Mom’s Forbidden Journey: Sex and deal

In the sultry embrace of a Konkani village veiled in secrecy, my Mother embarks on a journey of forbidden ecstasy and desire. Entwined with the rugged village contractor, Dinesh, she delves into a world where every touch ignites flames of passion. Every whispered promise leads to the brink of ecstasy.

In ‘Mom’s Forbidden Journey: Sex and Deal,’ the sultry heat of forbidden longing intertwines with the allure of clandestine deals, weaving a tale of seduction and surrender that leaves no room for restraint.

Welcome to a world where passion reigns supreme and where my Mother’s journey of erotic discovery knows no bounds.

1. My Mother (Pramila): A resilient woman with a troubled past, my Mother has returned to her ancestral village in search of solace and redemption. Despite the hardships she’s faced, she remains fiercely determined to rebuild her life and reclaim her dignity. The shadows of her past threaten to engulf her once more. Her measurements are 32-28-36. With a sultry and seductive nature, my Mother exudes a magnetic charm that captivates those around her. Her voluptuous figure boasts ample curves, with a generous bust and a slender waist. Her hips sway with a hypnotic allure.

2. Dinesh Ghadhi Gaonkar (Village Contractor): A rugged and resourceful contractor, Dinesh is a fixture in the village. He is known for his skill in construction and his shrewd business acumen. Beneath his gruff exterior lies a heart of gold, but his loyalty is not easily earned. Those who cross him do so at their peril.

Ancestral home needs renovation:

In the dimly lit confines of my Mother’s ancestral home, the air hangs heavy with anticipation. Dinesh, the rugged village contractor, leans in closer, his gaze smouldering with intensity.

Dinesh: (his voice low and gravelly, he speaks with a hint of urgency) So, Madam, let’s discuss the terms of our arrangement. What is it that you desire?

Mother: (her heart quickens at the proximity of his powerful presence, her voice barely a whisper) I need your expertise, Dinesh. My ancestral home is in desperate need of renovation. I require someone with your skills to make it whole again.

Dinesh: (a sly smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans back, assessing her with a knowing gaze) Ah, I see. And what, may I ask, do you have to offer in return for my services? You know I don’t work for free.

Mother: (Her breath catches in her throat as she meets his gaze, her pulse racing with anticipation) I… I’m willing to do whatever it takes, Dinesh. Whatever it takes to make this deal happen.

Dinesh: (his eyes gleam with mischief as he leans in closer, his voice a seductive whisper) Whatever it takes, you say? Well then, Madam, I have enough money. But money doesn’t satisfy me. How about we make a different arrangement? You satisfy me, and I’ll do your renovation for free.

Mother: (her eyes widen in shock at his audacious proposition, her mind racing with conflicting emotions)  I-I can’t, Dinesh. What if my son finds out? It would ruin everything.”

Dinesh: (with a devilish grin, he continues) Madam, hear me out. It’s not about cheating. It’s just a little fun between consenting adults. Nothing more than a harmless handjob and blowjob. No penetration, no cock insertion. Just a simple arrangement to fulfil our desires.

Mother: (her resolve wavers at his persuasive words, the allure of free renovation tempting her to reconsider) But… but it’s still wrong, Dinesh. I can’t betray my son’s trust like that.

Dinesh: (leaning in closer, he whispers) Think about it, Madam. A few moments of pleasure in exchange for a lifetime of happiness. The choice is yours.

As my Mother considers Dinesh’s offer, a whirlwind of desire and apprehension stirs within her. She knows the risk, but the promise of free renovations beckons irresistibly. With a determined resolve, she agrees, her mind buzzing with excitement and uncertainty.

Before she leaves for his house, she chooses her outfit carefully. She picks a saree that would make her curves visible just right, revealing hints of her slutty-ness. The fabric drapes over her body, teasingly hinting at the softness beneath.

Her backless, sleeveless blouse adds to the allure. Exposing the navel and her cleavage deeply to the point that some more centimetres and her nipple would be visible. She reached to the location with anxiety. Dinesh asked her to come close. He directly started the process.

Dinesh pulled his pants while seeing her curves. Then he asked her to kneel. As my Mother tentatively reaches out her hands, she can’t help but feel a surge of awkwardness wash over her. The warmth of Dinesh’s cock sends a jolt of electricity through her body.

It made her fingers tremble with anticipation and uncertainty. She has her slutty side, which came out.

Mother: (her voice barely a whisper, tinged with a hint of embarrassment) Um, Dinesh, it’s… it’s quite big and… bendy.

Dinesh: (a smug grin plays across his lips as he leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear) That’s right, Madam. It’s all yours now.

Despite her reservations, my Mother can’t help but feel a twinge of admiration for the impressive size and shape of his cock. With each stroke of her hand, she marvels at its length and girth. Her touch grew more confident with each passing moment.

My Mother’s hand glides along the length of Dinesh’s cock. A whirlwind of conflicting emotions rages within her. With each stroke, she feels a mixture of fascination and discomfort, her mind racing with a torrent of thoughts.

Mother: (her inner voice whispers with uncertainty) This is wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this. But… the promise of free renovations is too tempting to resist. I need to endure a little longer, and then it will all be over.

Despite the fatigue creeping into her muscles, she pushes onward. Her movements grow slower and more deliberate with each passing moment. The weight of her obligations hangs heavy on her shoulders. But she knows that she must persevere if only to fulfil her end of the bargain.

Mother: (a pang of guilt tugs at her heartstrings) What would my son think if he knew what I was doing? Would he be disappointed in me? But… I can’t back out now. I’ve come too far to turn back.

Her hand continues its rhythmic motion. She focuses on the task at hand, pushing aside her doubts and insecurities. At this moment, there is only her and Dinesh, their forbidden encounter unfolding in the shadows of the old, broken house.

She struggles to reconcile her desires with her sense of morality. She knows that the road ahead will be fraught with challenges and uncertainties. But for now, she pushes those thoughts aside, losing herself in the heat of the moment as she strives to fulfil her end of the bargain.

Mother: (her movements grow slower as fatigue sets in) I-I don’t know if I can… you know, take this in my mouth. It’s… it’s just too big, I can’t fit.

Dinesh: (his tone dripping with arrogance) Don’t worry, Madam. I’ll show you just how much you can fit.

Dinesh guides her hand along the length of his cock. My Mother’s muscles begin to ache with exhaustion. The weight of her obligations presses down on her, threatening to crush her beneath their weight. But even as fatigue sets in, she knows that she must persevere.

The promise of free renovations hangs in the balance. With a determined resolve, she takes a deep breath. She prepares to embark on the next phase of their forbidden encounter. Dinesh’s voice cuts through the air, urging my Mother to use her mouth, a surge of apprehension washes over her.

Her hand trembles as she contemplates his request, her mind swirling with doubts and insecurities.

Mother: (her inner voice quivers with uncertainty) Is this really happening? Am I actually going to… do this? I don’t know if I can. It’s too much, too soon. But… I have to try. For the sake of the renovations, I have to try.

With a deep breath, she leans in closer. Her lips hovered just inches away from the swollen head of Dinesh’s cock. The weight of her decision hangs heavy on her shoulders, but she knows that there’s no turning back now.

Mother: (s flicker of determination ignites within her) Okay, just the tip. I’ll start with just the tip. That should be manageable, right?

With trembling hands, she tentatively takes the pink tip of his cock into her mouth. Her lips closed around it with a hesitant embrace. She begins to explore the unfamiliar territory of oral pleasure. She can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment mingled with trepidation.

The road ahead may be fraught with uncertainty. But for now, she focuses on the task at hand, determined to see it through to the end. Dinesh’s hand tightens around her head, and my Mother’s heart skips a beat in alarm. The sudden pressure sends a surge of panic coursing through her veins.

Her mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts.

Mother: (her inner voice screams in protest) No, this isn’t what I signed up for! I can’t handle this. It’s too much!

But before she can voice her objections, Dinesh thrusts forward, plunging his cock deep into her mouth and down her throat. The sensation is overwhelming. The taste of him fills her senses as he presses against her tonsils with a relentless force.

Mother: (her mind reels in shock and discomfort, choking her) Tonsils… he’s hitting my tonsils. I can’t breathe, I can’t swallow. It’s too much, it’s too…

Her airway constricts under the pressure of his thrusts. My Mother struggles to maintain her composure. Panic grips her chest as she fights to suppress the gag reflex threatening to overtake her.

But even as her body protests, she knows that she must endure if only to fulfil her end of the bargain. With a determined resolve, she braces herself for the onslaught, praying for the strength to see it through to the end.

Dinesh: (his voice dripping with lust and arrogance) That’s it, Bitch. Take it all. You know you want it.

Mother: (her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggles to find her voice, interspersed with soft moans of pleasure) I… I can’t… it’s too much.

Dinesh: (his grip tightens around her head as she chokes and gasps for breath) Shh… don’t fight it, Madam. Just let go and enjoy the ride.

Mother: (her body quivering with a mixture of fear and arousal, the sound of glock glock filling the air as she takes him deep into her mouth) But… but what if someone hears us? What if… someone sees?

Dinesh: (a wicked grin spreads across his face as he increases the tempo of his thrusts, his moans mingling with hers) Let them watch, Madam. Let them see how much you crave it.

As the intensity of their encounter reaches a fever pitch, my Mother struggles to keep her wits about her. Her mind reels with a dizzying array of thoughts and desires, each one more intoxicating than the last.

Mother: (her voice a breathless whisper, punctuated by the sound of choking and gagging) I… I can’t… I’m… I’m going to… vomit. This gag reflex is killing me.

Dinesh: (his pleasure mounting with each passing moment, his moans growing louder and more urgent) That’s it, Madam. Let go. Surrender to the ecstasy of the moment.

In the heat of their passion, words become unnecessary. Their bodies speak a language of their own, communicating desires and cravings that words could never convey. As they lose themselves in the throes of ecstasy, they know that this forbidden encounter will be etched in their memories forever.

My Mother’s lips caress the length of Dinesh’s cock. She feels a surge of heat radiating from deep within her. With each rhythmic movement, his cock brushes against her uvula, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

Mother: (her mind spinning with desire and anticipation) Oh… oh god. It’s touching my uvula… I can feel it… so deep inside me.

Despite the overwhelming sensation, she can’t help but revel in the taboo thrill of it all. The knowledge that she’s taking him to the brink of ecstasy fills her with a heady rush of power and arousal.

Mother: (her breath hitching with each stroke) Yes… yes, give it to me. Let me take you there… let me be the one to please you.

As Dinesh’s moans grow louder and more urgent, my Mother’s arousal reaches a fever pitch. With each passing moment, she feels herself teetering on the edge of oblivion. Her world narrowed down to the pulsating heat of their intimate connection.

Mother: (her voice a breathless whisper) I… I want to taste you. I want to feel your release inside me. Give it to me, Dinesh. Let me be the one to take you over the edge.

In the throes of passion, my Mother surrenders herself to the moment, eager to fulfil her deepest desires and cravings. Dinesh approaches the peak of his pleasure. She knows that she will be there to catch him when he falls. Dinesh’s control over the rhythm of their encounter tightens.

My Mother senses his desperate attempt to prolong their forbidden liaison. But she’s not one to be controlled so easily. With a swift movement, she releases her saree, allowing it to fall to the ground in a cascade of fabric.

At that moment, her cleavage is revealed in all its glory, a tempting invitation to indulge in the depths of her desires.

Mother: (a smirk tug at the corners of her lips as she asserts her dominance) You can try to control me, Dinesh, but you’ll never succeed. I’m the one calling the shots now.

As Dinesh’s cock brushes against her throat, my Mother revels in the feeling of power coursing through her veins. She knows she has him right where she wants him, teetering on the edge of ecstasy with nowhere to turn but into her waiting mouth.

Dinesh: (his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surrenders to her) Oh god… yes… take me… take all of me.

The fabric (pallu) falls away. My Mother’s cleavage is revealed in all its glory. A breathtaking sight captivates Dinesh’s attention and ignites a primal hunger within him. He can’t tear his gaze away from the soft curves and inviting depths that beckon him. A silent invitation to indulge in the depths of her desires.

Dinesh: (his mind racing with a mixture of desire and frustration) Damn it… I thought I had her under my control. But now… now she’s the one in charge. And her cleavage… it’s driving me wild.

Mother: (a sense of triumph washes over her as she takes him in) That’s it, Dinesh. Give it to me. Let me taste your ecstasy.

Dinesh: (his voice a hoarse whisper as he succumbs to the inevitable) Yes… yes, Madam. I’m… I’m cumming.

With a final, primal moan, Dinesh releases himself into her waiting mouth. His essence flooded her senses with a heady rush of pleasure. In that moment of surrender, my Mother knows that she has won. Her victory was sealed in the heat of their forbidden passion.

The night deepens, and the memories of their encounter linger in her mind. My Mother finds herself replaying the events over and over. She could still taste Dinesh’s essence and feel the warmth of his release as it flooded her mouth. The intensity of the moment when she swallowed every drop.

Mother: (her thoughts swirling with a mix of emotions) I can’t believe I did that. I drank all of his semen. Every drop.

She closes her eyes, the sensation still vivid in her memory. The texture, the salty tang, and the way it slid down her throat—all of it is etched into her mind.

Mother: (reflecting on the act) It was more than just a physical act. It was a surrender, a moment of complete abandon. I let go of all my inhibitions and gave in to the raw, primal desire that took over.

Her thoughts grow heavier as she grapples with the implications of her actions.

Mother: (a hint of regret in her inner voice) What have I done? Drinking his semen. It was so intimate, so personal. I crossed a line I never thought I would. And now, I can’t take it back.

Despite the lingering taste, she can’t shake the feeling of shame mixed with a strange sense of fulfilment. As she steps back into the shadows, she knows the night will haunt her/ The taste of Dinesh will remain a stark reminder of the boundaries she has crossed and the consequences she must face.

As they headed toward home, Dinesh asked for his last wish

Dinesh: (his voice tinged with desperation) Madam, please, just one kiss. That’s all I ask.

Mother: (her resolve wavering) A kiss… it’s not just a kiss, Dinesh. It’s… it’s a promise. And it’s one I can’t make.

Dinesh: (his voice tinged with desperation) “But why? What’s so special about a kiss? After what we did… after you… after you sucked my dick?”

My Mother recoils at his words, a flash of anger igniting within her at his audacity.

Mother: (her voice trembling with anger) “How dare you! A kiss is not just a kiss to me. It’s sacred. It’s something I reserve for… for someone special for my son. Someone who deserves it.

Dinesh: (his frustration boiling over) Deserves it? And I don’t? After everything we’ve been through? After the connection we shared?

Mother: (her voice rising with anger) Don’t you dare try to guilt-trip me, Dinesh! What we shared was a mistake. And I won’t let it happen again.

With those final words, my Mother turns away, leaving Dinesh standing alone on the doorstep. His heart was heavy with disappointment and shame. She disappears into the darkness of the night.

He knows that their forbidden liaison has come to an end. A bitter reminder of the boundaries they dared to cross and the consequences they must face.

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