names of the people involved, including mine, have been changed for obvious reasons. But believe me, it is all true, though it happened a long time ago, when I was just a kid. Although I am a rich businessman now, I come from a very poor family. I was the only child of my parents. My father owned a tea-shop in a suburban area of Kerala. We lived in a small house behind the tea-shop. My parents worked hard to make both ends meet. Since they were fairly educated people and understood the value of education well, they had high ambitions regarding my own education. I was not bad at studies. Though I was an only child, I was not a spoiled one. I was very obedient to my parents. Looking back, I think that we were a happy family, despite our poverty.

Then things began to change for us. My father fell ill seriously and, after remaining bedridden for nearly a year, he died. I was only twelve then. After his death, my mother tried to run our tea-shop alone. But she soon found out that she could not do it on her own. I suggested to her that I could stop going to school and help her in the tea-shop. But she would not allow that, even though our financial condition was fast becoming from bad to worse. During my father's long illness, we had to borrow a lot of money from our friends and relatives.

They were now coming to our house almost everyday and demanding their money back. It was during this time that a woman in our neighbourhood told my mother that an old couple in our locality were looking for a servant-woman who could do all the household work and take care of them by staying with them in their house. My mother and I went to see this old couple. We found that they were in their fifties. The old man, who was called Vasu, was a retired school-teacher. His wife's name was Parvathi. They had a son and a daughter who were now married and were living abroad with their respective families. Vasu and Parvathi wanted to know if my mother had any previous experience of working as a servant-woman. When my mother told them that she had the experience of running a tea-shop for more than ten years, they were more than satisfied and were ready to take my mother in as the servant-woman of their house. They warned her that she would have to do all the work alone without any complaints. My mother agreed.

Thus we started a new life. To clear all our debts, my mother sold the tea-shop and our house and we moved into the house of the old couple. It was not a big house. It was a rather old-fashioned house. We were given a small room behind the kitchen to live in. The old couple seemed to be good people. Parvathi was initially a little reserved when she talked with my mother. But when she saw that my mother was a good and hard-working woman, she became quite attached to her. The old woman was a very talkative type. But she was ill most of the time. So my mother had to take good care of her. Vasu, on the other hand, was a quiet man. He hardly opened his mouth in the house. But he seemed to be kind hearted. Since he had been a school-teacher, I would often take his help with my lessons. He was always eager to help. My mother was thankful to him for that. The old couple did not have many visitors in their house, therefore they valued our company very much.

Most of what my mother earned as salary was spent on my education. Often it was not enough. Sometimes when I asked for money to buy books or other things she would borrow from Parvathi. Parvathi would tell her that the borrowed amount would be cut from her next month's salary. But often my mother would get the full salary itself; the old woman would ask her to forget the money she had borrowed. The old woman was kind to my mother in many other ways also. Often, when her children sent her presents from abroad, she would give something or the other to my mother. I used to wonder why she was being so kind to us. But soon Parvathi was to ask something from my mother in return for all the kindness she was showering on us.

One day I was in my room studying for my exams. My mother was in the kitchen. Parvathi came to the kitchen and struck a conversation with my mother. At first I was not paying any attention to what she was talking. Then when I realized that she was discussing Vasu's sex life, I naturally began to listen attentively. The old woman was saying that in his youth her husband had been rather shy. He had not taken much interest in sexual activities. It was only after their children had grown up that he began to show a keen desire for sex.

And now, even in his old age he was showing a wild interest in sex which, she said, was very embarrassing. She said that she felt pity for the poor man because he had failed to enjoy himself fully during his "best times."

" What can I do?" she told my mother." At my age I cannot satisfy his hunger. Moreover, he does no desire me at all. I feel sorry for him." Here she paused. Then she said to my mother," You can help him." There was another pause. Then she told my mother in very plain words that she could help him by having sex with him. My heart was beating wildly when heard this. I was waiting with abated breath to see how my mother was going to react. She was undoubtedly shocked to hear this, just like me. There was silence for a few moments from her part. Then she told Parvathi that she could not even think of doing it, that it was a sin and the gods would never forgive her. To my amazement the old woman became quite angry. She reminded my mother of the many times she had helped her. She called my mother a thankless woman. Then she suddenly started to cry. She told my mother that she was ready to fall on her feet. "I can't bear to see him suffer," she said, weeping." That's why I'm begging you. He cannot do it with an outside woman, because then somehow people will know. You live in our house. You are not an outsider. So there is no danger of anybody finding out. Besides, at his age do you think that he will be very demanding? Just let him hold you once in a while. That's all." She kept on talking like this obstinately and eventually my mother was forced to say yes to her strange request. Parvathi was overjoyed. She thanked my mother again and again. Then she said," I will send him to your room tonight, after Hari is asleep."

I was fourteen when this happened. At that time I had already started experimenting with sex. I used to talk a lot about sex with my friends and we also used to watch a lot of adult movies in the local theatres. But none of us - at least, not me - had ever seen a blue film. It was my greatest desire to see a blue film. My mother was in her late thirties at that time. She was a very beautiful woman with a whitey complexion and a body which was the dream of every man. At my age I was very much aware of the sensuality of her body. We shared a single room and it was impossible for me to turn a blind eye to her voluptuous figure. I used to feel very guilty when I found myself eying at her large stans,(breasts) her midriff, her deep navel. But she was not at all aware of my feelings. She thought that I was still a small kid. Sometimes she would change her sari standing right in front of me. And I already knew that Vasu had an eye on her. Although he hardly talked with my mother, I had so many times seen him gazing at her body longingly.

"Come," he said," you also lie down." My mother hesitated. Then she stepped closer to the cot. He shifted his position to the edge of the cot. " Lie here," he said, patting gently to indicate that he wanted her to lie between him and me. For some reason he wanted to lie at the edge. This position suited me also, because if he was to lie between me and my mother then I would not be able to see what he was going to do to her.

My mother climbed on the cot at the foot and moved on all fours to reach him. Her sari slid off her shoulder, revealing her big, round tits, packed tightly in her white blouse. The sight of the two stans seemed to freeze Vasu with excitement for a brief moment. My mother covered herself again and reclined gently, resting her head on the pillow, a little away from him. I was sure that she was hardly touching him. But he could not keep from touching her. He lay unmoving for a while. Then he raised himself on his elbow and continued to gaze at her lips, her neck, her stans, her whole body for a long time, as if he was seeing a woman for the first time.

Then, completely overcome by the passion, he grasped her shoulder and bent down to kiss her face. She turned her face away from him. He lowered his head further and managed to plant kisses on her cheeks, chin and lips. He kissed her a number of times, all noisy, wet kisses that reflected the great lust he was having for her. Then he straightened and looked at her briefly. He then slowly pulled away her sari from her shoulder, uncovering her boobs and belly. My mother impulsively crossed her hands in front of her bosom to cover her boobs. He brushed away her hands imhusbandently and placed his palm on her somewhat large belly, on the smooth, warm area just below her navel and started to move his hand up. When he reached the navel, he dug his middle finger into it and circled it around a number of times. Then his hand moved to her midriff. A sudden aaah escaped her when he squeezed the soft milk white flesh there which had doubled up deliciously with age. Then his hand began to journey to her boobs. His palm gently cupped one stan and moved in a circle all over it, as if to feel its size and rotundity.

Finally his palm rested at its tip and he squeezed the tit five times, pressing down as he squeezed. I counted as he squeezed. He did the same with the other stan. Though my mother tried to stop him by holding his hand a couple of times, she was in reality enjoying it all. But she was frightened. Frightened that I may wake up, frightened to reveal her passion to this old man who until now she had respected as she would respect a father, frightened because she knew that what they were doing was naked sin. She kept on breathing fast and she gulped a number of times between her aaahs, as if her mouth was watering. Vasu now sat up excitedly. He proceeded to undo the hooks of her blouse one by one. My mother whispered to him," Aiyo, please, not now! What if Hari wakes up?" The old man ignored her protests completely. She glanced at me timidly, then she looked at his hands which were husbandently undoing one hook after another as the thin material of her blouse began to strain because her stans seemed to be growing bigger and bigger every second.

Finally, as the last hook was undone, my mother's big boobs seemed to jump out to their freedom. They were big, as big as ripe coconuts, with dark choochees that were fully erect. I was quite taken aback by the length of the choochees. Each choochee was almost as long as my little finger. Vasu was trying unsuccessfully to grab one boob in each of his palm. He would hold both boobs in a firm grip and try to lift them up. First he would seem to succeed, then the smooth tits would just slither out of his hand. He then ran the flat of his palms all over the boobs greedily and kneaded them, first gently and then, as his passion grew, a little roughly.

He took the choochees between each thumb and forefinger and pulled them up vigorously. My mother aaahed," Ummm…aahhh…" I almost ejaculated when I heard that aaah. Of course, I was not masturbating. I was not even holding my ling which, naturally, was very much erect. I was simply longing to jerk off, though. But my situation was such that I could not move a muscle. The old man lowered his head and started licking the choochee and the surrounding area of one stan. He opened his mouth wide and took the choochee and also a large portion of the stan itself into his mouth. Then he slowly lifted his head, letting the stan and the choochee slither out. He repeated this several times. Then he suddenly asked my mother to take off her blouse completely. She hesitated and threw a glance at me. Then, raising her torso , she peeled off her blouse. She looked like a sex goddess now. She had fleshy shoulders and arms and a slightly bulging belly. Her long, straight hair hung loose and seemed to cover her back completely. Age had only made her body nothing but juicy. Yes, I was thinking that she looked like a ripe and juicy mango. She raised her arms to tie her hair and I watched in delight how her big bobs joggled from side to side with her movements.

Now Vasu couldn't hold himself any longer. With his free hand he pulled away his mundu and dropped it on the floor. Underneath he had nothing else on. He was stark naked! I saw his ling. It was a large organ, nearly six inches long. It was not yet fully erect. Grabbing my mother by her shoulders he climbed over her. "No," she said, trying to push him off her," not now. Hari will wake up." But the old man was not to be stopped." We will not make much noise," he whispered to her and started kissing her cheeks and lips noisily as before, but now with double the passion.

My mother glanced at me nervously once or twice. I was hardly breathing. The bright moonlight flooding into the room through the window fell straight upon Vasu's back. I watched as he caught the fat lower lip of my mother between his teeth and pulled at it gently. Finally, she let the hold on herself slip. She let herself be overcome by passion, completely. She threw her fleshy arms around the old man and began to rub her cheeks with his, her eyes shut, her mind completely relishing the pleasure he was giving her.

She began to aaah in abandon, not caring at all whether her son lying on the adjoining cot was awake or sleeping. The flat of her palms continuously traveled up and down his back, speaking the message that now she was completely with him in this game, that he was not to stop, not until they both had had enough. Vasu, too, was breathing hard and softly aaahing like her. As they moved wildly, the cot was creaking noisily, as if it too was aroused. I watched as twice my mother put her hand between their writhing bodies to hold his erect ling, to squeeze it, to feel its hardness. They continued in this manner for about five minutes. Now they were sweating a little because the night was hot, hot and calm. In the dreamy moonlight, sweat shone on my mother's stans and belly and on Vasu's back.

They stopped moving. "Take off your sari," said Vasu, climbing down from her body." Um," said she. She tied up her hair again; it had got untied and completely disheveled during their long "wrestle." She gently stood up on the cot and began to unfasten her sari. I watched with abated breath as she dropped her sari onto the floor and started undoing the string of her petticoat. The petticoat came down, revealing her fat, round thighs and her hairy choot(pussy). The thighs were milk white. Sweat shone on them, like the rest of her. She lifted her legs to step out of her petticoat. She dropped it and stood on the cot stark naked. Vasu had been watching her all the time, his back resting against the wall, his hand holding his big laura (cock). Moonlight fell on my mother's naked body, showing every curve. She was every inch a sex goddess. Her long hair fell down loose again. But this time she let it be and came down on her knees. Vasu rose from his position to take her into his arms. She received him with open arms. With both of them on their knees, they hugged each other in a loving aalinghan (hug), feeling for each other's body with hands that were restless.

I saw Vasu's hand come to rest on my mother's ample buttocks, hold them firmly and knead their fleshy round bulk. My mother chooma (gave kiss) Vasu on the cheeks and neck. She stroked her cheeks on the hair on his chest. Now Vasu held her shoulders and made her lie down as she had been lying before. He was going to fuck her. She aaahed and looked at him in anticihusbandon. She spread her fat thighs and he kneeled down between them, holding his ling. With his fingers he gently stroked and pulled at the hair on her choot(pussy). She lifted her choot up to him. Here, take it all, she seemed to be saying. Now he touched the tip of his laura(cock) to her choot. She froze, waiting. He pushed and I almost sat up on my cot just to have a closer look at things. He let his laura(cock) completely disappear into my mother's choot(cunt). She aaahed, a long aaah of simply unbearable pleasure.

 He caught hold of her shoulders to balance himself and started to move his pelvis back and forth, back and forth, the cot creaking with his motion." Ummmmm…ahhhh…uummmmm," my mother aaahed. She did not know what to do with her hands for they were moving in all directions, touching whatever they felt like touching. They seemed to have a life of their own. The old man, because of his age was moving rather slowly. My imhusbandent mother was again and again raising her hips, urging him to move faster. He kept moving for about five minutes and then he began to pant vigorously. Soon he was totally drenched in sweat. Mother make him stopped suddenly.

 

"You lie down. I move.," She said to Vasu”. So they repositioned themselves. Vasu lay down with his head resting on the pillow. Mother stood with her knees planted on either sides of his body. She guided his equipment into her wet choot once again and started moving. Oh, how she moved! The cot creaked wildly and I was wondering if it would give away. Oh, how her stans (breasts) were jumping up and down with her. She would pause occasionally to brush away a strand of her loose hair from her face. She was softly aaahing as she moved, giving Vasu the thrill of his life. Vasu lay relaxed. His hands occasionally rose to touch her lovely stans(breasts), or to hold her sweating buttocks. Sometimes she would hold Vasu's shoulder and lean forward as she moved, her oversized stans hanging flaccidly over his face. Oh, how the twin coconuts would dance. I looked without even blinking, so as not to miss anything. Ma was taking long breadth and with every jerk she maid. They fucked for ten minutes. Then suddenly my mother started to jerk vigorously and became slightly hostile. The coat was making very loud sound with her every thrust. She new this heavy sound could wake me. But she ignored it and gave all her concentration to take the pleasure in her cunt, that she was missing for long. I knew That their climax was coming. Then suddenly ma jerked heavily and cried UFFF…. MAAAAA…. I understood it was over for tonight. when their passion was spent, they lay down exhausted in each other's arms. But, in another ten minutes, they were ready for one more go.

My mother was taken the top position once again. While fucking, they ware talking easily and making some dirty jokes also. I understood my mother accepted Vasu normally just after one fuck. But they could not last long this time. My mother was riding Vasu bare back (i.e. without any protection) he had emptied all his semen in my mother’s choot (cunt). I was afraid that he might get my mother pregnant. What a fool I was, when my mother was not worried of the consequences, why should I.

Then my mother asked Vasu, what if I get pregnant, since you have not used any protection?

Vasu said I will marry you if you get pregnant.

What about your wife?

I will divorce her if you so desire.

What about your son ‘Hari’ ‘Vasu’ asked my mom

If you want you can arrange some hostel for him My mom said.

Vasu then asked again can you stay without your loving kid.

Mom said if you want I can even kick in his ass and through him out from this house also.

Listening this Vasu said I love you very much my darling.

My mother took his head and planted it deeply in her huge breasts saying “I am also going to love you madly and from tonight I can do anything for you to make you happy.

Then my mother said I am very happy to listen that you can divorce your wife for me.

But why should I ask you to divorce your wife. She is so nice. It is she, who has provided me with this lovely opportunity to enjoy sex after my husband’s death. I was not able to bear the heat of my youth. i want to fuck you daily my cupid

The night that changed her life