Marathi Mom to Mexican Slut

Hello All, My name is Seema. I am a 54-year-old Marathi female from Mumbai. I am a widower and now settled in Mexico. Mexicans are always compared to Indians with regard to lifestyle and methods.

This is my story from a pious Maharashtrian woman to a Mexican-Latino slut for my newlywed husband and my son. Let us begin.

To give you an introduction about the characters let me begin with me. I am Seema, 54 years old, with a figure 38D-34-36. All thanks to my daughter-in-law that I have this toned figure.

My son Abhi is 5’7’ in height with a 7-inch boner. Again, thanks to Sofia for getting him enlarged and operated on. My daughter-in-law Sophia 36 years old, Latina milf, with a 36dd-32-36 figure. She has a bubbly ass and is a very horny lady. This is her third marriage with my son.

Sofia’s uncle, my husband Miguel, is 52 years old and 5’11” tall. He has a meaty slurpy cock 7 inches long and 2.5 inches thick. He is also a very horny person and addicted to sex.

To give you a brief background, I lost my husband during COVID-19. I have been alone since then. My son was in the US just before the covid began, and 2 years after it, made me moved in with him. This was when he introduced me to Sofia.

I knew nothing about Sofia except the fact that they shared the house and she worked night shifts. Miguel visited us often every weekend, and he was a good man.

We both gelled in well and spent much time talking on weekends. But all I knew about him was that he had a big farm, a beautiful house, and a powerful man back in Mexico.

It had been 6 months since I was in the US with my son. I cooked food for them, and both loved it. He worked from home as he was in IT, would go out at night, and come back with Sofia on some days.

I was a typical Maharashtrian housewife back home. I wore those long nighties at home and leggings and loose kurtas outside. I had a mindset of the taboo of wearing anything tight or showing skin. I did not enquire much as to what they did or where they went.

But all I knew was that they liked each other and wanted to marry each other, so I agreed. She told Miguel about it, and he raised a condition. That weekend, Miguel drove to our house and came in with a grim face.

Though they were very open in matters of sex, attire, relationships, etc., they did respect their elders like we did. She stayed there tensed and asked him if he was okay with this. Miguel asked my son whether he knew everything about Sofia, her past marriages, and her addiction.

My son agreed and said he knew everything and accepted it. He had a smile and then he put his condition forth. He took out a bag with a gift, knelt in front of me and proposed to me for marriage. I was taken aback and could not agree to his demands when Sofia came and spoke to me.

Sofia:  I apologize for uncle. I did not know he was going to say that. But he likes you a lot and has been alone since his divorce for a long time. He loves you and wants to have a family. I know you might be in a tryst right now with all values and morals. But I have to say one thing. I think you should think of it positively.

Miguel: How? I am old now, and how can I get married when I have a son who is about to get married? How will it look in the society? And you want me to have a married life and kids at this age?

Sofia: With family, he did not mean having kids. Even if you guys have, what’s wrong with that? You are just 54 and still ripe and fertile. Plus, your busts would definitely turn heads and raise dicks anywhere? Doesn’t your pussy get wet? And fuck society, who cares?

Sofia: Think of yourself. You like him too, right? And if you have a companion and are happy with him, then I would say go ahead and get married. Sexual pleasure would be an additional benefit. (she winked at me) I will take care of your son. Do not worry.

I thought about it and spoke to Abhi. He had no issues with us marrying. I also agreed, and within a month, we got married. Now Miguel and Sofia wanted us to get married in Indian style. She got us Chiffon sarees and blouses that were deep and sleeveless.

In the past month, Miguel and I had gotten closer and discussed everything from past life to sexual life and fantasies. Just a couple of days before the wedding, the sexual feelings were at their peak. We kissed and went further to touch each other too.

That day, Miguel’s comment when he got to know that I had not had sex for 20 years raised the heat in me.

Miguel: Your husband was an asshole to waste such a beauty. If I had a wife like you, I would have fucked you every day, lapped that moist pussy and shoved my hard prick in all holes.

On the wedding day, the blouse showed my entire back and had a string. While at the front, it failed to cover my entire boobs and showed great cleavage. Sofia was dressed even sexily, wearing the saree so that her left was exposed. I also did not mind, as it was just 4 of us,

We got married at our condo with all Indian traditions, with men wearing ready-made dhoti kurta and we dressed in sarees. With all the sexual tension between me and Miguel, I did not mind the cleavage show. In fact, I was waiting to look at its reaction.

I could see him undressing me in his mind while his dhoti made a tent. We did our rituals first and then got Abhi and Sofia married. After the marriage was done, Miguel opened a bottle of champagne and wine for us and we all had food and drinks. Since everyone forced me, I also tried and liked the wine.

I never knew when I was down four glasses and tipsy. Miguel brought some hookah and asked me to take a drag. I coughed at one but then took a few more. They were enough to take me on a trip. My pallu was down, and my boobs were at show.

I saw Miquel smacking his lips and looking at them. He leaned forward, and so did I, and we kissed in front of the kids. The wine made me too horny, and with all the sexual tension for days, I kissed him like a teenager. We went on for 5-7 minutes.

Sofia cheered us, and Abhi whistled and that made us snap out of it.

Sofia: I guess its better you guys take the room. I think you both need to fuck hard. We are okay. We can do it anywhere.

She winked at me. I looked at Abhi, and he was smiling. Miguel pulled me up, took me to the room, and shut the door behind me. Inside, we both started kissing and fondling each other like teenagers.

My mind was in a duel. One part was thinking, my son is outside, and I am here inside, horny like a teenager. The other was focused on Miguels’ kisses and boob press.

The latter won the duel when Miguel put my hand on his thick, hard dick. He removed my saree and made me lie on my back. Removed my petticoat and started licking my thighs. I was getting a man’s touch after years, and that itself sent shivers down my spine.

He pushed my panty aside and put his tongue on my pussy. I was in seventh heaven after that and had never felt this pleasure in life. He went on licking my cunt for 5 minutes, and I had an orgasm. It was so big that I almost cum on his face. He came over and kissed me while I pulled his shirt over his head.

His dick was touching my pussy, and the tip was rubbing on my clit. I just had an orgasm, but my pussy wanted more.  He tore my blouse to free my boobs and started sucking them like a baby. I took his thick dick and placed it on my pussy in the horniness, only to scream as the big head went into my tight pussy.

But Miguel was gentle. He pushed a little, sucked my boobs and kissed me till the pain sided. He kept doing it for a few minutes before the entire dick went in. He was at aw with the tightness.

Miguel: Aahh. You are so tight. Just like a virgin. Your husband was an asshole to leave this pussy. But I am not going to. I will fuck you day and night. So beautiful, darling.

Me: I have not had sex in years. Yes. This feels so good. Fuck me, Fuck me like a whore. Fill me with your cum. Fuck me.

After that, Miguel started moving two and fro, and all I did was moan. In between, my other part came out and said.

Me: Oh God, my son and daughter-in-law are outside. I am fucking inside the room shamelessly. But forgive me, I cannot stop. Aahh, this feels the best.

Miguel: Ah. Don’t worry about them. They are hornier than us. They have been fucking each other for years now and still fuck each other every day. Sofia is a slut, and sex addicted like me. Her husband could not take it and left her. But your son is a perfect match for her, and they fuck like animals all day.

I was shocked to hear that she was married before. But I let him continue and enjoy the fuck.

Miguel: They don’t care about people or anyone. It was just for you that they wore clothes at home, or else your son keeps her naked. She is practically naked the whole day, at work, then at home in his bed, and he is in between her legs.”

I said, “At work?”

Miguel: Yes, she works at a strip club. Her horniness left her no other option than the strip club so that she could get dicks, and that is where Abhi met her and fucked her. Once she fucked with him, they never stopped.

All this turned me on more, and Imagining my son fucking Sofia made me cum. But Miguel was not done. He asked me to go like a bitch, positioned my ass and spread it. And Inserted his dick in my pussy from behind. I screamed ahh. He started pounding me like a dog.

This time, I just lost it. He started calling me a bitch and a whore. All I could do was moan shamelessly. He fucked me like that for 10 more minutes and then released his cum inside me while I had my third orgasm. I felt the hot lava spill in me. There was nothing more satisfying than that.

I was tired and dosed off. I woke up with moans a few hours later. I turned around, and Miguel was next to me, naked. But the moans led me to the door naked. I found it was not locked. I opened the door. I saw Abhi’s ass. I opened it up more and saw he was fucking Sofia on the dining table, kissing her.

She saw me watching and looked in the direction of the television. I was shocked to see it was playing Miguel and my sex video. They recorded it! I watched Miguel fuck me like a whore, and it made my pussy moist again. I was horny again. I heard Sofia’s voice.

Sofia: Aah.! Harder baby. Fuck me harder. Look how horny you have become today watching your mother fuck like a whore. See, I told you she was perfect for Miguel. He will let the whore inside her out now.

Abhi: Then I will fuck you like this the whole day if he is able to do that.

Sofia: Aah! Yes, come put it in my ass.

She went on her fours, and there I saw my son’s big and thick dick. It was as big as Miguel’s but thicker than his. He pushed it in her asshole, and cum oozed out of my pussy. I felt a finger on my pussy and hand pinching my left boob. It was Miguel. I turned around, we looked at each other and kissed.

I was turned on to the hilt now and twerked my ass on his hard cock. He inserted his finger in my pussy, and my tongue fought his. He turned me to the bed, the door was open and again pushed me on my back and fucked me at the edge of the bed standing.

I was overcome with some urge for sex, which I could not control. He left the door open and fucked me like a bitch, with me on my fours on the bed and him standing. When I turned around, I saw Abhi standing there and watching us fuck with lustful eyes.

Our eyes met, and he had a lustful smile on his face while he fucked Sofia. I heard her screaming.

Sofia: Baby, keep doing. Imagine I am your Momma, fuck your mommy, yeah, harder.

I heard those words and so did Miguel and Abhi. I closed my eyes in pleasure as Miguel’s dick hit my womb, and I had a flash of Abhi fucking me. I had an intense orgasm at that very moment. It was so intense that even Miguel had his at the same time.

Watching us release, Abhi and Sofia also finished and lay there panting. We went back to sleep.

I woke up the next morning naked in Miguel’s arms, and the door was left open. I got up and looked around. I had nothing to wear. My clothes in the closet were missing. I had to pee urgently to wear Miguel’s shirt and went to the washroom outside.

As I stepped out, I saw Abhi and Sofia naked, sleeping on the bed. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I reminisced about the events of last night. My son watched me while getting fucked naked by my new husband, the talks, the things that Miguel said about Sofia.

I loved the feeling of cock inside me and also getting fucked like a whore. Was I really one? As Sofia said, I am getting wet below thinking of their cocks. I removed the shirt. I watched my naked body with Miguel’s bite marks and my pussy, which was again wet.

What happened next? I got to know the entire story and became a complete whore. I will tell you in the next part.