It was . It was an arranged marriage. Things happened so quickly that we didn’t even get much time to get introduced to each other, leave alone knowing about my horny stepson.
We got engaged the same day we first met and got married in two weeks. I didn’t want to have sex with him that night. But he was in a real mood. He didn’t even listen to me.
He just ripped my saree, pinned me against the wall. He drilled my pussy for 30 minutes and sprayed his creamy juice all over my ass. I went to the bathroom and got cleaned up.
When I returned, he was already asleep. Abhishek, my husband, is a 43-year-old man. And I was just 25. It’s his second marriage. I was forced to marry him. It’s because he’s my uncle’s close friend and a very rich man. When I woke up the next day, he was already dressed up.
“I’ll be late tonight. Santosh has already left for college. He should be back by 4. If he is late, he must inform you, or you call him and ask what’s going on,” Abhishek said and left.
Santosh is his son. I was looking forward to meeting him as he’s only a few years younger than me. I would be alone for some time, so I wasn’t in any hurry to take a bath and eat. The whole day I was watching TV, sitting on the couch. I was pretty bored.
But that’s when Sindhu, my friend, texted me. It read, “Hey Ramz, everything alright?”
Ramz is short for Ramya if you’re confused.
“Yeah, of course, I am,” I replied.
“Did you guys do it yesterday?” was her next message.
“I wasn’t in the mood, but we did it anyway,” I replied.
“Well, I’m glad it wasn’t your first ride,” she joked.
“Yeah, I am glad too. It would’ve been a nightmare if it was,” I replied.
We talked about a lot of stuff for some time, mostly about my sexual life and how many boys have entered me. The answer is 4 if you’re wondering.
Finally, it was 4 pm. I was hoping I would meet Santosh. But he called the landline and said he’ll be late today. I was so bored, never been this bored in my entire life. Finally, it was 7, and Santosh came home.
“Hey, Santosh. So what took you so long?” I asked.
“Nothing specifically, we were just playing football,” he said.
He was pretty shocked to see me. His father didn’t want him at our marriage for some reason. But Abhishek said he showed Santosh a few of my pictures so he’ll recognize me.
“What you’ve never seen me?” I asked. I was wondering, maybe it’s my dress that made him react like this. I was wearing a satin maxi and wasn’t wearing a bra so he could see my nipples poking the dress.
“Yes, I’ve seen you in photos,” he said.
“Oh, good. So how about we sit down and have a little chat. You know? To get to know each other,” I asked.
“Sure, not a problem,” he said.
We sat down on the couch.
“I assume you know my name,” I said.
“Yeah. Ramya, right?” he asked.
“Yes, now it’s Ramya Abhishek. I know it must be hard for you to accept me. But please don’t look at me like a villain figure. I’m here to support you and your father,” I said.
“That’s not a problem. But it will take some time to start calling you mom. I hope that’s okay with you,” he said.
“Absolutely. Just call me Ramya till you feel like it. Our age difference is not that huge, so it’s fine by me,” I said.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“I’m 25. And you are 20 if I’m being correct” I said.
“Yes, I am. That’s another reason why it’s difficult to call you mom. I’m sorry,” he said.
“I understand. You don’t have to call me mom if you don’t want to. No one’s forcing you,” I said.
“Okay, Ramya. I want to confess something to you,” he said.
“Sure, what’s it?” I asked.
“I’m your follower on Instagram for a long time. I’m a fan of your tik tok videos,” he said.
“Oh, you are?” I asked.
Yes, I have a lot of followers on Instagram. I was worried about finding out he’s my follower. Except for my nipples and clit, I’ve shown every other part in my Instagram profile. And my tik tok videos? I’m sure you can assume how those would be.
“Yes, I comment on almost every one of your posts. But you never reply,” he said.
“That’s because I mute my notifications. I get a lot of comments, so I can’t reply to every one of them. From now on, I will reply to all your comments, only if you don’t tell about my Instagram to your dad,” I said.
“Sure, I won’t tell him about it. But can you give me a follow back and regularly do videos with me?” he asked.
“Follow back? Sure. But are you sure about the videos? I don’t want my followers to know that I’m married,” I said.
“Don’t tell them I’m your son. Let’s just be friends. Two very close friends,” he said.
“Okay, okay. I guess we have a deal. But whatever you’re doing, take it to step by step. That way, we both might have our fun,” I said and winked.
“Sure, I know. And one more thing, you can dress like how you’re in your Instagram posts, I don’t mind,” he said and went to his room.
“This boy has balls and guts,” is what I thought. If I wasn’t married to his father, we would’ve probably fucked by now. We can still do it. It’s not like I gave birth to him. But I thought I’d wait till he makes some big moves. I hope it happens when he asks me to shoot videos with him. I was eagerly looking forward to that day.
To be continued.
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