lay on my dorm bed at 1:30 in the night. My residence hall room, in the University of Texas, was dark. The other bed in the room was empty. Diego had already gone home, earlier that evening, for the summer holidays.
I lay on my front, propped up on my elbows. My phone leaned against the pillow, playing an Instagram video. It was professionally shot and featured a hot, mature woman doing yoga workout. She wore a sports bra and skintight shorts, showcasing her curves. The attire accentuated her lovely firm breasts and taut, round ass. She was incredibly well maintained for a 44-year-old. My cock gave an involuntary lurch as she bent forward. Her deep cleavage and the top of her breasts were on full display for a moment.
She looked like someone 10 years younger and performed the various asanas effortlessly. The moves, completely innocent to the regular eyes, felt extremely sensuous to my gaze. My lust filled, 20-year-old, brain showed me a different image; the woman lying naked on her bed, writhing with pleasure. She finished the last yoga pose with a namaste and blew a goodbye kiss to her followers. I closed Instagram on my phone and opened WhatsApp.
The last message from her, a few hours earlier, read -- Goodnight. Fly safe kiddo. Mom's waiting for you.
***
I got into the cab the next morning. A small trolley bag and a backpack were my luggage for the trip back home. Settling into the back seat, I buckled up for the half hour drive to Dallas Fort Worth International airport.
My thoughts turned to mom as the cab started driving. Samaira was a Bollywood celebrity based in Mumbai, India. She started her career as a model and VJ. A trained dancer, she had swiftly transitioned into Bollywood, doing dance numbers and small roles in movies. Although, never making it to the big league, she remained a popular celebrity. Her romantic relationship with Bollywood superstar, Ardaas Khanna, resulted in an unplanned pregnancy at the age of 24. This led to a quick wedding and I, Arhaan Khanna, was born.
Growing up, I received all the love and care in the world from mom and dad. Although they were both busy with their respective careers, they always made time for their only son. As I entered my teens, my parents grew apart gradually. They argued a lot, sometimes leading to shouts and fights.
"Your dad and I are going through a rough patch, kiddo. Happens in most marriages," mom said. She had come to my room one night after a particularly nasty shouting match with dad.
"Are you guys thinking of divorce? I heard that word during your... argument."
"We don't know yet. But no matter what happens, your dad and I will always love you," she said, kissing my forehead.
I paid the cab driver and entered the airport. My flight was scheduled for 11:50 am. I completed the check-in, grabbed my boarding pass and lined up for the security check.
I recalled dad's words from five years earlier. My entire world had just shattered.
"I'll always love you, buddy. Never forget that," dad had said, his eyes moist and voice choked up. "I'll see you on the weekends whenever I am home. Or you can come visit me on sets. Whatever you wish. This house is always open to you."
I had hugged him and cried openly. My parents had finally divorced and mom got my custody. I got into the car and mom drove off. We moved out of dad's house into mom's duplex within Mumbai.
The security personnel called me forward and frisked me gently. I collected my phone, laptop and backpack from the scanner and proceeded towards Customs and Immigration.
My life went through quite a few major changes after my parents split. Thankfully, money was never an issue. Dad paid for my education and child support. Mom started working again. She was still in great shape and went back to modelling. She opened a yoga studio and had Bollywood celebrities and other rich clientele lining up. She appeared as a judge in several dance, fashion and talent reality shows. Slowly and steadily, she rebuilt her brand and celebrity status.
Customs and Immigration was passed without any issue. I went to the lounge area, bought a cup of coffee and settled down on a chair.
When I had turned 18, mom had started dating again. Through common friends, she met Nakul. He was a young actor in Bollywood and 12 years her junior. The two got into a relationship. It was slightly awkward for me to read, mom being ridiculed on social media for dating a much younger guy. Vile, nasty stuff was written about her. The same social media, hypocritically, never bat an eyelid when my 50-year-old dad romanced actresses half his age in the movies. Mom had a frank discussion with me before embarking on her new relationship and I supported her wholeheartedly. She introduced me to Nakul. I had known him only by reputation and had seen a few of his movies. He seemed like a cool guy in real life and I was happy for mom.
A few months later, I moved to Texas for my higher studies. Shortly after, Nakul moved in with mom into her house.
Life at Arlington was very different than Mumbai. I had been to the US earlier on vacation with my parents. I had also spent a few months in the country, visiting my aunt and uncle, during my high school holidays. I quickly adjusted to life on the campus.
The biggest and most pleasant change was my relative anonymity. Nobody gave a shit that I was the son of a Bollywood superstar. I found this blessedly relaxing, free to go anywhere and do anything without fear of being scrutinized. I made several new friends at the university. They treated me normally just like everyone else. They became his friends because they liked me, not because they wanted to be in my parents' social circle.
I got in line with the other passengers at the gate after the announcement. The line slowly moved forward until I showed the boarding pass and got onto the bus, waiting on the tarmac.
As the bus started moving the passengers towards the plane, I remembered my high school friends bitterly. I studied at the prestigious Dhirubhai Ambani International School in Mumbai. My friends there had all been from families of Bollywood celebrities, businessmen and politicians. It was an elite school catering to the rich and influential. I had always been a popular kid. Yet, only a few weeks after my parents' divorce, many of my friends started to avoid me.
"Oh, that's strange! I thought I'd invited you. I wondered why you didn't show up," Karan said, when I had asked why he hadn't invited me to his birthday party. "No big deal, bro. Definitely next time."
Many of my 'best friends' planned outings and trips while conveniently forgetting to invite him. This sudden change was baffling yet not wholly unexpected. I realized those fuckers were waiting and watching, if I was still tight with dad even though I stayed with mom.
Anaya, my girlfriend of the time, was mercifully, more straightforward.
"Arhaan, I like you a lot. But we can't see each other anymore. Right now, you're not good for my image," she had said. "Things might change in a few years. We can absolutely be a hot couple again, once you make your Bollywood debut."
Bitch! That was the last time I had spoken to her. The whole incident had changed my entire perspective about who I was and who my real friends were.
I boarded the United 358 and got to my seat. Storing my backpack on the overhead compartment, I settled down. Wireless headphones over my ears, I buckled in for the flight.
Most surprising phenomenon at the university had been my new friends' reactions to mom. They had absolutely freaked out when I had shown them a family picture.
"Dude, no way! That's your mom? I thought that's your sister or something," Diego said.
When Diego, Erik and Cho realized mom was a bona fide celebrity, they quickly got to her IG. They scrolled through her posts, eyes popping out.
"Sorry dude, I have to say," said Erik, "Ms. Arora is now my gold standard when it comes to a MILF."
Cho said nothing. He just kept scrolling through, mouth slightly open with hint of a drool.
I had watched them with disgust. "Come on guys, stop it. She's my mother!"
My high school friends had all been brought up in the same environment of glamour and fashion. Most of their parents or relatives were actors, models or fashion icons. They had the good sense not to comment about each other's family, at least not openly. I found my new friends' behavior bizarre and somewhat offensive.
When they noticed my discomfort, they had behaved even more bizarrely in front of me the next few days, until I laughed out loud at their antics. I had to admit that mom was still extremely hot and sexy for her age. She worked hard to maintain herself and it showed. Viewed from my friends' perspectives, I started to see her in a new light; not just as my mother but also a woman, an extremely beautiful, graceful and sensuous woman.
***
After an almost 3-hour flight, I disembarked at the Washington Dulles international airport. There was a 2-hour layover. I tried to watch a new show on streaming but was distracted. I thought about the last time I had gone home, earlier that year during the Spring holidays.
It had been my first time back home after Nakul had moved in. Mom had asked me if I'd be ok having him in the house. She wanted me to get to know her boyfriend better. Nevertheless, Nakul had offered to shift back to his own apartment during my holidays. I had declined the offer. He turned out to be a cool guy; funny and charming with an easy personality. He and mom tried to keep their displays of affection to a minimum while I was in the house. They didn't shy away from hugging or kissing in front of me, but I could feel mom was slightly guarded. I didn't really mind but thought she might be giving me time to adjust.
On the morning of the third day of my Spring holidays, mom said, "I'll be out for the whole day, kiddo."
"Work?"
"Yeah, I shot a music video with Meet Sandhu last week. Going for a pick-up shoot today."
"Wow! Meet Sandhu is the newest music sensation among my Indian Canadian friends."
"Yes, he's a sensation here too. Great guy," she said. "What's your plan for the day?"
"Nakul and I are playing Elden Ring on his PlayStation."
Mom rolled her eyes. "Guys and their games," she remarked. "When are you meeting your dad? Did you call him?"
"He's in Hyderabad for a shoot. Will be back in 3 - 4 days."
"Alright. Have fun. I'll see you tonight," she said. "Call your friends as well," she said, going out the door.
Nakul had a few days off before his next shooting schedule. I had a blast hanging out with him. We played games, went for a ride in his Maserati Levante, went to his favorite place for lunch, came back and played more games. We took a break from our gaming in the afternoon.
"Dude, I'll be out on the balcony," Nakul said, touching two fingers to his lips. "You want one?"
"No, thanks. I don't smoke."
"Good, that's good. Keep it up. Hey, my trainer clicked some of my workout pics this morning for Insta. Can you select two that looks best?"
"Yeah, sure."
"There's my phone. I'll be back in few minutes."
"Take your time."
Nakul headed upstairs for the first-floor balcony. After he left, I picked up his phone and browsed through his workout pictures. Wow! More than 6 feet tall, he maintained an impressive physique which complimented that of mom. Broad shoulders, muscular chest, bulging triceps and biceps with a nice six pack of abs. I had always been skinny and athletic but never interested in fitness beyond sports. Mom was a fitness fanatic and it seemed she had met her match in Nakul. Both posted their workout pics and nutrition tips on social media regularly.
I selected two pics of Nakul where he was working on his back and lats. Curious, I continued browsing his gallery. Lots of pics of mom, many selfies of mom and him. They looked like a very happy and hot couple.
Something caught my eye, buried deep within the gallery. I scrolled down and tapped on it; a pic of mom in a skimpy, lacy, black lingerie. The pic was quite dark, visible only due to the phone's excellent low-light camera. It looked like her bedroom. She relaxed on the bed with a glass of wine in one hand. I had seen her in lingerie before from her modelling photoshoots. But this... this was private and personal. I looked around. I was still alone.
The next pic took my breath away. Mom was topless now, shot from the side. She knelt on her bed, firm, round ass on display, still covered by that lacy panty. Her hands were raised at the back of her head, holding up her lustrous hair. Her right breast, visible from the sides, stood high on her chest, defying gravity. An erect nipple stood out sharply against her profile. I swiped the screen again and my eyes went wide. The last pic in the series showed her lying on the bed, completely naked. One hand played with a hard nipple while the other caressed her pussy.
My heart thundered in my chest. Again, I looked around the living room. Still alone. Quickly sending the three pics of mom to my phone, I placed Nakul's phone back on the table.
***
I boarded my next flight, the United 52, from Washington Dulles international airport at 5:50 pm. I settled in my seat for the long 8 hours flight.
I texted mom -- Leaving Washington. Will switch to flight mode shortly.
Mom replied -- Alright, safe journey. Let me know when you land in Zurich. Bye, kiddo.
Nakul had returned shortly after his smoke. I showed him the workout pics I had selected. He got busy creating a new post in IG. I excused myself and went upstairs to my room. My heart rate was still elevated. I opened my phone and checked mom's pics again, this time savoring the details within the privacy of my room.
I looked at her first nude pic. The sultry pose mom struck was every hot-blooded male's fantasy. Her eyes were closed, face tilted slightly upwards. Her hands bent at the elbows, holding up her lustrous hair at the back of her head. The pic was shot from a sideways quarter angle, showcasing mostly her toned back and butt cheeks. Only her right breast was partially visible. It stood upright, defying gravity, her light brown nipple erect.
I checked out the next nude pic. The first one was innocent enough, but this one was undeniably sexual. Mom lay on her bed, on her back. Her legs were bent at her knees, one hand between them. My cock hardened in my pants. It was wrong to look at these pics. I wondered what came over me that I had stupidly send these to my phone. My finger hovered over the delete icon, but I zoomed in on mom's crotch, instead. Her pussy was almost covered by her hand, but I could see she was clean shaven down there. She held a medium sized pink vibrator pressed to her pussy. Her other hand played with her erect nipple. There was an expression of sexual pleasure and wanton desire on her face that I had never seen before.
An image flashed across my mind; an image of me between mom's legs, sinking my hard cock into her pussy. I threw the phone away on my bed as if it burned me. I shook my head and stood up, pacing the room. It was wrong, so wrong, my mind said. Yet my body and cock thought otherwise.
A knock came from the door.
"I am going out in a minute. You wanna come?" Nakul asked, outside the room.
"Nope. I am meeting some friends."
"Ok. See you later."
I breathed a sigh of relief. My cock was still at full mast. I went into the bathroom and took a shower to cool down. I called a few friends and went out with them to get my mind off mom.
That night was restless. I tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep. I picked up my phone and put it back again. An uncontrollable urge wanted me to look at mom's naked pics again. Fighting myself, I sat on the bed, then paced the room. Hardening my resolve, I opened my phone and quickly deleted the pics before I could change my mind.
***
I flushed the airplane toilet and washed my hands. Most of the cabin lights had been switched off. Many fellow passengers were already asleep for the night. I settled back into my seat, put on my headphones and eye mask and tried to get some sleep.
The next morning, I sat at the dining table, absently staring at mom. She wore a low-cut tank top and shorts as she made breakfast. My eyes were glued to her shapely round ass, showcased perfectly in those fitting shorts. A hint of cleavage peeked out of her top.
"Dude, you still with me?" Nakul asked, waving a hand in front of me.
I jolted out of my reverie. Nakul was in his track pants and toweled off the sweat from his upper bare body. He was back from his morning workout.
"Yeah, I... uh... blanked out for a second."
Nakul looked at me curiously and followed my gaze back towards mom. I looked away, deliberately. Mom placed the breakfast of eggs, sprouts and protein shake on the table.
"You look tired, kiddo. You sleep well last night?" she asked.
"Not really."
"Talking to your girlfriend back in the US? Or simply missing her?" she asked, teasing me.
"What? No," I said, serving some scrambled eggs on to my plate.
"He doesn't have a girlfriend," Nakul said.
"Oh! He must have gone on several dates at least, haven't you?"
"Dates yes. Girlfriend no," I said.
"You're using condoms, right, kiddo?" she asked, sternly.
"Of course, mom! Just... will you please stop talking?" I said, irritated and embarrassed.
"Alright, alright. Now eat your breakfast. I am going to take a shower."
I stared at mom's swaying ass as she entered her ground floor bedroom. Nakul was watching me again. I quickly turned my attention to my plate.
"Dude?"
"Yeah?"
"You know, we never had a chat about I dating your mom. She asked me not to bring it up earlier. But you're a grown man. We're practically friends now. Hope you're fine with all this."
"It's up to her, who she wants to date. And you're cool. That's all that matters."
Nakul nodded. "Thanks."
He drank his protein shake and looked back at mom's room. The door was still closed.
"You know, your mom's a wonderful woman. I learn a lot from her every day. She's smart, intelligent, graceful and of course, incredibly hot and sexy."
I nodded, focusing on my sprouts and said, "Yes, she's uh... really smart."
"And hot as hell. I really respect the way she takes care of her body, the way she carries herself. Man, she's wild in bed!" Nakul said.
I chuckled, nervously. "Ok! TMI."
***
That night, my thoughts revolved around mom once again. Against my better judgement, I recovered her nude pics from the trash folder of my phone back into the gallery. As I gazed at those pics, Nakul's words echoed in my head -- She's wild in bed. I could only imagine.
It was almost 1 am and I still couldn't sleep. Wanting to spend some time on the balcony, I opened my bedroom door. The house was dark, but I recognized the glow of the 80" LED TV from the ground floor living room. I slowly moved towards the stairs and looked down. Nakul sat on the couch, with a drink in hand, watching an old Hollywood movie.
I was about to move away, when mom walked into the living room downstairs. She was wearing a tank top and panties. She picked up the remote and muted the TV.
"Hey honey, I was waiting for you in bed," she said.
"Oh, sorry. I got into this old movie. It's interesting."
Mom straddled Nakul on the couch. "More interesting than me?"
He smiled. "No, not really."
Mom leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. I froze and lowered myself down, sitting on the floor, instinctively, to hide myself. Nakul hugged her tightly, kissing deeply and passionately. The light from the TV illuminated the scene below.
Mom pulled off her tank top and let it hit the floor. Holy shit! And just like that, mom was topless in an instant. I had just been 'studying' her naked form on my phone minutes earlier. Here she was, naked, live in front of me which looked infinitely better. Her lovely, round, gravity defying breasts bobbed slightly and settled on her chest. Light brown, erect nipples adorned her beautiful breasts.
My heart beat faster and my cock stirred in my shorts. Mom pulled out Nakul's vest off his upper body unveiling his muscular chest and shoulders. He kissed mom's neck and chest and took one of her erect nipples into his mouth. She moaned and threw her head back in pleasure, one hand behind his head, fingers caressing his hair.
Mom pushed him back on the couch and sank to her knees between his legs. "Let me take care of you."
I should've stopped watching, moved away, but I was glued to the floor. Nakul lifted up his butt and mom pulled his pants and underwear down past his knees.
Nakul's cock sprang into sight. Whoa! That's big! Mom wrapped her slender fingers around his impressive manhood and slowly caressed him. She teased her tongue around the purple head of his cock. He moved her hair away from her face, for a better look, and she smiled up at him.
"This is much better than the movie," Nakul said.
Mom smiled. Opening wide, she took his sizable cock deep into her mouth. Nakul moaned softly, as she opened wider and managed to work her lips all the way down his shaft.
Wow! My cock was rock hard. I opened the fly of my shorts and let it out of its confines.
Mom savored his cock, bobbing up and down, sliding her lips along the shaft. Nakul moaned and moved her hair away from her face once again. She came up for air, then slurped his cock back into her mouth. I wished I could go downstairs and have a closer look, but I had to contend with watching from upstairs. The light from the TV flickered casting light and shadows on them.
The entire time mom's eyes never left Nakul's face, signifying how much she enjoyed pleasuring him. He stood up, his cock still in her mouth, and kicked away his pants and underwear that had pooled near his ankles. He pulled his cock from her mouth and grabbing her shoulders, pulled her up to her feet. Mom quickly took off her panty, though I couldn't see her pussy clearly in the flickering light of the TV. Both were completely naked now. I had seen them both in minimal clothing around beaches and swimming pool. They looked every bit the hot couple. But as they stood naked next to each other, I had to admit, they had the bodies of nude models or porn stars.
Nakul put his arms around mom, grabbed her by her ass and lifted her off her feet. She squealed delightedly as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, holding her up. Putting her hands on his shoulders, mom pushed herself higher, then impaled herself on her younger boyfriend's cock. She cried out and wrapped her arms around his neck. He continued to suck her nipple and thrust his hips, fucking her in a standing position.
I felt a drop of pre-cum leak out of my hard cock. I smeared the slimy drop around my cock head and stroked it. The scene playing out before me was beyond my wildest imagination. It was hotter than any porn I'd seen on the internet. Nakul's words, once again, echoed in my head -- She's wild in bed. Now I knew.
Nakul let mom go and dropped her gently on to the couch. She bent her knees and put her legs up. Dropping to his knees, he buried his face between her thighs causing her to cry out. I stroked my cock while mom let her head fall back. She grabbed his hair, lifted her butt and worked her hips, grinding her pussy in his face.
Mom closed her eyes. My cock twitched in my hand as she moaned through her parted lips. Nakul's hand was between her legs, his arm moving back and forth as he finger fucked her. After a few minutes of moaning and squirming, she let out a loud cry as she climaxed. She wrapped her legs around his head, bucked her hips wildly as she rode through her orgasm. Her legs went limp. Nakul stood up and lifted her legs with her ankles. He bent slightly at the knees, to align himself and drove his cock into her flushed pussy.
My cock was leaking pre-cum freely as I watched Nakul repeatedly thrust into mom's pussy. His big cock glistened from her juices, sliding in and out of her. Mom cried out with each of her thrusts. She whispered something in his ears.
Nakul stepped back and flopped on the couch beside mom. She straddled him and grabbed his thick cock at the base. She held it steady and fed the broad mushroom head into her pussy lips. Placing both hands on his shoulders, mom lowered herself on his cock, taking him all in. She sat in a squatting position, both feet firmly on the couch on either side of his thighs. I watched with delight as mom bounced herself up and down on Nakul's cock, fucking him. Her toned glutes and quads displayed their impressive strength, transforming her into a sex machine.
Nakul was breathing hard, visibly straining to last longer. Mom said, "Cum for me, honey! Give it to me!"
Mom gave him several hard thrusts and got off him. She quickly knelt between his legs and grabbed his glistening cock with both hands. She aimed it at her breasts and jerked him off. Nakul grunted loudly and exploded, shooting his cum in several long spurts on to her neck, chest and breasts.
I quickly tiptoed away into my room and rushed into the bathroom, hard cock in hand. With a few quick jerks, I unloaded my cum on to the tiles of the bathroom wall and floor. I hadn't jerked off in a few days and all that pent-up load unleashed itself into the open in several spurts. I closed my eyes tightly, riding the waves of pleasure and release. I held on to the wash basin to keep my balance as I steadied myself.
I washed and dried myself and came back to the room. The blissful euphoria overtook me, and I slumped on the bed, falling asleep within seconds.
***
I woke up from sleep. Someone was gently tapping me on the shoulder. I pulled off my eye mask and headphones to see the steward standing beside me.
He smiled and said, "We'll be landing soon, sir."
I thanked him and looked around. Other passengers were already up. I drank some water and wiped my face with wet tissues. The plane landed at Zurich airport just after 8 am. I brushed my teeth at the airport washroom and grabbed some breakfast from the lounge.
I messaged mom -- In Zurich airport. Two-hour layover. Getting breakfast now.
Mom replied -- Don't forget to drink water. Stay hydrated, kiddo. Let me know when you reach Mumbai.
The day after, I woke up late in the morning. I took a quick shower and went downstairs. Mom was nowhere to be seen. Nakul was on the phone, seated on the living room couch. The same couch. I looked at the surroundings and remembered the scenes from the previous night. Several emotions crossed my mind. Guilt and shame for having spied on mom and her boyfriend's intimate moments. Thrill at having seen the act and a desire to see more. Nakul ended the call.
"Where's mom?"
"Yoga studio. You ready to go?"
"Where?"
Nakul rolled his eyes and sighed. "Dude, where's your mind at nowadays? We're checking out the Lamborghini Urus. I told you. The showroom just called me. You coming with me or not?"
"Oh shit, I totally forgot. Give me five minutes. Let me get some breakfast."
"We can get something on the way. Let's go."
We got into Nakul's Levante and drove off to the Lamborghini showroom. I got a vada-pav from my favorite place and ate in the car. Mom was usually strict about my diet, but Nakul didn't mind. He drove off when I finished eating. As soon as we got to a slightly less crowded street, Nakul glanced at me briefly.
"Hope you liked the show last night?" he asked casually.
My heart rate shot up as my mind immediately thought about mom and him having sex on the couch. I pretended to look outside and asked, "Which show?"
"The one you were watching from the staircase, half naked."
Shit! My mind blanked out. I didn't know what to say. My heart thundered in my chest. I glanced sideways at Nakul. He looked straight ahead, focused on the road, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. I kept quiet.
"Does mom know?" I asked.
"I haven't told her."
"Thanks dude. Look, I am sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It's sick and so very wrong. I don't know what came over me," I blabbered.
Nakul smiled. "If I had a mom like yours, I'd have watched too. Don't beat yourself up. I am not mad at you."
"You're not?"
"Nope. In fact, I wanted you to watch us. You lust for her, don't you?"
"Uh..."
"Come on. We are friends, aren't we? I know you took her nude pics from my phone."
I sighed, closed my eyes and slumped back in the seat. "I am a sick psycho," I said, sullenly.
"No, you're not. Samaira is one hell of a woman. And spying on people having sex is pretty thrilling itself."
"You really don't mind that I watched you and mom during your private moments?"
"Let's put it this way. If we wanted to keep it private, we wouldn't have done it in the living room, with you in the house. I hoped you'd come out of your room and catch us in the act. You did and frankly, it turned me on quite a bit, knowing you were watching. I think your mom was aware of that risk too, though she didn't see you. It heightened her arousal."
"So... you want me to keep watching you guys have sex?" I asked, confused.
Nakul sighed. "Alright, here's the full disclosure. Samaira and my sex life has... plateaued. Happens in every relationship. We're trying to spice things up. From the last few months, we've gotten into role-plays. One of those involves me fucking her, pretending to be a stranger. It drives her wild."
"How do you pretend to be a stranger? I mean... she already knows you," I asked, perplexed.
"I tie her up to the bed and blindfold her. And I don't speak at all. It's all in the mind. She can't see, hear or touch; hence stranger. It sounds lame when I explain, but trust me, it works."
I nodded. Nakul continued.
"That idea quickly seeded itself in our minds. We wondered if we could do that in real; add another person in our sex life. He and I could take turns fucking her, while she lay there tied and blindfolded. While the fantasy is strong, turning it into reality is difficult. Who do we approach? We are celebrities, people know us. We can't invite a stranger into our intimate lives. Many of her friends and mine would love to get involved. But we want it to be private, a secret. So, the fantasy has always remained a fantasy, until now," he said and looked at me.
I frowned and said, "Are you suggesting...?"
"I want you to join us in our bedroom. I am offering you the chance to fuck your mom."
Whoa! What? "Is this a trick? Are you pranking me?" I asked, suspiciously.
"I swear on my dead parents."
"You're serious!" I asked, incredulous.
"Read my face, dude. I am not that good of an actor."
"Okay..." I said, slowly, trying to think this through. "I admit... I do lust after mom. Like you said, she's extremely hot and sexy. All my friends at the university fantasize her."
"Now you can turn your fantasy into reality while helping your mom and me in the process."
"But, what about mom? How does she feel about her son fucking her?"
"She doesn't have to know. That's the beauty of this. Ignorance is bliss," Nakul said coolly.
"What? How wouldn't she know?"
Nakul tapped his temple. "Blindfolds. Remember? She won't be able to see or touch you. As long as you don't make a sound, you're practically a stranger."
I was conflicted. As much as I wanted to have sex with mom, this didn't feel right.
As if reading my thoughts, Nakul said, "Listen, dude. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You get to fulfill your desire of fucking her. She gets to realize her fantasy of being fucked by a stranger. It's a complete win-win. If either of you don't like it, you can go back to being the normal mother and son you're now. She would never know you fucked her, so no awkwardness. You see what I mean?"
It did sound tempting when Nakul put it that way. I was still mulling it over when we reached the showroom.
"Alright. Think it over. No hurry. Come on, let's check out the Urus," Nakul said, as he parked his Levante.
The manager welcomed us in and showed us the SUV. It looked gorgeous in black.
"My apologies, Mr. Kapoor. I couldn't send it to your house. It's already booked by another client. We can't risk it outside. I hope you understand."
"Of course. I would be pissed if my car was being shown around to others."
"Yes, exactly. I know you're a car enthusiast. I've heard about your collection. Quite a smart selection you have," the manager said. "Shall we take a look inside?"
"Definitely. Although, I've already driven the one Rohan has. I believe this is the same model?"
"Ah, Mr. Malhotra has the model from last year. This one here is the latest one, launched earlier this year. Few upgrades. Let me show you."
Nakul sat inside and checked it out while I kept thinking about his proposal. Mom was the hottest MILF, no doubt about that. My friends lusted after her. Her male fans lusted after her, evident from the social media comments. Here I was, being given the chance to fuck her anonymously. To touch her intimately and taste her. To feel her and be inside her. And she wouldn't even know!
Nakul booked the Urus and made an advance payment. We left the showroom and went for lunch.
As we ate, I asked, "Will it work? How will it work?
"I'll make it work. Leave that to me. Are you in or out?"
I nodded. "When are you planning it?"
"Tomorrow night."
"How are you going to invite this 'stranger' into our house with me around?"
"You won't be around. You're going to spend tomorrow night with your friends, partying late into the night."
"I am?" I asked, confused.
"That's what you'll tell Samaira and leave tomorrow evening. Those friends you tell her about, make sure to name the ones she doesn't know personally. That way she can't cross check later if you were really with them."
"Oh, ok. Got it."
***
Next evening, I packed a small overnight backpack and left the house at 9 pm. I called an Uber and asked the driver to drop me at the nearest McDonald's which was just over a kilometer away. I sat at one corner and ordered a soft drink to pass the time. I was nervous thinking about what I was going to do.
At 10 pm I booked another cab and returned home. I waited at the gate. Five minutes later, Nakul texted me -- Show time!
I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. As planned by Nakul, mom would be tied up and blindfolded in her bedroom. She would no doubt hear the bell. The 'stranger' had just arrived.
Nakul opened the door and let me in. He was bare bodied and wore only his shorts.
"She needed a little bit of liquid courage. Slightly tipsy but ready now," Nakul said.
He gave me a brand-new bottle of body perfume. "Spray this generously on your skin. You're still wearing your usual deodorant. This will mask that smell."
I nodded and stripped down to my shorts. I sprayed the perfume liberally on myself. It was a very different smell from my usual choice. I took a deep breath to calm myself but still shook slightly with nervousness.
Nakul clasped my shoulder and pressed firmly. "Just follow my lead. Don't make any sound. You don't feel good at any point in time, just leave quietly. I'll handle it if things go sideways."
I nodded and followed him towards mom's bedroom. The door was ajar and soft light from the bedside table lamp illuminated the room. Nakul entered and I followed inside.
Mom lay on her bed, stretched out, her hands over her head. Her wrists were bound with a long strip of silky black cloth. The other end was tied to the headboard with some slack. Her legs were free. My eyes scanned her scantily clad body. She wore only a black bikini top and G-strings. Both items of her clothing were merely strings with triangular patches to cover her nipples and pussy. Her long, lustrous, black hair was open. Another piece of silky black cloth was tied across her eyes. My heart raced faster.
"Nakul?" mom asked.
"Babe?"
"Is he here?"
Nakul looked at me and said, "Yes, he's in the room."
Mom smiled. "Do I know him?"
"He's a stranger."
Mom trembled slightly. "Oh, I can barely contain my excitement. Come on, then. I can't wait to get started."
Nakul sat on the bed next to mom and gestured me to get closer to her. I approached the bed silently, nervously. Mom sniffed the air and inhaled deeply.
"Nice fragrance, stranger. Come closer," mom said. She arched her back, seductively. "Touch me. Taste me. Take me. I am all yours."
My fingers trembled as I reached out and placed my hand on the top of mom's bare shin and lightly caressed it.
She smiled, "Oh, you're shaking. Don't worry, I won't bite."
I trailed my fingers upwards on the soft and smooth skin of her leg. When I reached her inner thigh, closer to her pussy, she lifted her hips in anticipation. I paused with my fingers inches away from the triangular patch between her legs. I looked at her face. She smiled, awaiting my touch. I lost my nerve and slid my hand past her pussy towards her flat tummy.
"He's teasing me, honey," mom moaned and complained to Nakul.
Nakul chuckled. "He's slightly nervous, babe. After all, you're the woman of his dreams."
"Oh, really? How old is he?"
Nakul looked at me. "He's... young."
"Younger than you?"
"Yes."
"Oh my! Come here, stranger. Let me have a kiss from my young lover."
I gulped nervously and looked at Nakul. He gestured me to go ahead.
"What are you waiting for stranger? Here I am, all tied up and helpless. Don't be shy." She pushed her lips into a pout, which she usually did in most of her IG pics.
I fidgeted nervously and looked at Nakul again. He rolled his eyes and gestured again, impatiently, asking me to get on with it. He was right. I had to start acting confidently and give her what she wanted. I leaned over and placed my hands on either side of her. Lowering my head, I took in her beautiful face and red, puffy lips. I slowly placed my lips on hers. Mom kissed me softly, her lips, sliding teasingly across mine. Holy shit! This is it. I am kissing my mom! She kissed me again, more firmly this time and I returned it with equal fervor. Her tongue darted into my mouth and caressed mine as we kissed like lovers.
Mom broke the kiss gently and said, "Wow! You're really young, aren't you?"
I looked at Nakul with panic. He gestured with his hand for me to relax. "No more questions. Just enjoy him, babe."
Mom relaxed and smiled again. "Fine. Now where are you, young stranger?"
I tentatively put my hand over mom's right breast. Most of her beautiful globes were already out, the triangular patches covering only a small area over her nipples. She sighed as I fondled her breast. Her hard nipple poked through the fabric and pressed into my palm. I gave her breast a gentle squeeze and she moaned. Feeling more confident, I kissed the side of her neck and trailed kisses down her chest. Her breathing became heavier. I kissed the exposed skin of her right breast. She moaned and squirmed, arching her back slightly, as I placed light kisses along the rest of her breast.
"Open her top," Nakul said to me.
I put my hand below her back and located the knot of strings that held her bikini top together. I fumbled slightly but finally pulled the right string, unraveling the knot. Mom trembled with excitement and breathed heavily as I pulled away her top, exposing her breasts completely. I became mesmerized, seeing mom's round, twin beauties up close. They were perfect. Light brown nipples stood erect, pointing up. Her areolas were drawn tight around her nipples; telltale signs of her arousal. I cupped her breasts and savored the feeling of them in my hands.
Mom squirmed, moaned and whimpered as I fondled her breasts. I lowered my head and flicked my tongue across her nipple. She gasped. I took her nipple between my lips gently sucked on it. I moved to her other breast, swirling my tongue around her hard nipple, squeezing the other between my fingers. She writhed on the bed. She writhed and thrust her hips in the air. Still latching on to her nipple, I pulled at the knot on her right hip, untying her G-strings and pulled it off her. Mom moaned again, now lying completely naked in front of us.
I slid my hand down her tummy and slipped it between her legs. Mom moaned as my trembling fingers met her pussy. She was soaking wet. I looked at her, passion etched across her face. I looked at Nakul who smiled and nodded. Gently, I pushed my middle finger between her moist lips and slid it inside. I found her swollen clit and rubbed it slowly with my thumb, eliciting a moan from her. I pulled out my middle finger, added my ring finger to it and pushed both fingers slowly back into her pussy.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned.
I slid my fingers in and out, rubbing her clit harder as I resumed sucking her nipple. Mom continued to moan and whimper. She worked her hips in time with my fingers validating that I was doing a good job with her. She thrust her hips harder, and I matched her pace with my fingers. I rubbed her clit harder and faster while sucking her nipple.
"Oh, keep going. Right there, right there. Please don't stop!"
Mom's whole body started to stiffen. She raised her butt off the bed. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Nakul entwined his fingers with hers and she gripped his hand tightly.
"Oh God! Honey, he's making me cum!"
She threw her head back and cried out. Her pussy walls shuddered and contracted around my fingers. She clamped her legs shut, pinning my hand between her thighs as a massive orgasm hit her. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers for few seconds, and she went limp.
Breathing heavily, she said, "Oh! That was expertly done, young stranger."
My aching cock strained in my shorts. I eased my shorts down, conscious of being naked in front of Nakul. My cock however, was pretty damned confident, standing at full attention. I wasn't as big as Nakul, but I knew I was fairly well endowed. I had shaved my pubic area clean to accentuate the size of my cock. Nakul let out a soft whistle.
"What is it?" mom asked.
"He has nice package for you, babe. You're going to enjoy it, a lot."
I knelt next to her on the bed and groaned when my aching cock rubbed against her bare leg.
"Oh my! He's dripping, honey," she said to Nakul. "Can't wait to taste that leaking cock. Bring it to me, young stranger!"
I moved up the bed, knelt by her head and positioned my cock next to her lips. I groaned softly when she flicked her tongue across the swollen head, licking the pre-cum pooled at the tip. I grabbed my erection at the base. Mom opened wide and took my cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head as much as possible, sliding her soft lips across my hard shaft, further engulfing me in her warm, wet mouth.
"Ohh!" I moaned, loudly, involuntarily. Shocked at myself, I clamped my hand on my mouth tightly. I looked at Nakul, wide eyed. He looked cautious. Thankfully, mom seemed unaware and continued to pleasure me with her tongue.
Nakul got up from the bed. He lay on his front between mom's legs, propped up on his elbows. Placing his palms under mom's butt, he raised her ass up. She spread her legs as he started licking her pussy. Mom moaned around my cock, sending tingles up my shaft.
She took my cock out of her mouth. "Love the taste. Bring it closer, young stranger. I want to taste more of it."
I moved across the bed and straddled her face, offering her better access to my cock. She opened her mouth, and I slid my hard cock inside. She lifted her head and gradually engulfed my entire shaft until my balls rested on her chin. I kept myself steady and fought hard not to moan or groan. Mom put her head back down and proceeded to bob it up and down in a steady rhythm. I remained on my knees, both hands on the headboard, as mom worked her oral magic on my cock.
Nakul got off the bed leaving mom's pussy unattended. She took my cock out of her mouth. "I need your hard cock in my pussy, young stranger. Get down there and fuck me!"
I quickly slid down the bed and got between mom's legs. Spreading them open, I grabbed my cock at the base and rubbed the swollen mushroom head across her slick pussy lips. Mom whimpered and lifted her hips, trying to get my cock into her pussy. I resisted and teased her, slapping my shaft on her pussy. Nakul knelt beside her face, naked, and guided his pipe of a dick into her mouth. I teased mom some more by gliding my cock over her slick pussy lips. It was time. I leaned forward and suddenly my cock head pushed into her pussy, disappearing inside. I pushed further and buried my cock inside her. Mom whimpered in surprise. I kept my mouth shut and grunted softly at the sensation of being inside her hot and wet pussy.
Mom took Nakul's cock out of her mouth. "Yes! That's it! Fuck me with that cock."
I quickly got into a steady rhythm and thrust passionately into mom's love hole. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust. She groaned and whimpered with delight. I took her left nipple, then right, into my mouth and sucked on it. Her moans increased in volume, and she slurped on Nakul's cock with increased fervor. I paused to take a deep breath and calm down, to not blow my load yet. Controlling myself, I put her feet on my shoulders and leaned forward. This bent her at the waist and opened up her pussy even further. She was incredibly flexible from her daily yoga routine. I plunged my cock once more into her pussy and fucked her hard this time.
Mom got so lost in the pleasure that she couldn't focus on Nakul's cock anymore. She took it out of her mouth, crying and moaning with pleasure.
"Yes! Yes! Pound my pussy, young stranger. Make me cum!"
Still thrusting into her, I quickly moved one hand onto her pussy. I touched the place where my cock entered her pussy and rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb. My other arm quickly got tired, supporting the weight of my entire upper body. I swiped across mom's clit furiously and was rewarded soon after. Her pussy quivered around my cock, squeezing my shaft. She bucked her hips wildly as another orgasm crashed into her. She opened her mouth and cried out loud, which then turned into a wordless cry. The quivering and shuddering of her pussy walls, sent me over the edge. With mom beyond the limits of consciousness, I finally grunted loudly, pouring my essence into her. Powerful jets of cum erupted from my cock, shooting my semen deep into mom's pussy. I kept thrusting into her quivering body, unloading my entire sperm content inside her.
When I came back to my senses, I was lying on top of mom. I got off her and slumped on the bed beside her, breathing heavily. She had almost passed out, breathing gently. Nakul gestured me to follow him outside and closed the door.
"Dude, that was awesome!" he said, excitedly. "See, it wasn't that hard, was it? You did great!"
I smiled widely. "You were right. She's wild in bed. I still can't believe I fucked mom!"
Nakul chuckled. "Yes, you did. You fulfilled your fantasy and ours too. Now, I must get back to her. I'll see you in the morning."
I went upstairs to my room and took a shower. As the water cascaded down my skin, I rinsed my cock, washing off the slimy mixture of saliva, pussy juice and semen. Wow! I just fucked mom! My cock was inside her pussy. I dried myself and flopped on the bed. I had no idea what the future held, whether I'd get to fuck mom again. Even if it never happened again, I was still a happy man. I drifted off to sleep.
Next morning, I was ready to go to dad's house for the last two days of my vacation. I packed my bags and went downstairs. Mom and Nakul were having breakfast. My heart skipped a beat on seeing mom, scenes from the previous night flooded back into my brain.
Mom looked at me. "There you are. When did you return last night, kiddo?"
"Around one o'clock, I think," I said, exchanging a knowing look and secret smile with Nakul.
"Oh, I didn't notice. Must have slept pretty hard. Did you have fun?"
"Yes, I did. Wonderful new experience. It was the greatest night of my life!"
Mom arched her eyebrows, suspiciously. "Really? You were with your old friends, right? You're not doing drugs, are you?"
"No mom! Of course not!"
"You want some breakfast?"
"No, not hungry. I'll eat something at dad's."
"Alright. Come here, kiddo."
Mom kissed me on the cheek and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back, feeling the curves of her body pressed against me. I held on to her longer than I usually did.
Mom smiled. "Missing me already?"
I smiled back. We said our goodbyes. Mom promised to see me off at the airport after two days. I got in to Nakul's Land Rover Defender and he drove me to dad's house.
"Everything fine? Does she suspect anything?" I asked him.
"All clear. She slept through the night. Morning, she woke up and told me she had a really good time last night. She was really impressed with the 'stranger'. She thinks he was a friend of mine."
I swelled with pride, really happy that I was able to impress someone as hot as mom in bed. "Does she want to do it again?"
"She does, but unfortunately we can't. At least, not now. I'll be in Morocco for a month starting next week. You're flying back in two days, so I told her the 'stranger' will be unavailable for some time. When are you coming back, next?"
"Two months later. Summer holidays."
"Great! That would be a long one, right?"
I nodded. "Man! I never thought I'd get another shot at this. Now that you've told me, I am not sure how I'll spend the next two months."
Nakul chuckled. "Hang out with friends. Bang some hot chicks. Get a girlfriend, if possible. And study, of course."
We reached dad's house. I got out of the car and we said our goodbyes. "You're a great guy, Nakul. Thanks for everything."
"Anytime, dude." He put on his sunglasses and drove off.
***
I landed at the Chhatrapati Shivaji International airport in Mumbai at 10 pm. As I walked towards the baggage conveyor system to collect my trolley bag, I pulled out my phone and switched off the flight mode.
I message mom -- Just landed in Mumbai.
Mom replied -- I've sent the car for you. Driver's waiting outside. Can't wait to have you back home, young stranger!
I stopped in my tracks, shocked, and dropped the phone.
The End