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Hello everyone, my name is Rohan. I am from Mumbai. I am 23 Years Old Engineering Student. I am currently in the 4th semester of college. This incident happened to me recently. The sexapade in the college with the professor is still fresh in my mind.
Coming to my family background, we are a family consisting of four people, Father, Mother, Elder Sister and Myself. Since I am the youngest, I am mostly pampered and loved by my family members.My father works abroad, and he’s usually in India for 15-16 days a year. My mother goes to the office as she has a corporate job. My elder sister is currently pursuing her Master’s in Business Administration. Usually, three of us are at home: my mother, sister, and myself.
Coming to my mother and sister’s characteristics, my mother is 45 years old but doesn’t look a day above 30 years. She is a little plump and chubby but not obese. I could say she got the right proportions of fat in the right parts of her body. Her figure is 36DD–24–40. She’s very fair in colour. She has long black hair highlighted in burgundy colour, which she usually keeps open. Mom usually wears a saree below her navel at events, functions and gatherings. While sleeping, she prefers chiffon nighties. She exposes a lot of flesh, including her curvy waist and deep cleavage.
Well, I can understand. Maybe this is because she is sex-starved and meets her husband once a year for a short period. My mother works as a manager in an MNC. Since she has to interact with many overseas clients, she must dress accordingly. It’s part and parcel of her job. She wears a knee-length skirt and a blazer suit with a white shirt. She keeps her top two buttons open. Well, that’s understandable. It’s very hard to keep those big 36DD jugs inside, and it needs some ventilation. To cover her sexy milky white legs, she also wears black stockings. She also uses high heel shoes. While she walks in this attire, her swaying big ass and bouncy boobs are unimaginable. Well, I feel sorry for her office chaps. Poor bastards must have fucked her multiple times in their respective imaginary minds.
The biggest attraction of her body would be her 36DD boobs and her big round ass. We live in a 2BHK apartment. I have seen many uncles from my building peeping out of the windows to have a single glance at her while she goes to the office. I am sure these guys had masturbated multiple times, imagining my mother. Even when she is at home during the holidays, it becomes very difficult for me to control my emotions. I masturbate, thinking of her almost every day. She wears tight Side Escort chiffon nighties at home, and she doesn’t wear a bra inside.
When she takes me shopping with her, I usually stand right behind her. I don’t miss an opportunity to rub my dick over her ass from behind. Even she didn’t seem to resist much. The poor woman must have starved for a dick for a long time.
Well, enough about the description, now coming back to my story. I was an average student in academics all my life. The same trend continued in engineering. I had golden KT in maths from semester 1, which meant I would get a year drop from college if I failed this subject again.
To my bad luck, I had failed in maths again. Now, I would have to take a year drop. My maths professor Mr Khan had emailed my parents about the outcome. He had told them to meet him on Saturday in the maths department office. I was shit scared as I was not in his good books.
I told my Mom about this, and she was furious and scolded me a lot.
We decided to take a bus. My mother had dressed in a yellow transparent chiffon saree, with a sleeveless deep cut blouse, with a string lace connecting the back of her blouse. She had kept her hair open and had applied lots of makeup.
I was wondering why this bitch had dressed up like this? Almost everyone stared at her, even the bus conductor when we got on the bus. With every speed breaker, the bus took, these bastards enjoyed her bouncing boobs. As the bus was already packed, we had to stand very close.
As a few stops went by, the bus started getting more crowded. I noticed 2-3 people getting very close to my Mom. They purposely started touching her inappropriately. Sensing the danger, I got off the bus at the next stop. From there we took a cab to the college.
We reached after almost 1/2 hour. We were the last pair of the day. I straight away rushed to the maths department. Mr Khan was packing his bags to leave the office. After seeing me from a distance, he blabbered.
Mr Khan: Rohan, you are late as usual. Not even a god can save you.
Mr Khan was 55 years of age, with white hair but a muscular body. He was dark in colour and had a habit of eating flavoured tobacco. I had heard from my seniors that his wife had divorced him 10 years back. Since then, he has been living all alone.
He was also a very horny professor. He stared at all our female professor staff and even our college girls. After seeing my Mom from a long distance, he might have noticed her tight figure. He glinted in his eyes. With a smile Side Escort Bayan on his face and he spoke.
Mr Khan: I don’t have an idea about the god, but your Mom can save you if she wants. Come, Mrs Sharma, I have been waiting for you for a long time.
He opened a door for my Mom and me and closed it behind. He made us sit on the chair. He started complaining about me to my Mom, about my bunking habits, low attendance and poor academics. He said I couldn’t pass this year, as I failed the subject with a very low margin. Nothing can be done.
Leaning on the table and exposing her deep cleavage, Mom placed her feet in between Mr Khan’s pelvis area. She started rubbing his dick with her bare feet. Khan had an unusual smile on his face.
Mom: But something can be done, Mr Khan?
Mr Khan: Go to the Electronics Department and meet Mr Rakesh, he has some urgent work for you.
Me: Ok, Sir, come, Mom, let’s go.
Khan: Let your Mom stay. I have to discuss your prospect, you come quickly after meeting him, and then you can go home.
Me: Ok, sir.
Sensing something fishy, I acted like I was going outside. After a few minutes, I came right back. I peeped from Mr Khan’s windows to see what this bastard was up to. I was able to hear the conversation between him and my Mom.
Khan: Yes, madam, if you wish, anything can be done.
Mom: You have my permission, sir. You can do anything you want. Just make sure to pass my son. Since my son is falling short of 6 marks, you can fuck me for 6 hours straight.
Khan: Really? Is it possible? Can you do this for your son?
Mom: Yes, for my son and myself. My husband has been abroad for the last 26 years. He comes 15-16 days a year, and he cannot satisfy my desires.
I started thinking, what a bitch my Mom is. I thought she was doing all this for me, but now I had understood her clear intentions.
Khan: Stand up, you queen. Today I will make you my prostitute from a queen.
Khan pulled my Mom towards him by her waist and started smooching her over her lips. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth and started exchanging saliva. He held one hand over her silky hair while placing his other hand over her gigantic ass.
With every stroke of his tongue, he started pressing and fondling her ass over her saree. My Mom, too, was turned on now. She pulled off her transparent pallu from her shoulder and started untucking Khan’s shirt from his pants.
Khan now turned her. Her backside was facing his front side. Her big mushy ass was touching his Escort Side dick. He placed both his hands over her blouse and started fondling her boobs. He was rubbing, pressing and fondling them like dough balls.
He couldn’t catch hold of them in his palms. They were so big. Later he started pinching her nipples over the blouse. Unable to bear the pain, she started moaning. It was hard to tell whether it was because of pain or pleasure. To stop her from making noise, Khan placed his palm over her mouth.
He pushed his tongue back in and started fondling her books again. His tongue inside her mouth, his hands fondling her boobs and his dick rubbing her ass. This scene was straight from a porn movie. They continued this posture for the next 5 minutes.
Khan: I am afraid someone might come in. You do one thing, you come to my apartment at night.
Mom: What? So early? Are you done?
Khan: Bitch, this is my workplace. I don’t want to get caught. I have a reputation here. Quickly, get on your knees now. I want to give you one last surprise before your son arrives.
Mom quickly adjusted her saree, took pallu over her shoulders and sat down on her knees. Khan was sitting on his chair. He brought his chair closer to her mouth and opened his zip. He took out his smelly cock outside of his pants. It was a monster around 9 inches long.
Mom: No, no, it’s smelly. I haven’t done this before.
Before she could say anything, he pushed a 9-inch rod straight inside her throat. He caught her hair from behind and stroked his cock up and down inside her mouth. Mom started resisting at first, but soon her resistance turned into approval.
She now herself had started to play with his cock. She spat on her palm for lubrication and stroked his cock with her hand. After 2 minutes of stroking, Mr Khan was in 7th heaven.
Khan: Open your mouth bitch.
Mom opened her mouth. With some grunting noise, Khan ejaculated inside my Mom’s mouth. Her entire mouth was filled with his transparent fluid cum. Khan made her gulp it down and drink it.
Khan: This was the best session I had in the last 30 years. You are indeed a queen, darling. Now get ready. Your son must be arriving anytime.
Mom stood up, adjusted her saree, hair and makeup, and planted a kiss on Khan’s lips.
Mom: Indeed, it was a hell of an experience for me too as well, fucking a college professor inside a cabin was my lifelong fantasy. Thanks to you. I cannot wait for tonight. I want you to fuck my brains out.
Khan: Don’t worry, darling, it will be our honeymoon today. Just come to my apartment at around 11:00 PM. I will make all the preparations.
Before opening the door latch, he squeezed mom ass over saree for the last time and smirked with a naughty smile
Stay tuned for the next part 2…
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