My name is Rahul. My best friend’s name is Akram. We have been friends since before we could remember, as we were family friends. Our fathers were also best friends from a very young age.
Akram and I were born in the same year, and from childhood, we have been in the same class, the same school. Due to this, we have become very close friends, pretty much inseparable, so much so that we would share every little thing. From our crushes to fetishes, our dreams to fantasies.
Both of us learned about porn at the same time and would often watch porn together. One of the reasons for this was our taste in porn was very similar. Both of us loved watching porn that had older women with big tits, milfs, etc.
We did not interest girls our age as most of them had very small boobs and small asses. Hence we didn’t even bother having girlfriends in our class. We would dream about having sex with our teachers.
Akram’s family consists of Akbar Uncle, Ruhi Aunty, Akram, and his younger sister Pari. My family consists of my dad Raghu, my mom Kajal, me, and my younger sister Sona.
Our families are very close, so much so that outsiders would be confused about who belongs to which family. We would do a lot of things together like going on holiday trips etc. Just like Akram and me, Pari and Sona are also best friends.
Our parents were both modern and traditional at the same time. When we went on trips to other countries or places like Goa, our moms would wear western dresses, frocks, shirts, and stuff. But when we were home, they would dress in traditional Indian wear like saree or kurta and pajama.
It all started one day when I was helping Ruhi aunty with some work. We were planning a surprise birthday party for Akram. We had learned about porn a couple of years before that. Both Akram and I used to masturbate quite often, looking at various aunties and milfs around us. All of this changed that day.
As I was helping Ruhi aunty, I happened to get a view of her cleavage for the first time. It was the first time I saw cleavage in my whole life. I had seen a lot of porn but never got a chance to see anyone’s cleavage. She was wearing a saree.
As she bent to pick something up, her saree fell, and her deep-cut blouse gave me a good view of her cleavage. Her boobs were milky white, and she felt like they were the best boobs out there in the world. For the first time, she didn’t feel like my best friend’s mother, someone I used to treat just like my mom.
But rather like an angel from heaven with the prettiest body I have ever seen. Being from a Muslim family, she was very fair, and her boobs were even fairer. Then I observed her waist, which was very fair and smooth like butter. All of this gave me an instant boner.
I immediately rushed to the bathroom to hide my boner. I didn’t even have to do anything. Just the thought of Ruhi aunty’s cleavage and a few strokes had given me an orgasm. After I finished, I gained my senses and cursed myself for thinking about my best friend’s mother in this way.
I was full of guilt as I walked out of the bathroom. After helping Aunty for some more time, I decided to go home as I was feeling weird. As I let Ruhi aunty know that I was leaving, she hugged me. For the first time, her hug felt different.
After realizing how amazing her boobs were inside that blouse, I enjoyed the feel of her boobs on my chest. I didn’t feel like letting her go. I ended up hugging her tightly and crushed her boobs in between her and me. Luckily for me, she didn’t realize anything and let me go.
After reaching home, I was both angry and happy. Angry that how could I think and act in such a way with my best friend’s mom but happy that I could feel her amazing tits. I closed my eyes, and all I could see was her beautiful body. She was just like the Bollywood actress Preity Zinta.
She was fair, medium height with nice, medium-sized boobs and a big round ass. She was perfect milf material. I was sure many people would have been fantasizing about her just like we were fantasizing about other women. If only she were not Akram’s mom, I thought.
I would do anything to have sex with her, to enjoy her amazing body, and suck those beautiful white boobs. From that day, no matter how much I tried to avoid it, I couldn’t stop thinking about her or her cleavage. Even while watching porn or masturbating, I would zone out and imagine her.
On one side, I didn’t mind it, but the guilt was killing me on the other side. I tried to convince myself that many guys think sexually about their friend’s mom, but it was not helping. It was one secret I had kept from Akram. I didn’t know if or how I could talk to Akram about this.
After a few days, I decided to tell Akram about it as I had no one else to go to. And maybe get kicked by him or something to get over it. So, one day after classes, Akram and I had bought some beers secretly and gone on to my terrace to have the beers. After having a couple of beers, I finally found some courage.
Me: Akram. Can I tell you something?
Akram: Of course, bro. What is it?
Me: Ummm.
Akram: Come on, bro. You know you can tell me anything, right? You don’t have to think so much.
Me: Ok. I have a crush on one of our friend’s moms. I am unable to stop thinking about her.
Akram: Oh, sexy, bro. Who is it? Someone, I know? What’s there to think so much about this? We have been fantasizing about a lot of women we know. Our teachers, Rekha aunty (my neighbor), Seema aunty (another friend’s mom). So don’t worry and tell me who that lucky woman is.
Me: Ruhi Aunty
As soon as he heard the name, he went into a state of shock. He was just staring at me without saying anything. I was getting worried. I didn’t know how he would react. I have known him all my life, but this was only once in a lifetime situation. I could not guess how he would react in this situation.
Me: I am sorry, bro. It’s just that something happened while we were planning for your birthday. Since that day, I have not been able to stop thinking about her. I don’t know what to do. Or who to go to. I didn’t know if I could tell my best friend.
Me: If I did tell, how would he react? It’s killing me with guilt, dude. I am very sorry. I want to forget it, and the only person I know who could help me is you. Please dude.
He finally gained his senses. I was sure that name had worn off all the effects of alcohol on him. He paused for a good few minutes before replying.
Akram: Don’t worry, bro. It’s alright. Chill. It takes a lot of courage to tell someone that you have a crush on their mom. Especially your best friend as it will affect the relationship. That’s great of you. And you are asking me to help you to forget it, which is commendable. I am here for you. Just tell me what happened.
Me: As we were planning for your surprise, I ended up catching a glimpse of your mom’s cleavage. It was the best I ever saw in my life. So I couldn’t help but keep looking at it for as long as I could. After that, I ended up masturbating thinking about her.
Akram: What! What did you do?
Me: I am very sorry, dude. I couldn’t help it. Whenever I closed my eyes, all I could see was Ruhi aunty and her cleavage. My mind was not in my control, and my cock didn’t even need a lot of stroking.
Me: My hand would do its work. That’s why I need your help to help me control my thoughts. Do something. Anything. Kick me or slap me.
Akram: You bastard. We have masturbated thinking about so many women. Now you have added even my mom to that list! I guess it’s alright. It is what it is. I think it’s pretty common to fantasize about your friend’s mom.
Akram: We have done that so many times. You have seen something that you can’t stop thinking about. So I guess there is nothing wrong in fantasizing about it.
Me: What do you mean?
Akram: No matter what I do, I can’t stop your mind from thinking about my mom. The more I try, you will only think about it more. So it’s better to let your mind do what it wants to and enjoy it. There is nothing wrong with it as long as you don’t end up doing weird shit.
Me: So you are ok with me fantasizing about your mom?
Akram: I guess so. There is nothing much I can do about it. Just like many other women we have fantasized about, she is another woman on your list. So it’s ok.
Me: Thanks, bro. That will help. All these days, I have not been able to control my thoughts. But at the same time, I was dying of guilt. Talking to you helped me. You are the best friend one could have.
Akram: I am not sure about that.
Me: Why?
Akram: I have a secret to tell you too.
Me: What is it?
Akram: I have a crush on your mom too. I have never seen her cleavage, but the size of her boobs is something I have been crazy about for a few days. And just like you fantasizing about my mom, I have been masturbating while fantasizing about your mom and her boobs.
Me: What?
Akram: I am sorry, dude. I didn’t have so much courage like you to tell you about it. I am very sorry.
Me: It’s alright, brother. As you said, there is nothing much we can do. The mind does what it wants. Let’s enjoy it.
Akram: Yes, bro. Let’s enjoy it
Sharing our little secret helped our friendship only grow stronger. From that day, I didn’t mind him jerking off to my mom. He didn’t mind me jerking off to his mom. However, we were very careful that no one else found out about our lust for each other’s moms.
Even though we shared our naughty thoughts about each other’s moms, we were never attracted to our moms. We were never into incest. It all changed one day when I was 20 years old. Both I and Akram were studying engineering now. We still had no girlfriends, and we were still virgins.
We were getting a little desperate to have sex. As time passed by, our lust for each other’s moms only increased. However, we were very careful not to act in any stupid way in front of others. What we enjoyed the most in the previous 3 years were the hugs we got from each other’s moms.
I would hug Ruhi aunty almost every day for no specific reason, and she didn’t mind either. But what she didn’t realize was, I was enjoying the feel of her boobs on my chest. It was the same with Akram and my mom. We both were taking advantage of each other’s mom, but we enjoyed that kinkiness.
Our parents would take at least one trip every six months. We would often visit our farmhouse every 2nd weekend just to relax and enjoy. Initially, we used to tag along with them when we were younger.
But as we grew older, we stopped going on trips with our parents. We wanted to enjoy that free time in other ways, drinking and partying with our friends, etc.
When I was 20 years old, both my dad and Akbar uncle were in their mid-forties, mom and Ruhi aunty were in their early 40’s. They maintained their body very well and were in their prime. It was one of those weekends when our parents had gone to our farmhouse, which was an hour’s drive away to enjoy and relax. Even Pari and Sona, who were now 19 years old, stopped going on trips with our parents.
I asked Sona to go and have fun at Pari’s place as I planned to invite my friends for a night out. She gladly accepted and left. I had some pending homework to submit before I made arrangements for the night. While I was working on my laptop, it died on me.
So for the first time in years, I had to use my dad’s system to finish my work. I called my dad, took his system’s password, and logged into it to finish my work. After I was done with my work, I was casually going through his system to see if he had any nice movies.
One particular folder caught my attention as it was a hidden folder. I grew a little suspicious and checked it out, thinking maybe it was porn. They were pictures of our parent’s various trips. But they were not the photos which they showed us. When I clicked on the first photo, it blew my mind away.
Instead of my mom, my dad hugged Ruhi aunty from behind, and Akbar uncle was hugging my mom. They all posed for the picture nicely. I knew all four of them were pretty close. But I never thought they were so close that they would pose for a photo while hugging each other’s partner.
When I clicked on the next picture, I was shell shocked. My dad was kissing Ruhi aunty on her cheeks, and Akbar uncle was kissing my mom. They were still in the same position, gents hugging the women from behind. I started growing suspicious. I wondered if there was more to it than what meets the eye.
For the first time, it crossed my mind that our parents were into wife swapping. I browsed through all the pictures. All of them were more or less in similar positions. But nothing too comprising to confirm my doubts. I was not sure what to do or what to think about those pics.
They never acted in that way in front of us. I thought for a bit and then called Akram and told him what I just saw. He was also shocked to hear that our parents took photos in such positions. The doubt I had in my mind occurred to him as well.
We thought for a bit. Then we decided that the only way we could confirm our doubt was to visit our farmhouse where our parents were. But it had to be discreet, and they shouldn’t know we were there. So we decided we would drive down to our farmhouse.
We reached the farmhouse at around 9 in the night, and it was completely dark. We stopped our car half a kilometer away and slowly walked towards the farmhouse. We were very silent and slowly opened the gate and entered in.
We saw the building in front of us. There was light in only one of the rooms. As we slowly walked towards the building, my heart started racing. As we reached the building, we hid in the shadows and slowly peeked into the room from one window.
What we saw blew my mind away. Our doubts were confirmed. All four of them were naked and in action. On one end of the bed, Ruhi aunty was lying down on the bed on her back. My dad was standing at the end of the bed, with his cock in Ruhi aunty’s pussy.
His left hand was kneading aunty’s right boob and his right hand kneading my mom’s boob, who was lying next to Ruhi aunty. While playing with both their boobs, he was vigorously stroking his cock into Ruhi aunty’s pussy.
On the other side of the bed, my mom was lying down on her back. Akbar uncle was on top of her in a missionary position, his cock deep inside her pussy. He was kneading her other boob with one hand while kneading her waist with the other hand. He was fucking her like there was no tomorrow.
I have seen many group sex videos. But never in my wildest dreams did I think I would see my parents participating in one. Looking at everything that was happening in front of our eyes, Akram and I had gone crazy. We looked at ourselves with shock. We didn’t know what to do.
If we had to stop watching and go away or stay and enjoy watching the amazing scene in front of us. Our erect dicks made the decision easy for us, and we decided to stay and enjoy. This might be the only time we would ever get to see our dream girls naked and admire their true beauty.
As we kept on looking, my eyes landed on Ruhi aunty’s amazing boobs. They were just like I remembered, milky white with pink erect nipples. They were of good size and shape. I so wished I was in my dad’s place, playing with those boobs. I started stroking my cock, looking at them.
I tried to catch a glimpse of her pussy. But I couldn’t as it was filled with my dad’s cock. As I was admiring Ruhi aunty’s beauty, something else caught my attention. My eyes fell on my mom’s naked body. I was trying not to look at her, but I couldn’t help.
She was a little dusky from a south Indian family, and her boobs were pretty big compared to Ruhi’s aunty. She looked like actress Kajol. She had dark brown nipples. Both my dad and Akbar uncle couldn’t fit her boobs in their hands. After seeing her naked for the first time, now I realized why Akram was going crazy over her.
Our parents were still fucking each other’s partners, but it didn’t take long for us to orgasm. It was the first time we saw someone having sex in real life, and that too our parents swapping their partners. We got very excited, and it didn’t last very long.
After a good few minutes, I could see my dad cum first and then Akbar uncle. I was shocked to see that both of them cum in each other’s wife’s pussy. As they removed their dicks from the pussy’s, I caught the first glimpse of my mom’s pussy. It was the place I came into this world from, and it was amazing.
It was dark brown, just like her nipples. Ruhi aunty’s pussy was pinkish. As the gents removed their dicks, the ladies pounced on them, taking them into their mouths to clean the cum. I was shocked to see this wild side of our moms.
Though I have seen it many times in porn, I never thought my mom would also do the same. Looking at the way my mom was sucking Akbar uncle’s dick, my cock stiffened again. For the first time, I thought of my mom in a sexual way. I wanted to get my cock sucked, too, by her in the same way.
After cleaning the dicks of gents, my mom and Ruhi aunty turned towards each other. They kissed on their lips and licked the leftover cum on lips, and exchanged it in their mouths. I was not expecting this of all the things in the world.
They continued kissing, and as they kissed, they started fingering each other. This excited me much more. That our moms were not just exchanging their husbands but also lesbian sex was something I couldn’t believe. But I enjoyed the show.
While I was rubbing and stroking my cock. Akram was also doing the same. But the thing that shocked us the most in the evening was happening on the other side of the room. Our dads, who were done fucking each other’s wives, were now getting comfortable with each other.
My eyes popped out when I saw my dad taking Akbar uncle’s cock into his hands. After stroking it a couple of times, he took it into his mouth and started sucking it. After sucking it for a few minutes, they exchanged their positions. Now Akbar uncle was sucking my dad’s cock.
Looking at this, my world turned upside down. Moms enjoying lesbian sex was one thing. But dads enjoying gay sex was something I couldn’t get my head around. As I was still in a state of shock, our dads ended up cumming in each other’s mouths, which they gladly shared by kissing each other.
On the other side, our moms were tongue-fucking each other in 69 positions and ended up giving each other an orgasm. All four of them lay down on the bed to relax after their
Akram and I slowly walked towards our car. We were still trying to get to terms with everything we saw. We expected something, but what we saw was much more than we imagined. It took us time to process and understand everything. We just sat in the car for the next one hour in complete silence.
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