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I’m Rama, and I’m here to share a sizzling, unforgettable night from my life that’s still burning in my mind and body. This is a story about me, my younger daughter Pinky, and my son-in-law Ajay. It all happened last night, and every moment is so fresh that it sends shivers down my spine. I’ll walk you through every touch, every moan, every raw feeling in detail.
In our house, it’s just me, 40-year-old Rama, my younger daughter Pinky, who’s 19, and my elder daughter Radhika. I’m still a head-turner for my age, with a tight 36-30-38 figure, round, firm boobs, a slim waist, and a heavy ass. People often mistake me for my daughters’ sister. Pinky’s no less, with her 34-28-36 figure, innocent face, and naughty, sparkling eyes that can steal anyone’s heart. Radhika, 23, got married to Ajay last December and moved to Bangalore. Ajay, 28, is tall, fair, and has a fit, muscular body that oozes charm. His smile and the way he talks can pull anyone in. My husband? He ran off years ago with a girl younger than my daughters, leaving me and Pinky alone in our Vasundhara, Ghaziabad home.
Yesterday, Ajay came to Delhi for some office work. Once done, he drove straight to our place. When his car pulled up, Pinky and I were over the moon. Ajay hugged us warmly, playfully pinched Pinky’s cheeks, and handed me a gorgeous gift—a silky saree. That evening, the three of us went out for dinner at a fancy restaurant, savoring delicious food and sipping wine. Later, we hit the mall, where Ajay spoiled us. He picked a tight dress for Pinky and a stunning jewelry set for me. We got home around 10 PM, tired but buzzing with joy.
Once we were back, Pinky yawned and said, “Mummy, I’m off to bed, I’m super sleepy.” She headed to her room. Ajay and I settled in the drawing room. He loosened the top two buttons of his shirt and sprawled on the sofa. I sat nearby on a single sofa, my light pink night suit glowing softly in the dim light. We chatted about Radhika, Bangalore, and old memories. Before we knew it, it was midnight.
Suddenly, Ajay looked at me with a serious gaze and said, “Mummy ji, I don’t see you as my mother-in-law.” I was taken aback but laughed it off, saying, “Oh, really? Then what do you see me as?” His eyes locked onto mine, a strange spark in them. He said softly, “I see you as a friend, like a mother… and something more.” His voice carried a heat that sent a shiver through my body. He rested his head in my lap. I froze for a second but then ran my fingers through his hair, teasing, “What’s this, so much love for your mother-in-law today?”
Looking up at me, Ajay said, “Mummy ji, honestly? You’re just 40, you look like Radhika and Pinky’s sister. You’re so beautiful, so hot… I want to give you all the happiness you deserve.” His words lit a fire in my heart. A warm wave surged through my body. My voice trembled as I asked, “What do you mean, Ajay?” He hesitated, then said, “I want to give you everything a woman needs… body, heart, everything.”
His words unleashed the woman inside me. I tried to hold back, but my desires took over. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his. He froze for a moment, then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. His warm touch set my body ablaze. I kissed him deeply, my tongue dancing with his, his taste melting into my mouth like honey mixed with whiskey. I climbed onto him, my hands caressing his face.
I yanked off his vest, revealing his broad chest, lightly hairy, with hard muscles. I slid off my night suit top and unhooked my bra. My big, round, firm boobs spilled free, my nipples hard and aching. My breaths were heavy. Ajay’s eyes locked onto my boobs, his gaze dripping with lust. He whispered, “Mummy ji… your boobs… so tight, so round… I want to kiss them.”
He cupped my boobs, gently squeezing them, his fingers teasing my nipples. “Aah… Ajay…” I moaned, electricity shooting through me. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking softly, his warm tongue swirling around it. I shivered, my hands gripping his hair. “Uff… Ajay… suck harder…” I moaned. He squeezed my other boob, rubbing the nipple with his fingers. My choot was soaking wet, my panties drenched. I slid them off and rubbed my wet choot against his cock, still trapped in his pants, but I could feel its hardness.
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. It was massive—9 inches long, thick, and rock-hard, with bulging veins and a shiny pink tip. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly. “Ajay… your lund… so big… so hard…” I said, my voice thick with lust. I took his cock in my mouth, sucking it like a lollipop, my tongue circling the tip. I took it deep, my lips reaching the base, my throat tight around it. Ajay moaned, “Aah… Mummy ji… uff… you’re sucking so good… keep going…” His voice fueled my fire. I sucked harder, my saliva dripping down his shaft.
Ajay couldn’t hold back anymore. He flipped me onto the bed and climbed over me. He kissed my boobs again, nibbling my nipples softly with his teeth. “Aah… Ajay… you’re driving me crazy…” I screamed. He moved down, his lips brushing my stomach, then reaching my choot. His hot tongue flicked my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. “Uff… Ajay… lick it… eat my choot…” I moaned. My choot was dripping, and he lapped up every drop, his tongue diving deep inside. My hips bucked, grinding against his face.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I spread my legs wide and begged, “Ajay… put it in… fuck my choot…” He rubbed his cock against my choot, his hot tip teasing my wet lips. He positioned it at my hole and thrust hard. “Aahh… uhh… ohh…” I screamed as his 9-inch cock tore into me. He started thrusting slowly, my boobs bouncing with each push. “Uff… Mummy ji… your choot… so tight… so hot…” he groaned. He picked up speed, pounding harder. I screamed, “Aah… Ajay… harder… fuck my choot… tear it apart…” His cock hit my deepest spots, driving me wild.
He squeezed my boobs, slapped my ass, licked my armpits, and bit my neck softly. “Aah… Ajay… you’re showing me heaven…” I moaned. He flipped me into doggy style, lifting my ass and slamming his cock back in. “Aah… uhh… ohh…” I screamed as he fucked me deeper, his hands gripping my hips, spanking my ass. My choot was gushing, cumming over and over. He fucked me for an hour, switching positions—my legs on his shoulders, then me riding him in his lap.
I came four times, my body spent. I gasped, “Ajay… enough… I can’t take more…” He chuckled and lay beside me. I fell asleep naked in his arms, my breaths still heavy.
At 2 AM, I woke to moans from another room—“Aah… aah… uhh… ohh…” I rushed over and froze. Pinky was getting fucked by Ajay. She was stark naked, her tight boobs bouncing as she rode his cock, slamming her choot onto it. “Aah… Jija ji… harder… tear my choot…” she screamed. Ajay was pounding her, his hands gripping her ass. I slipped back to my room quietly, realizing my son-in-law was handling three women—Radhika in Bangalore, and me and Pinky here. What a man!
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