Sexy Mother-In-Law Becomes Slutty

Hi, my name is Namita, 30 years old Gujarati female from Mumbai. I am a bit bubbly but still a curvy female. My stats are 36-32-36 with a nice round bouncy ass. And I am proud of it. It was not the case before I met my husband and sexy mother-in-law. I was a plump girl with flab on my tummy and a fat ass.

But after my boyfriend left me for some other girl 2 years ago, it has been a changeover and a life turnover for me. I am a businesswoman and have my interiors business. I stay with my dad, Himanshu and my mother left us 2 years back.

She was fed up with my father not earning much and his dominance. She left us to be a rich man’s slut. Since then, I have been battling the issues myself. My father had gotten completely bogged down and silent after the issue. I was done setting my business and being alone.

I was searching for a companion, and so I enrolled on a matrimonial site. I met quite a few guys but, none were smart enough to converse with an introvert like me. Later, I came across a guy from Pune name Sumit. He was a Maharashtrian, but the way he started speaking made me interested in him.

He could talk to me, and we had started chatting a lot with each other. He was a Mumbai guy but shifted to Pune for work. He stayed with his 50-year-old mother only as his parents were divorced for years now.

Now let me describe them. Sumit he was a dusky guy, 5’7″, a good athletic physique, working for an IT company. His mother, Revati, was a voluptuous female. Though 50 years old, she looked not more than 40. Very fit, with 38D-34-38 stats, and yes, she had a very bubbly ass.

We started talking. My days would start with him and end with him. Slowly the chats went to being personal, and then naughty, and then to sexting. It was just 15 days into talking to him that we started having phone sex. And in another week’s time, we shared our nudes with each other.

Then he simply went mad looking at my boobs. I went wet looking at his big 7 inch cock. In a month, we were masturbating over each other in video calls.

One fine day I had to go to Pune for my new project. I shared it with him. That night we met for the first time for dinner. I wanted a fuck and his dick in my pussy. So I wore a sexy spaghetti one piece with a strapless bra, which showed my ample cleavage.

He took me for dinner in a five star and on his rooftop lounge. We started by sitting opposite each other and having our drinks. Slowly as time passed, he was sitting next to me. We went out to the lonely porch to smoke, I was a bit tipsy with the drinks, and there we kissed for the first time.

It was a short but passionate kiss, a lovely one, after that, we snuggled on our table. On the second round of smoke, it was a very passionate long one. Some people on the lounge might have noticed us kissing for that long. And then it started.

It was 1 am in the night when we left the lounge. He came to drop me, and in the whole drive, I was hugging him and kissing him. I had got too horny then. Just before entering the hotel, he pulled me close and kissed me passionately. He put his hand on my boobs and started pressing them over my dress.

In a few minutes, his hands went inside and pinched my nipples. I was getting wet. I started to stroke his dick over his pants, and it was turning hard now. He pulled my boob out of my dress and was sucking it.

I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, and was giving him a handjob. This all continued for 20 minutes. We parted our lips, and I whispered in his ear, “Fuck me!?”

Me: Fuck me baby, main bohut geeli hu neeche, aaj raat ruk jaa mere saath. (Fuck me baby, stay with me tonight)

S: (smooch) My pleasure, baby. Let’s go.

We parked and got into the lift from the hotel parking itself. It was a 7 story hotel, and I had my room on the 6th. As soon as we cleared the ground floor, we started kissing passionately.

This time he had lifted my dress from behind and pressing my buns hard. I had pulled his cock out and was stroking it without bothering about the camera in the lift and talking dirty.

Me: Kya lund hai tera, geela kar raha meri choot ko ye kitna kadak aur bada hai. (Your dick is making my pussy wet.)

S: Aur kya mast gand hai teri, kitni tight aur mast. Aj toh main teri gaand bhi marunga! (And what an ass you have, I am going to fuck your ass today)

Me: Haan sab kar, sab tera hai. (Yes, do it, it’s all yours.)

I kissed him hard. We reached our floor, his dick was out. I held his hard dick, and my dress was above my ass, with my ass exposed. I walked like that with him in the lobby, and we entered my room.

He closed the door behind, pinned me to the wall, pulled my straps down, and started sucking my boobs hard. He started biting and pinching my nipples. I was giving him a handjob. He kissed me hard and started pinching my nipples. I was too high and wet. I bent,  removed his pants, and started sucking him

Me: Kya bada hai tera lund. Meri choot ne pani chod diya. (What a big dick you have, my pussy has already orgasmed.)

He lifted me, kissed me, dropped the dress off my hips. He pulled my panties down and started fingering me hard. I was too wet. He was sliding very easily. I was stroking his dick. My heels were on. He pushed me on the bed and spread my legs.

I pulled him over and I went into an erotic 69 position with my boyfriend. He was lapping my pussy so well. He was a great licker. I was losing it and talking dirty.

Me: Baby, lick me harder. I am cumming, and I squirted on his face.

S: Kya chinal hai tu, jhad gayi. Bohut mast rass hai tera. (What a bitch! Came already. You taste so good.)

He changed positions and mounted me. And I gasped for his size, it pained a little, but I was in seventh heaven.

He started pounding me. He bent and started licking me, on my face, on my neck, my shoulders. It was so erotic.

Me: Aur zorse, chodte reh. Kya lick karta hai tu. Pagal ho rahi hu main. (Harder, baby, fuck me harder, you lick so well. I am going mad.)

We changed positions. He made me go on my fours and leaned on me. He started kissing me, licking my back, and holding my boobs. He licked my ass and anus and made it wet. I had experienced it for the first time, and I was in seventh heaven.

He took out vaseline from my bag and applied it on my ass and his cock. He kept kissing me and then inserted his cock in my ass. I gasped for breath.

Me: Bhadve dhire se. Dard ho raha gand mein ab. (Bastard, be slow, it’s paining.)

He stayed calm for a while and kept licking my shoulders, my back, my ear lobes. He kept pressing my boobs and pinching my nipples. This was making me even wetter and turning me on even more. When the pain settled a little in 5 minutes, he started moving to and fro on me. Man, it felt so good.

S: Kya mast gand hai teri, kabhi kisine teri gand nahi maari lagta hai. (What an ass you have. They are giving so much pleasure to my cock.)

He started pounding me. I also started lifting my bums and getting fucked.

“Kya randi ki tarah gaand uthake chud raahi hai. Dewaana kar diya darling, meri chinaal.( You are getting fucked like a cheap slut. )

Me: Haan mere raja, har ladki mein ek randi hoti hai. Bas tere jaisa use bahar nikalne wala chahiye. Aur jor se chod te reh, mera ho raha hai fir se. (Yes, my baby, every girl has a slut inside her. Just that the boy should know to get it out.)

I orgasmed for the second time. It was the first time that I came twice in one sex session. He removed his dick from my ass. He put it in my pussy and pounded me for another 5 minutes before coming inside me. While my heels were on and I was naked. I removed them and went on top of him and kissed him.

Me: Bohut wild hai tu, tujhe acha lagta hai na gandi baatiein karna? Randi, chinal aise bolna? (You are very wild, you like it when we say dirty slang, don’t you?)

S: Haan, lekin bolna nahi. Mujhe meri biwi aise hi randi chahiye. Jab bolu tab paav failaye mere liye. Gaaliya bakne waali, gandi baatein karne wali. Daru sutta pine waali aisi biwi chahiye mujhe. Tere ball dekhke hi main pagal hogaya tha. Tujhse baat ki tab samajh aaya k tu hi hai woh.

(It’s not about saying slang. I want my wife to be my personal slut who wouldn’t mind fucking in the open. Also, if I ask her to, I want her to smoke, drink, talk dirty)

Me: Acha, toh main ye sab karne ke liye tayyar hu. Banungi main teri randi, bolega udhar nangi hoke chudvaungi besharam ki tarah. Daru aur sutte ka shauk hai mujhe bhi, woh bhi karungi. Par fir meri ek shart hai.

(Yes, I will be a whore and slut and ready to fuck anywhere you ask me to. I will drink and smoke, but I have a condition.)

S: Kya? (What?)

Me: Tujhe mujhe roj chodna padega aise hi, aur jab main bolu tab bhi. Bol hai manjoor? (You will have to fuck me every day like this, and also when I demand. Do you agree?)

S: Yes.

Me: Sochke jawab de. Teri maa ko chalega aise? Main tujhe bolu mujhe abhi chod jab woh gharpe hongi toh kaise karega? (Think and answer, what about your mom, will she be fine?)

S: Woh nahi bolegi kuch. Uske choot main bhi aag lagi hai. Maine dekha hai uske adult site pe bohut activity hoti hai. Chat bhi karti hai woh kisise. (She won’t say anything, she also seems horny nowadays.)

Me: Acha toh tu tension mat le. Usko rang dungi main mere rang main. (Don’t worry. I will make her like me)

His dick was getting hard again, and I was getting wet.

“Chal aaja, chaat meri choot ab. Teri maa ke saamne chudne ke khayal se geeli hogayi main.” (Come, lick me, I am wet now.)

And then he licked me hard and fucked me again. He had good stamina, and I was slowly getting addicted to it. Every week I would come twice or thrice for my work. We would have unfathomable sex. And on weekends, he would come to his flat here, and we would have sex the whole day in his flat.

I had started smoking, and every time we met, we would drink too. On weekends we would go to pubs. He would let me wear shorts and revealing clothes and then come back to his flat here and have wild sex with him. We decided to tie the knot, and he introduced me to his mother.

His mother was quite a turn on. She had nice big boobs and had a modern outlook on life. She wanted to be trendy and sexy too. We both gelled in very well. After that, I stopped booking hotels and instead stayed with Sumit and his mother in his rented apartment.

In the night, I would sneak into Sumit’s room, and we would have sex. One fine day while we were having sex, I found his mother peeping and watching us. She saw the whole act. I was in ecstasy and, at the same time, turned on with her watching.

So I did not stop and continued riding Sumit and made him cum inside me. The next morning, I felt she would be angry and create a scene about it. But instead, she was pretty cool about it. After that, she would let me sleep with Sumit, and we had sex every day whenever I was in Pune.

I came home from work early one day. I opened the house with my set of keys. As I entered, I heard some moaning sounds coming from his mother’s bedroom. As I went near and peeped, I saw had captured our fucking video. His mother was naked and masturbating to that video.

I realized she needed a cock, and just then, a wild idea came to my mind. From that day onwards, I started befriending her even more, started the double meaning talks with her. In another month’s time, I changed her into a modern horny woman.

Her home gowns came to just spaghetti gowns that ended till her thighs without undergarments. She started wearing jeans and tops and padded bras, which made her cleavage look even hotter. She would come out of the bath with a towel wrapped around her.

Sometimes she would wear side cut gowns, and her pussy would be visible. In that one month, I also stacked my clothes in her house. I would also wear transparent slips and hot shorts below in front of her.

As summers had started and it was getting hot, I would just be in my panties many times. Sumit was surprised with this, but he liked the change. He tried to talk to his mother about this.

S: Tila saang, kase kapde ghalte. Tu kahi bolat nahi tila? (What kind of clothes is she wearing. Why you don’t tell her anything?)

Mom: Are tyaat kay? Tujhi honari bayko aahe ti. Nantar nagda karnarch aahes tila, aata tar tine kapde tar ghatle aahet. Ani thik aahe garmi suru jhaali aahe. Amhala pan garmi hote. Tumhi mula bina shirts che bastat, mag amhi ka nahi. Tila mi mahtla aahe top kadhaycha aahe tari kadh kahi harkat nahi.

(So what? She will be your wife in the future, and you are going to make her naked. Anyway, it’s summer season now, and it’s hot.)

My plan had worked. After this, I openly moved in the house, often only in a slip without the undergarments and my pussy on display. While working, she also would work only in bra and panties.

The lockdown was about to start. Before that, Sumit’s work from home had started, and my work had stopped due to the corona. So we all three were at home and semi-naked. Sumit and I would sneak fuck in the bathrooms and even in the bedroom in the afternoon.

She knew we were fucking, and she would not come in and disturb us. She would hide and watch us and masturbate herself. I could see the lust building in her eyes day by day.

What happened next? How did my fucking family get complete? Where was my dad? How Sumit and I got married in lockdown? I will tell you in the next story.