My Voluptuous, Homely Mother Spreads Joy

Hello people, This is Nikhil, 18. I’m writing here for the first time. Sit back, whip your cock out and enjoy this sexstory of my mother’s promiscuity.

I have a family of 4 people, my Father, Amma, Me and my younger brother. Ours is a normal South Indian family; we lead happy, contented lives; everything as usual, just like yours. Dad works in a private finance firm, which requires him to go on occasional business trips. Amma is a housewife, she used to teach English in my school earlier, but stopped after my brother was born. My mother is like any other housewife of her age; Cooks food for us, goes to the bazaar, cleans the house, does puja regularly, all in all, a pretty wholesome mom.

Now, let me come to the interesting part. She is fair-complexioned, 5’5″ tall and weighs about 70 kgs and has a bombshell of a body. Amma is a voluptuous woman with round, jiggly, oversized breasts. Her torso gently slopes to a fleshy waist with a deep, round navel.

She has plump and motherly hips and has an amazing large bum which jiggles and drives people around her insane. She mostly dresses in sarees and ties them above her navel, but due to her busty body, the saree gets dragged down and her deep navel is open to lecherous eyes of men most of the time. Most of Amma’s blouses are tight, because she put on weight after my brother was born, hence, her large breasts are always pressing out of the blouse and a lot of her tit-flesh pops out. So if her pallu drops, you’ll have an incredible view of her busty, jiggly mangoes.

She doesn’t wear a bra in the house so I’ve seen the outline of her big areolae at times. I’ve seen how men, young and old, look at her when she goes to the market for shopping. There was this time when I noticed a scoundrel vegetable seller peering into her cleavage when her pallu fell and nicely felt her boobs with his fingers while handing the vegetables to her, which I think mom didn’t notice.

Now coming to the main story, I was in 5th class that time, and my mom was around 36 years old. Me and my mother had to travel from Vijayawada to Delhi by train, a 48-hour journey. My brother was sick so he was at home, So Dad dropped us at the station, bought us biscuits and a water bottle and bid us goodbye. Mom was wearing a yellow cotton saree with a floral pattern on it and green blouse, which was as expected a bit too tight. We found our berths and sat down, the train was not very full because there were political tensions in Andhra Pradesh that time. Near our berths were three men who were in the 30-40 years range. They were nice and friendly and we quickly warmed up to them and were having a good time with snacks and conversation. I remember only one of those guys, his name was Ramesh, he was continuously eyeing Amma’s breasts and her deep open navel.

After a few hours of rest, we all sat down for dinner, Ramesh was sitting beside her. His shoulders were touching hers and his right leg was touching Amma’s left thigh, but she didn’t seem to mind and continued to eat dinner. After dinner, I went to wash my hands, and the other guy, let’s call him Prasad, sat in my place very close to mom, with his body touching hers, I was surprised to see that when I came back. Prasad gave me a dirty smile and asked me to sit in the other seat, saying he needed the window for some time; I obliged and sat down. Ramesh was showing Amma some dirty WhatsApp jokes on his phone and both were laughing. Slowly, right in front of me, he put his arm around Amma, She didn’t seem to mind this and I was starting to get suspicious. But Amma was a friendly and innocent woman, so I didn’t give it too much thought.

I noticed Prasad’s hand on mom’s thigh, slowly he moved it to her stomach. My mom asked him what he was doing and he replied he was missing his wife, as he hadn’t seen her in a month and that Amma’s saree reminded him of her, and he was just giving her belly a friendy touch. Slowly his finger poked into her deep navel and he started rotating his finger in her navel, My mom was acting like nothing was happening and was still laughing while looking at those WhatsApp jokes with Ramesh.

I was seething with anger looking at all this happening to my beloved Amma, Suddenly, she got up from her seat and told me to get ready for sleep. I noticed Ramesh’s hand which was on her shoulder, went down to her waist and was resting on her plump ass. Prasad’s finger was still in her navel, Amma laughed at him and took out his finger from her navel, and went to the washroom. She came back, sat down and bent down to take out the suitcase, her pallu fell revealing her beautiful footballs. All the 3 men were shamelessly bending and looking at her breasts. She opened the suitcase and neatly folded her bra and put it inside. Now everyone understood why she went to the bathroom. She innocently explained to them, that bra is very uncomfortable while sleeping so she took it off.

So we were sitting and chatting, and Amma’s pallu was still down, revealing her massive, fleshy mountains. A little bit of her areola on her left breast was coming out. A lassi vendor was passing by, Ramesh bought everyone lassi. He paid him and sent him away. While handing Prasad his lassi, a little bit spilled on mom’s blouse and boobs and seeped into her deep cleavage. Since, it was cold lassi mom gave a little shout, Ramesh profusely apologized and said he will help clean her. He took out his kerchief and started patting Amma’s chest, After cleaning most of it, Amma sat down back happily. After a while, Ramesh started touching Amma’s exposed areola with his finger, Amma didn’t mind and continued chatting away, He got bolder and slipped his hand into Amma’s blouse and started playing with her nipple, On Amma’s right side, Prasad too started slowly fondling her breasts.

I rudely shouted at them and asked them what the hell were they doing to my mom. Amma was very angry when I shouted, she said that I had to respect elders and cannot shout like that, She said that they ( the men) were getting bored, because of the long 48hr journey and she was helping them in passing time. She asked me to go to the upper birth and sleep and I obliged. I peeked down after some time and I saw Ramesh remove her blouse hooks and take out both her magnificent breasts. The nipples were large and chocolate brown in colour, Ramesh and Prasad took one breast each and started pressing, sucking, fondling and biting her boobs. Not to be left out, the third guy went for her navel and started sucking it. This went on for about 40 minutes. Ramesh slowly removed her saree and Amma neatly folded it and kept it on the seat. Prasad went under her petticoat and started rubbing her genitals while pumping and squeezing her gand with his left hand.

After a while, Prasad opened her petticoat and pulled off her underwear, Ramesh removed his trousers and had his erect penis out, It was kind of small, maybe 5 inches. He asked Amma for a blowjob but she refused. Sensing Ramesh was disappointed, Amma went near him and sat on his thighs facing him, Ramesh cupped both of Amma’s oversized melons in his hands and started sucking them wildly, Prasad went behind Amma and hugged her and was rubbing his 7-inch dick on her back.

Ramesh pulled Amma forward and made her sit such that her vagina was just touching his penis. Due to the train’s rocking motion, the tip of his dick was going in and out of Amma’s pussy, this made her really horny. The train had a sudden jerk and Amma was pushed toward Ramesh and his entire penis penetrated her pussy. Ramesh was in heaven and Amma was now riding him cowgirl and her heavy breasts were bouncing gloriously with the motion. This went on for about 5-10 mins before Ramesh started cumming in Amma, She stopped riding him and rotated her hips around his dick for a while before getting off him. A station seemed to be approaching, so Amma and the others hurriedly got dressed up and then went to sleep. So sensing no more action, I also went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and everyone was already up, Ramesh was reading a newspaper, Amma just bought some flowers and was putting it in her hair. Prasad was looking out of the window. I came and sat down and Amma greeted me with a caring smile, she gave me some idly for breakfast. I was listening to music on the phone, when I noticed Prasad’s hand was under my mom’s pallu, slowly rubbing her nipples over the blouse.

Prasad (joking): I didn’t get to play yesterday, only Ramesh did. We should play today.
Amma (laughing): My son is right here and he is too young to see such games.

Prasad smiled at me cunningly and then whispered something to Amma. He went towards the bathroom, Amma also went towards the bathroom after a while. I sensed another fuck session, so went there on the pretext of taking a dump. I saw Amma enter a bathroom and Prasad tried to lock the door, but the latch was broken ( You know Indian Railways lmao). Prasad was so horny that he started undressing with the door slightly open, Amma started laughing at how thirsty he was. I picked a spot outside the bathroom which gave me a proper view of whatever happened in the washroom. Prasad pounced on mom and opened her blouse and started mauling her boobs, he lifted her saree and petticoat, Amma had no panties on after yesterday’s fuck session.

He started rubbing his black 7-inch penis on her hairy, plump pussy till it was sufficiently wet and then in one swift motion inserted his manhood into my mom. He started giving her slow strokes at first and her large, wonderful breasts jiggled in sync to his thrusts. Amma was moaning in a low tone while he was grunting like a pig. He increased his pace while biting her left nipple, this lasted for about 20-30 mins, Amma must have cummed 2 or 3 times, and Prasad must have cummed in Amma maybe 4 times, I don’t remember.

I went back and sat in the seat and saw Prasad and Amma return, Amma was adjusting her blouse hooks and Prasad was scratching his dick. Throughout the remaining part of the journey Amma didn’t let anyone fuck her, she let them play with her boobs and navel though. The scoundrels were squeezing her boobs and licking her nipples over the blouse, right in front of me while me and Amma were having lunch.

So finally, at 3 pm in the afternoon, we reached Delhi and everyone left their respective ways, albeit a bit sad that they might never enjoy a woman like my mom again. Ramesh patted my head and then squeezed Amma’s large right boob one last time and bid us goodbye.

Fin.

A story by sadpepe, hope you liked it.