“Lots of things?” I enquired with bewilderment.
“Yes, dear, tell me, what do your friend’s husbands do to make them hot?” Joy was really enjoying the husband-wife conversation, especially as a guide to a naïve wife.
To be honest, I was reliving my young bride days, when I had learned the nuances of sex from Joy’s father. It felt even more exciting now that I was learning new things from my son. It’s never too late to learn.
“Little bit of kissing, fondling the boobs and some finger their pussy.”
“Good girl, you’re picking up fast. So that’s it?”
“After that, they stick their cocks in the pussy and move back and forth very fast till they eject their sperm.”
“No more of this biology textbook stuff. Say cum, jizz, wad, and in Bengali – Fyada.”
“Cum, Jizz, Wad,” I repeated and slowly uttered ‘Fyada,’ which really pleased him. “But none of my friends had their boobs eaten like you did, dear husband.”
We were speaking in both Bengali and English. Bengali is more explicit and specific when it comes to sexual matters.
For the sake of the larger reader group, I am writing in English. When Joy was making me utter those obscenely sweet Bengali terms, I was surprised that they were arousing me considerably. When I was growing up, I had squirmed in shame when some of those terms entered my ears inadvertently.
“You liked it, sweet wife?”
“Very much, darling.”
“I will make you like and enjoy many other things, my dear wife.”
“I am all yours, husband. Give me the time of my life.”
I gave him a tight hug. He went down, kissing my gym-toned abdomen, and rested his mouth on the knot of my satin maroon petticoat. He undid the knot with his teeth, which aroused me considerably. It was many folds exciting than my original ‘fulsojjya’ (Suhagraat) with Joy’s father.
I was thoroughly enjoying my second innings as a freshly wedded wife. For Indian women, the suhagraat is of utmost importance, and lucky me – savoring two of them in my single life.
Joy rustled away my petticoat to reveal my sexy lacy dark red panties. He felt my long from the ankles to the thighs and murmured, “Your legs are so soft and supple and yet so well-toned.” His hands roaming on my thighs, aggravated my arousal.
“Wow, sexy panties, too,” He remarked as he rested his chin on my cunt mound and produced a tingling sensation in my lower stomach. He kissed me just over the garter and held the garter firmly with his teeth.
Oh my God, my own son, my new husband, was going to rip off the panties of his own mother – now his freshly wedded wife. In one swift move of his head, he peeled off the panties of my fluffy cunt, down to my ankles, and threw it away into some obscure corner of the bedroom.
“I guess you won’t be needing panties anymore tonight.”
With glistening eyes, he moved forward and used his hands to part my semi-reluctant legs and said, “Ah, it’s time to have a close inspection of my wife’s cunt.”
I immediately put my palms hastily over my cunt and invoking the coy, shy bride said, “Oh hubby, don’t be so shameless, you’re making me feel very shy. (Amar je bhishon lojja korche). The first time a man is looking at it.”
“It’s no other man, dear,” he assured me, and as he spoke, his hot breath literally sizzled my inner thighs, “It’s your husband. I own your boobs now, I own your cunt also. Whenever I want you’re supposed to show it to me, let me touch it, kiss it, lick it and fuck it. Only then can you give me total pleasure. So remove your hands, sweet wife.”
“So a husband kisses and licks a wife’s cunt. Does it please him?” I spoke naively while withdrawing my hands from my chubby pussy. I was highly satisfied as he reiterated my self-opinion about my pussy.
“Wow, wife, what a chubby pussy God has given you. Kissing and licking pussy not only gives pleasure to the husband. But tremendous enjoyment to the wife too. Ah, your pussy looks so delicious – my mouth is watering.”
The next ten minutes was sheer heaven. My son’s lips, tongue, and mouth explored my naked pussy, providing me the most rapturous cunt eating experience of my life.
My shrieks of ecstasy, his groans of satisfaction, metallic sounds of my jewelry, the rustling of the bed sheet made the experience highly memorable. My naïve wife dialogues got him going with fresh vehemence.
With his extraordinary cut eating skills, I was almost in seventh heaven. I found my hands moving up to his head, holding it firmly and caressing his hair. The sounds of my bangles mingled with my rampant expressions were like sweet music to his ears. My cunt had started to water well.
The sounds of is the tongue lashing over and in my sloppy pussy made obscenely sweet sounds. There are no words to describe these sounds. What an extraordinary cunt eater I have given birth to. The best thing – instead of any other woman, it was me who was reaping all the dividends.
Little did I know then that it was only the first steps on to the road that lay before us? Sensing my urgency, Joy stopped the marathon pussy eating session and stood up with his feet on both sides of my waist. He helped me up and made me kneel down so that his crotch was right in front of my face.
“Now it’s time for my wife to see the cock of her husband. Have you seen a cock before?”
“Not live, only in a Danish movie called Nymphomaniac. I am feeling so shy to do it myself.”
“You need not be shy for your husband, dear. When a woman takes the initiative to disrobe a man, it gives him so much joy. So learn to get your husband naked – and tell me honestly- don’t you really want to see your hubby’s cock—live? Come on, dear, look up to me and answer honestly.”
I looked up at him with an expression of eagerness, demureness, and a dash of excitement blended together. It could be difficult to generate even by a seasoned actress. The effect of that expression on my son was tremendous as I spoke honestly, “I do, my husband.”
“Ahh, look at those sexy eyes of my new wife, you look amazingly hot. Now pull my pajamas down, maintaining eye contact with me.”
I obeyed his commands with pretentious clumsiness, undid the knot of his pajamas, and let it fall to his ankles. I freed them with my hands. I looked up and was rather pleased to view a huge bulge in his red Jockey underwear. Later he informed me it was of the bikini brief cut.
With concocted shaky hands, I inserted my index fingers on two sides of the elastic band. He moved slightly forward so that his crotch rested half an inch over my chin and my eyes looking into his.
Most women ignore this eye contact thing and live their lives with mundane, mediocre sex. Thanks to my son, I learned it well, maybe late – but as they say better late than never.
“Pull it down, Sonali, free your husband’s cock.” He ordered, and I complied eagerly. What a glorious sight it was, like a hungry tiger leaping out of an open cage. My son’s throbbing hard cock lashed out and hit me on the chin with its heavy head, sending shivers down my spine.
I held the three-inch diameter and seven-inch long cock with both palms. The warmth of a thick hard young cock feels exquisite. Due to the suhagraat scenario, my son’s cock was harder than on earlier occasions.
“Move your hands back and forth and make your husband feel better.”
I stroked his cock as he wanted, and he groaned in pleasure.
“Oh, wife, your palms and fingers feel so silky and smooth – oh, my wife, stroke your husband’s cock as much as you like.”
I continued the tug job for a couple of minutes and sensed an impatience growing within him. I guessed he was yearning to slide it in my mouth, and right I was.
“Now, my sweet hotwife, open your lovely mouth wide.”
“Why so?” I asked with a bit of cooked up semi fright.
“So that I can put my aching cock in my wife’s mouth.”
“What? No, my husband- please no- it’s so big- I can’t do it.” I raised a mock alarm with expressions of fright and awe. It pleased his heart immensely. He put his palms on my head and soothed me.
“There is nothing to be afraid of, my dear wife. You said that you want to please your husband, didn’t you? One of the best ways is to suck your husband’s cock. Don’t worry, I will teach you well.”
I cooked up an expression of self-assurance, ”Ok, hubby, then teach me well, I am ready to learn.” I opened my mouth wide, and with a gentle nudge, he embedded half of the cock in my waiting mouth. The heat of his cock sizzled my tongue and inner cheeks with an indescribable sweetness.
A gentle moan of satisfaction arose from my throat, which was matched vociferously by my son. “You look so much better with my cock in your mouth. Don’t look down – keep your eyes o my face and see how much pleasure your mouth can give to your husband. Hold on, I think this needs a closeup.”
He slid back the fat morsel from my mouth and relished the deep sigh that I emitted. He got the camera and assumed the same standing position with the lens focused on my face. “Now, my darling wife, take my cock slowly in your mouth.”
I opened my mouth wide and approached the eager cock taking it gently, inch by inch, while maintaining my gaze on his face. It was squirming with expressions of sheer lustful joy. I savored the heat of the juicy morsel circulating inside my mouth and his words of ecstasy.
“Oh, Ma, you look so damn hot with my cock in your mouth, and so much hotter with my sindoor on your sinthi (hair parting). It feels like a dream come true. It seems you’re enjoying it too.”
My heart thumped gleefully at those are my wife now, that’s a hot mouth you have my wife. Look at your eyes shining as my cock goes deeper in your mouth words that I could drive a man so wild. Later on, when I watched that portion of the video.
I was stunned at how hot I looked, as a cock gobbling freshly wedded Indian wife. Vineeta analyzed it as a perfect confluence of eastern tradition and sluttiness usually associated with the west.
Eventually, the whole seven-inch pole made its way to the base of my throat, providing the tantalizing sensation that I really loved. No wonder my son compares me with Linda Lovelace. I really love the heat of his cockhead that warms up the back of my throat and spills over to my very heart.
I gave an appreciative nod with twinkling eyes to let him know that I was enjoying his cock firmly buried in my mouth.
“Now sexy wife, a grip that cock with your cherry red lips, pull in your cheeks, breathe gently from the nose, and start moving your head back and forth. That is the way a wife should be sucking her husband’s cock.”
I complied with his directions and, within a minute, invoked the natural cocksucker in me, throwing the coy bride avatar to oblivion. His pulsating shaft moved in and out of my cock, hungry mouth effortlessly. I pulled back to the swollen cock head.
I sucked it back to the back of my throat with comfort while enjoying the delicious grazing of his fat sausage. His expressions of sheer pleasure and sounds of appreciation grew intense and louder. The sounds of my wedding rings in the rhythm of the movements of my head added to the experience.
I stopped for a moment and held his saliva glistened cock with my palms. I opened my eyes wide and spoke in the sluttiest manner possible. “Yes, my dear husband, I will suck you cock any time you want. My mouth is all yours now. Whenever you want, you can guide it in my mouth.”
“Oh, my good wife – let me put back the camera and do something I have been yearning to do.”
He placed back the camera and got back o position. I moved my eager moth to his cock head. His hand moved to my hair and held my hair gently.
“You maintain a steady head darling, the same grip of your lips and suction feel of your cheeks. But don’t move your head. I will do the movements. Basically, I want to fuck our lovely mouth for a while.”
“Mouth fuck, that’s a new thing, but now hubby, I am ready for anything.”
“What an excellent wife you are, mom. You’re learning fast too.”
“I just want to please my husband in all ways possible.”
I accommodated his shaft in my mouth, and he started with gentle strokes. I kept my eyes wide open to savor his satisfaction. Within a minute, he worked up a frantic pace, generating the production of saliva. The excess saliva created further lubrication, which facilitated the increased tempo of his mouth fucking.
Obscene watery sounds started coming out of my mouth. His heavy balls were slapping against my chin with every stroke. The warmth of his balls on my chin felt rather exciting. Filthy words of genuine appreciation flew from my son’s mouth.
“Ah, it feels so damn good to fuck your mouth. Your throat feels wonderful, you have the hottest throat. Now I will get to fuck my wife’s mouth whenever I want. Tell me that you will let me fuck your mouth anytime I want.” He took his saliva coated pole out of my mouth.
Taking a deep breath and looking inside his eager eyes, I replied, “Yes, my hubby, you can fuck my mouth anytime you want. I will never deny your wishes.”
Like the perfect young cock addict, I gobbled up his long shaft and thoroughly enjoyed the next two minutes of intense mouth fuck.
“Oh, wife, I can’t wait anymore. Your mouth has made me horny as hell—now I want to claim your pussy . I want to fuck your pussy now. Tell me, don’t you really want your husband’s rod inside your pussy?” he withdrew the saliva-coated shaft from my mouth and awaited my answer.
“Yes, hubby dearest,” I spoke earnestly, “I’ve heard from my friends that when the cock enters the pussy it gives tremendous joy. You have such a gorgeous cock, I’m sure it will give me lots of fun. Darling, my pussy is kind of getting watery – my friends told it’s a sign that it wants a cock inside badly.”
He hoisted me up, laid me down in the middle of the bed with my hips on edge, and grabbed the camera. “First time entrance in my wife’s pussy requires a closeup recording. Now my mom bride, the hottest wife of the universe, part your legs wide and get ready for your hubby’s cock.”
I parted my legs in the sexiest manner possible and awaited the entry of his huge cock. To be honest, I was craving for his cock. He inserted the bulbous head and shrieked in excitement.
“Oh, mom, your pussy feels sizzling hot now that you’re my wife. What a fatty hot cunt you got,” he started to move the dick head in and out, which got me moaning in pleasure.
“Ah, my son, what a magnificent cock you’ve got. It feels bigger and harder now that you’re my husband. I want to feel your whole cock inside my pussy. Claim your wife’s pussy like you’ve claimed my boobs and mouth.”
That was enough encouragement for my son to shove his delicious dick inside the pussy of his newly wedded mother. Both of us shrieked at the mutual pleasure the action provided to our bodies. We savored the historic moment.
“Aah hubby, it does feel wonderful to have your lovely cock inside my pussy,” I spoke truthfully.
He was equally honest. “ Oh wife, it feels like heaven to have my cock inside your pussy. (O amar bou, tor telo chorbiwala gud e ei bara dhukhiye swarga such pachchi re). From now on, I will stick my cock in your cunt whenever I want. Tell me you will let me do that.”
“Yes, my husband. Now my pussy is all yours. (Tor jokhon ichcha tor bou er gud e tor dhon ta dhukiye dish, jotobar khushi.) Whenever you want, you can put your cock inside your wife’s pussy.”
“Oh, my darling wife, now I’m going to fuck your pussy like a husband should. Just hold on our first fuck requires a different angle.”
He withdrew the pussy juice glistened cock. He adjusted the tripod and positioned the camera to capture the bed only. He climbed over me and grabbed me, and ensured that our cock and cunt were in the focus of the camera.
We engaged in tongue sucking while his cock, without any hand guidance, re-entered my oily and eager cunt effortlessly. Our bodies shuddered together at the reunion of cock and cunt.
“Ah, amar shone bou tor gud e bara dhukiye jeno swargo such pachchi. (My wife, it feels heavenly to enter your pussy.)”
“Amar taja bor, tor bara gud e niye je amio sukhe pagol hoye jachchi. Ebar tor notun bouke chude lat kor. (My hubby, I am mad with pleasure when your cock is in my pussy. Now fuck my brains out.)”
He started gently. I found my arms clenching him tightly, and my legs clasping over his waist. As my palms started caressing his back and hair, he started fucking me faster. Within a minute, he worked up a pace that really is a dream for any woman.
The slapping sounds of our groins smashing against each other, the twinkling of my jewelry, squelching sweet sounds emitting from my pussy, our mutual shrieks and moans of passion and our brazen words created an atmosphere very difficult to express in words.
I found myself uttering incoherent profanities between my involuntary moans. Continuing the fierce plunges, my son managed to speak somehow between his shrieks of pleasure.
”Ah, my wife, you’re going to have an orgasm. This is what a wife achieves when her husband fucks her well. Your husband’s cock is going to make you cum. Bathe my cock with your cum juice. I will keep fucking you until you cum. You really like your husband fucking you? Tell me, tell me.”
“Oh yes, I love it when you fuck me, fuck your wife as much as you want. Fuck me harder. I think something is going to explode inside me.” With an unending bestial scream, I reached a climax spewing pussy juice. My eyes rolled over. I clenched my son’s torso tighter and savored the biggest orgasm of my life.
Like a seasoned fucker, my son decreased the speed of his thrusts, letting me sink in the glory of my volcanic orgasm. I also felt immensely proud to have given birth to this gem of a fucker. Mother and son lay in each other’s arms seeping in the mutual warmth of our bodies.
I had reached a realm of oblivion with fireworks of rapture exploding in every cell in my body. In the throes of unbearable passion, I had locked my legs so fiercely that my son was literally unable to move. Now that leg lock unclasped from his back and slumped down as if beret of any sensitivity.
I returned to my senses after what appeared to be an eternity. I opened my eyes to behold my son’s gleaming face and eager eyes scanning my face. “What are you looking at so closely, hubby?”
“The expressions on your face were out of this world when you climaxed. I really enjoyed making you cum so hard, my wife.”
“I think I need to see a similar expression on your face, my hubby. My friends say that a husband is most pleased when he sprays out his jizz.”
“Well-taught by your friends, my wife.”
“Believe me, son, that was the biggest orgasm I have had in my entire life. Now I should return the favor by making you cum like never before.” We kissed fervently, and he spoke in between our mingling lips.
“Mom, thank you for being my wife. I had this fantasy for so long . I have always wanted to reach my nuptial climax with you in a special way. Will you let me do that?”
“Of course, son, I am open to anything now, you’ve made me completely uninhibited. Moreover, you’re my new husband now. It’s your conjugal right to do anything you want with me. Spill out what you have in mind.”
“If I tell you beforehand, I will spoil the surprise. I will tell you as I approach the climax. Just promise me you won’t raise any objection, however weird it may sound.”
“I promise, son. Now don’t waste time talking. Do whatever you want, fuck my mouth, fuck my boobs, fuck my pussy, or do you want to fuck your newly wedded wife’s ass?”
“Amar mayer chorbiwala gu er dhare kache kichu ashen. (Nothing quite beats the fatty pussy of my mom.)”
“To ar deri nakore tor biye kora mayer chopchope gud ta chod. (So don’t delay and start fucking your mom’s wedded oily cunt.)”
I was proud that I had picked up Bengali profanities so well. He turned me so that our heads were facing the camera. He climbed over me and spread my legs with his strong arms till my knees almost touched my ears. With raw lust, he plunged deep in my pussy and literally growled out.
“Ne tahole tor chorbiwala gud e tor nijer cheler bara. (Then take your own son’s cock in your lardy pussy.)”
I encouraged him. “Niye nila amar nijer cheler bara amar gud e. madarchod nijer ma ke biye korechish, ebar tor biye kora ma ke chude fulsojjyar Fyada jhoriye chorom sukh ne. (Took my own son’s cock in my cunt. Motherfucker you’ve married your own mom, now fuck your married mom’s cunt and get maximum bliss by spraying out your nuptial cum.)”
He pulled back his cock and shoved back the full length real hard deep in my pussy. We were looking into each other’s faces and enjoying how good we felt. Within half a minute, he was pounding me with a pace that might put Gatiman Express to shame.
It was an out of the world experience for both of us. In about five minutes of incessant pussy pounding, his body tightened. The gasps got frequent and heavier, his cock started swelling inside my pussy. I was going to make my son cum very soon. Rightly guessed, he made his intentions vocals loudly.
“Oh ma, tot ei chorbiwala gud mere amar je jhorte chole che re – oh ma – tui je amar shob mal ningre dibi mone hochche. (Oh, mom, your lardy pussy is going to make me cum- you’re going to squeeze out everything from me.)”
“Jhora jhora,” I encouraged him further, “Tor mayer Gud mere Fyada jhora. (///www.indiansexstories2.net/incest/decent-mom-incestuous-son-classmates/”>Fuck your mother’s pussy and spray out your cum.)”
“Ma tor sinthir sindoor e fyadar sindoor jhoriye toke boubanate chai. (Mom, I want to cum over that sindoor on your har parting and claim you as my wife with my cum sindoor.”
My body experienced a fresh thrill at his wish. I replied, “Tai kor tahole, ne ne tor mayer sindoor bhora sinhi fyada diye bhashiye tor ma ke tor asol bou bana madarchod. (Then do that mother fucker, blast my sindoor with your cum and make me your real wife.)”
The moment I finished the sentence, he withdrew from my pussy. He knelt beside my breasts, and held his cock over my face so that the tip was held firmly on my forehead, pointed at my sindoor laden sinthi.
It gave me satisfaction to watch his expression as he let out jet streams of thick, hot man mayonnaise thrashing on my sinthi. He watched gleefully his thick spurts sweeping away the sindoor and smearing my hair with his jizz. It turned from white to pink after getting blended with the red sindoor.
The warmth of his endless cum on my forehead, sinthi, and scalp gave me new sensations. It was the first time in my life, those areas were touched by man juice. Both of us could not believe later when we watched the video, what an unbelievable colorful, surreal mess my hair had turned in to.
At that moment, it was pleasing to watch my son’s (now my husband in true terms) face filled with gratification. When his cum subsided, I spoke, “Now you’ve claimed me as your wife in a unique manly fashion.” I grabbed his cock in my mouth to suck out the last oozing and relish the taste of his cum.
He cried out rapturously, “Oh, my wife, you’re too good.” I cleaned him away with my mouth. Once I was done, he slumped upon me, and I was only too happy to engulf him with my arms and soothe his back with my palms.
To be continued.
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