Ashok Fucks Mom Again !

I was 18 years old then, shy and not so naughty kind of kid. I was usually bullied at college by my fellow mates though I was good enough in studies.

My first encounter with uncle Ashok was when my auto rickshawala didn’t turn up and a stranger asked my class teacher my name and claimed that he came to pick me up. He was heavily built, around 5′ 9” height, a bit of pot belly and dark skinned. He looked handsome, a chiseled face and sharp features and thick mustache. He had worn a red shirt with few buttons open and denim jeans.

“I am your father’s friend, Ashok uncle”, saying so he gave me his finder to catch. I was looking at him, astonished while I sipped water from my straw bottle. He bought some snacks and ice cream on the way home. I almost dozed off to slumber in his land cruiser on the way.

After we had our lunch together, I was lolling cozily on the sofa changing cartoon channels, while mom came with cups of ice cream.
“ revaa , you keep back one cup. I don’t need so much of ice cream.I will eat from yours.” Ashok said.

“ no no …there’s enough ice cream …” she tried to convince him but he denied.

Mom gave me one cup, kept one cup in the fridge and settled on the other sofa with Ashok with one cup of ice cream and two spoons. He came closer to mom and slid his one hand onto her hips pulling her a bit closer. He scooped on a spoon of ice cream and offered her to eat. She was little taken aback by his behavior, especially in my presence.
“shhh. He is here …donot know what he will think…” mom whispered.
“come on ….Eat now …” she agreed and gulped half of the spoon, a small portion of ice cream on edge of the spoon. Ashok licked the same spoon clean and ducked the spoon for another helping. Her lips were wet with cream and she was still munching the melted ice cream in her mouth. Ashok offered mom a second spoon of ice cream which she took without shying away. I was watching them and felt a little uncomfortable.

The ice cream melted as it touched her lips, while a few drops oozed out from the corner of her brown lips. Before she could wipe off from her hands, he pulled her closer from her hips with one hand and cupped her face with other. She was breathing heavily and her nostrils flared. The ice cream was still near her lips. His hungry mouth proceeded further and took a bite on her lower lip. His tongue twirled near her mouth, dribbling saliva all over her cheeks, lips, and nose.

She felt embarrassed, wiping her moist face around the edge of her shoulder on her gown. She looked at me whether I was watching.
“monu, go and do your homework ….” she wanted me to leave the room

Before she could warn me more, he clasped her in his arms, and opened her bun from behind, making the curls of her hair fall loosely on her shoulders. He lifted her in his arms, making her ass rest on his lap.

She was breathing heavily, unable to protest to his moves. He started touching her neck, her boobs slowing his fingers working to pluck the hooks of her gown. Her body was shivering and I watching something I cannot resist that was sharing my mom, letting her love by someone else. I even didn’t let my dad touch her in my presence. She tried to get away, but he was strong to hold her tight in his arms, slowly lifting her gown and petticoat from her legs till her knee and he literally ripped off her buttons on her gown exposing her midriff to some extent. He lowered his head to hers and pressed his lips to her warm, wet lips. Her hands moved onto his shoulder. Ashok’s mouth grew wild and he started making small bites on her lips till they parted. He sucked her lower lip as she locked his lips responding to his kiss. He swallowed all the juices off her lips and smooched her for half an hour. After the smooch, they opened their eyes and looked at each other.Ashok lifted her gown and petticoat till her panty and navel were exposed. He got rid of his shirt and knelt down to kiss her belly button. His made trails while licking her belly, slowly lifting her gown to her breasts.

She was breathing heavily and her breasts were moving up and down in rhythm. He touched her midriff and inserted his finger in the strap of her white bra to unhook it. She tried to oppose and tried to stand up only to get caught in another lip lock with him.

“ummmff….Ummm” she moaned as he kissed her. He laid her back on the sofa and lifted her petticoat till her belly. He tucked his hands on the rim of her panty and started to pull it down slowly. Her inner thigh line and a part of her butt were exposed.

The doorbell rang suddenly. They both got alerted and mom stood up settling her gown and closing her buttons of her gown. Ashok quickly got into his shirt while I went to receive the person at the door. It was our housemaid. Ashok had an expression of dismay on his face.
“let us meet some other day ….It’s not the right time …plz go,” mom said so and followed the maid to show her work.

Ashok was unhappy. He waved to me and said “ I want your mom today. I want to make love with her.Can you leave her to me for today ?”

I had no idea what he was asking. He had a very convincing face and I nodded to him.

“I will be right back …” he winked and left. Write me on [email protected] if you are interested in reading the second episode.