Hearing the words that Prateek uttered, Kishen\u2019s senses abruptly came to a silencing halt.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid that guy just ask me if I enjoyed sniffing his mother\u2019s panty?\u201d<\/p>\n
Kishen glanced at everyone around him – Neetu, her husband Prateek bhai, his mother Geeta (whom everyone called GeetaMa), Manoj sir, and his wife Deepti.<\/p>\n
In the slow motion-like numbness, Kishen noticed Prateek and GeetaMa smiling at him and looking at each other. They were pranking him for his reaction. His eyes began to focus on GeetaMa, filtering out everything and everyone else.<\/p>\n
She sat in front of him like a goddess personifying aged wine. It wasn’t until then that he got the chance to notice her appearance. Kishen hadn’t seen her that many times. Yet, images of how she looked about 4 years back\u2014around the time of Prateek\u2019s and Neetu\u2019s marriage\u2014flashed in his mind.<\/p>\n
She was a slim elder who had to assume responsibility for heading her family. Her husband had become wheelchair-ridden. He remembered how she was conservatively clothed in thick and heavy cotton to amplify her maturity and boldness.<\/p>\n
She barely gave importance to make-up and outward appearance of any sort. She looked driven yet corroded by visible signs of ageing as a result of stress. It was from years of single-handedly running and raising a household comprising two sons and a disabled husband.<\/p>\n
In stark contrast, the GeetaMa sat smiling in front of Kishen\u2014with one leg over the other-sported glossy lipstick, mascara, and pink cheeks. Her layered make-up paralleled that of women 30-40 years younger than her. Kishen then noticed the purple-coloured semi-transparent silk saree she wore.<\/p> \n\n
A distinctly lined sleeve-less deep-cut blouse that left no room for any bra underneath amplified her sexiness. Did she appear to be too cosmetic? Absolutely not! GeetaMa had aptly grown into her avatar. Her appearance never concealed her ageing but rather exhibited it gorgeously.<\/p>\n
Her wrinkles adorned her face in just the right amount. Her flesh sagged just right. Her skin and face sported a certain kind of glow. Her smile had a flavour of carefree wisdom that only an older age could unlock.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat a transformation! This is another dimension of a sexy goddess. I\u2019ll explode if she even touches me,\u201d Kishen realized in awe. The Goddess was quick to recognize the new devotee in Kishen. She acknowledged his devotion with a subtly different all-knowing smile.<\/p>\n
Kishen was tempted to rub his face onto the skin that her saree revealed\u2014her arms, elbows, wrists, hands, navel, neck, chest, cleavage. Even her toes and the soles of her feet dangling in the air. He desperately wished he had in his hand her panty that he had taken from Deepti the other day.<\/p>\n
The thought of her panty tugged Kishen back to his senses. He soon became aware that everyone was watching him with just as much interest as the Goddess. But from being embarrassed, his mind was jolted into another obvious realization.<\/p>\n
\u201cGeetaMa, too, is in their circle. How else did her panty end up in that box? How did she transform? I have a feeling Neetu played a big role in her transformation. Who else is in the circle? How is her son cool with it all? God! I have a lot of questions. I can\u2019t take it any more.\u201d Kishen was feeling totally lost.<\/p>\n
Kishen felt like a little lad who\u2019d been lost in a growing maze. Just hours before, he felt like James Bond\u2014ready to raid into a secret meeting\u2014with a false sense of control. The ensuing action sequence didn\u2019t turn out as he\u2019d expected.<\/p>\n
The courage he thought he had drained out on more than one occasion. He\u2019d opened the shutters to the reservoir of love-lust he had for Usha aunty, Neetu\u2019s mom. He re-discovered his bestial sexual self as he mouth-fucked his mom like a maniac.<\/p>\n
He used both hands to bounce her head across the length of his young and throbbing medium-sized cock. Later, as karma would have preferred to have it, he\u2019d inconveniently enjoyed being at the bitter-sweet receiving end of feminine fury in all its sexual might.<\/p>\n
And just as he\u2019d thought he\u2019d seen (and heard) it all, he\u2019d been subject to yet another spicy revelation. It appeared to unbox more questions than answers.<\/p>\n
Overwhelmed, Kishen began to feel dizzy. He began to sweat. They noticed. Deepti got up in a hurry to fetch him a glass of water. He saw Neetu look at him, rather concerned. She leaned forward, kept her hand on his thighs and asked if he was alright.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo and sit on the sofa, Kishen. Be the witness, not the judge. Settle your mind, son,\u201d spoke GeetaMa. Her finger pointed to the space next to Manoj sir on the adjacent sofa where Deepti had been sitting.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure! But only after I\u2019ve had a chance to suck on that lovely finger\u2026\u201d Kishen thought.<\/p>\n
Like a \u2018tube-light\u2019 robot, Kishen did as the Goddess instructed. Just as he went and sat next to Manoj sir, Deepti came with a glass of water.<\/p>\n
\u201cDrink, Kishen! Small sips, take it slow,\u201d GeetaMa said, looking at him with a wise smile. Emptying the glass in slow but continuous gulps, Kishen relaxed on the sofa. Seeing GeetaMa\u2019s lusty elegance, he was smitten and horny.<\/p>\n
But his dick wasn’t hard. He had just cummed a while back and has been cumming many times. Even his young dick needed time off. Leaning back on the sofa, Kishen stared at the empty ceiling for a while before closing his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cKishen? Are you all right?\u201d asked a concerned Deepti aunty.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am fine. I need to rest and process things. I prefer to be left here idle and nap for a while, please.\u201d Kishen spoke, eyes closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really need to rest, beta,\u201d said Manoj sir, breaking a laugh and patting on his thigh.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me know if you need anything, Kishen,\u201d responded Deepti. Kishen could hear her walking away.<\/p>\n
He wondered what she was going to do, but he didn\u2019t bother asking. He just wanted to lay there on the sofa with his eyes closed. Kishen continues to hear the sounds and conversations around him and makes sense of what\u2019s happening.<\/p>\n
\u201cPrateek, will Abhay (baby) be safe with his badi dadi?\u201d Kishen heard Neetu ask.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, dear, she will take good care of him,\u201d responded GeetaMa.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen come, my love. Let\u2019s go to my room. I need you along and all to myself. Ever since I delivered our son, I\u2019ve been made to wait soo damn fucking long to be fucked. I\u2019ve had to reclaim what I\u2019ve been denied. And it means nothing without you. That\u2019s why I called you here. I couldn\u2019t wait for you to come home. I didn\u2019t think you\u2019d bring ma (Geeta).\u201d Neetu says to Prateek.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo on, my son. Don\u2019t keep your wife waiting.\u201d GeetaMa says. Kishen could hear the couple getting up. While heading to Neetu\u2019s room, they saw Deepti cutting vegetables in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t have to, Deepti aunty!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArrey, it is fine, Neetu. I am a bit hungry, and I am sure everyone will be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShall I help?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? I am not going to make you wait even one second longer to be with your husband. God will punish me,\u201d Deepti jokingly responds.<\/p>\n
Breaking a laugh, Neetu responds, \u201cAfter you\u2019re done with cooking and eating, come to my room. We can feast on him together\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDeepti, do you need any help?\u201d Kishen hears GeetaMa calling out from the sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo GeetaMa, I will manage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure GeetaMa. Besides, there is one man here who hasn’t fucked anyone yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would be me\u2026\u201d Manoj sir interjects before GeetaMa can ask who it is.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it, Manoj sir?\u201d GeetaMa asks, turning to Manoj sir, who was sitting next to Kishen on the adjacent sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Geeta. I like to take my own time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hearing Manoj sir address her as \u2018Geeta\u2019 and not GeetaMa makes Kishen realize he\u2019s probably older than her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe can\u2019t be elder to her by many years, max-to-max a few years.\u201d Kishen thought to himself.<\/p>\n
Kishen heard Manoj sir and Geeta talking. Their conversations morphed from initially being formal in tonality to being friendly to flirtatious. They conversed about each other\u2019s sexual adventures and preferences.<\/p>\n
Overhearing their conversations, Kishen was sure they hadn’t yet had the chance to indulge with each other or together. They couldn\u2019t get the timings or occasion right. Both the adults formally acknowledged how the time, setting, and mood for sex\u2014especially for group sex or even threesomes\u2014can be hard to align.<\/p>\n
GeetaMa talked highly of her DIL Neetu for introducing her to a \u2018boundless world of sex.\u2019 It was something she never imagined she\u2019d ever get after her husband\u2019s accident. Manoj sir, in response, shared how his family had been indulging with Neetu\u2019s and Kishen\u2019s for years. Kishen was the latest addition.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? Neetu took Kishen\u2019s virginity? Hai Bhagwan! My DIL poaches everyone\u2026\u201d Kishen heard GeetaMa respond to Manoj sir.<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2018Everyone\u2019? Who else?\u201d Kishen wondered.<\/p>\n
Manoj sir soon got up and headed to Usha\u2019s room to fetch drinks. He surprised his wife\u2014who was busy cooking in the kitchen with a drink. He then came back to the living room to GeetaMa. He thought Kishen was asleep, sitting on the couch.<\/p>\n
Handing the drink to Geeta, Manoj sir took the opportunity to sit next to her. He continued sipping, talking, and flirting. There was something which surprised Kishen. Manoj sir\u2019s demeanour.<\/p>\n
There wasn\u2019t even a trace of a \u2018cuckold\u2019 in the way he spoke and carried himself around GeetaMa. Neither were there any strict-man vibes that could be off-putting to any woman. Kishen could sense in Manoj sir the aura of a confident man who\u2019s mastered the art of pleasing any woman.<\/p>\n
It was as if the moment they began to speak, the man knew the woman would be begging him for more. The woman knew that with every word they exchanged, she was being drawn into his charm. It was a kind of charm that even his dad or Ramesh Uncle could not exhibit as well as Manoj sir did.<\/p>\n
Manoj sir confessed to Geeta that ever since he got to sniff her panty through the circle\u2019s mystery-panty-in-a-box game, he couldn\u2019t wait to be with her. Through their conversations, Kishen came to know how the ladies had devised the game.<\/p>\n
It was to give horny men a sense of variety while they masturbated or had one-on-one sexual indulgences. It was actually Savi\u2019s (his mother\u2019s) idea\u2014a simple and erotically fun scheme. The ladies in the circle put their used panties in a box and passed it around.<\/p>\n
But there was something else which Kishen wanted to know. The story behind how Neetu brought her hubby and his mother into the circle. With a beating heart, he longed for their flirtatious conversation to steer in that direction. The very idea and the possibilities in which it could have materialized aroused him.<\/p>\n
Kishen heard GeetaMa laugh as if she suddenly noticed something funny. Manoj sir\u2019s laugh followed. Kishen wondered what they were laughing at.<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like somebody is sleeping with a throbbing bulge in their pants,\u201d GeetaMa announced.<\/p>\n
Kishen had unknowingly become hard, and his dick was pushing to be free. Caught red-handed eavesdropping on their conversation, Kishen had no choice but to break an embarrassed smile and look at them. That was when he saw how \u2018different\u2019 GeetaMa appeared.<\/p>\n
She looked bloomed and smitten just by how Manoj sir flirted with her. As though talking with him made her blood rush to her face and skin, making her horny.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was not sleeping, just resting\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s ok, beta. No need to struggle to explain. So, you had a wild ride after beti (Neetu) poached you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYe\u2026yes…GeetaMa, it was amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has a good dick and fucks vigorously,\u201d Manoj sir chimed in.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it, Manoj sir? I have to see it then. Kishen, beta, would you please show me?\u201d GeetaMa says, leaning forward from the sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cRemove your pants and come quick, Kishen,\u201d Manoj sir said in an assertive by friendly way.<\/p>\n
In seconds, Kishen had his dick presented before the Goddess\u2019s face for her scrutiny and evaluation. Holding it gently with the tips of her thumb and fingers, she examined his cock. Her playfully exaggerated expression of admiration made Kishen proud.<\/p>\n
\u201cYoung, throbbing dick, isn\u2019t it, Manoj sir?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what I told you, Geeta.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBeautiful. Today is my lucky day. Beti (Neetu) always manages to surprise me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kishen begins to pant as GeetaMa continues with her teasing scrutiny of his cock. Kishen looks at Manoj sir, sitting next to her. Their eyes communicate.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Manoj sir, if I am being a cock blocker. I didn\u2019t think I\u2019d come this far so soon. She was supposed to fall for you,\u201d Kishen\u2019s eyes pleaded to Manoj sir.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo worries, Kishen beta. No matter how hard the man may try, the choice is often the woman\u2019s. The earlier you learn it and accept it, the better,\u201d responds Manoj sir\u2019s subtle facial expressions.<\/p>\n
The sound of the pressure cooker whistle from the kitchen fills the intense silence in the room.<\/p>\n
Kishen notices that Manoj sir, too, is very horny from flirting. He is now watching GeetaMa lift Kishen\u2019s shaft and fondle the balls while playfully looking at him. She examines how far back his foreskin goes.<\/p>\n
Even with the minimal pressure with which she\u2019s holding Kishen\u2019s shaft, a dew of pre-cum pops up at his cock hole.<\/p>\n
Distracting everyone, Deepti comes from the kitchen with a bowl and spoon. In it is the curry she made just a while back (in the pressure cooker.)<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, some people can\u2019t wait to get fucked,\u201d Deepti remarks sarcastically at the hornified-looking Manoj sir and Kishen. GeetaMa breaks a naughty laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re a lucky woman to have a very charming, very masculine husband like Manoj sir, Deepti,\u201d GeetaMa compliments.<\/p>\n
Deepti gives her a you-have-seen-nothing smile. \u201cHere, taste this curry I made while you two were flirting endlessly,\u201d she says jokingly. \u201cTell me how it is. And Manoj sir, tell me if the salt is enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAha, my husband is also my salt checker,\u201d GeetaMa adds, smiling at Deepti and Manoj sir. Her face was just centimetres away from Kishen\u2019s cock.<\/p>\n
Blowing into the bowl, she pours a spoonful of curry into the palms of Kishen, GeetaMa and Manoj sir, which they taste.<\/p>\n
\u201cMmm, very nice,\u201d says GeetaMa. Kishen nods in agreement. Just as Manoj sir was going to speak, the sound of heavy humping and moaning emanated from Deepti\u2019s room.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are about to reach their climax,\u201d Kishen says.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for the brilliant deduction Sherlock. That\u2019s the cue for me to eat and join them soon. Tell me, Manoj sir, how is the curry?\u201d says Deepti.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy palm was already pretty salty,\u201d says Manoj sir with a naughty smile. \u201cCan you give me to taste in your hand?\u201d<\/p>\n
Deepti makes Kishen hold the bowl, takes a spoonful of curry, blows on onto it, pours it onto her palm, and extends it towards Manoj sir. He seductively pulls her hand to his mouth with both hands. He then proceeds to slowly and erotically scoop up the curry with his tongue while glancing at GeetaMa.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeepti, I\u2019m officially jealous of you now,\u201d GeetaMa says. \u201cThe man is still erotically naughty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, GeetaMa, you know he is doing this to seduce you and not me,\u201d Deepti responds with an isn\u2019t-it-obvious tonality. \u201cBut I agree, the man may be many years older than me, but he is my age in the heart, or even younger,\u201d she adds, running her hand over his face in adoration.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause of our age difference, people gossip about how loveless our marriage may be and how unhappy she, in particular, may be. If only those conservative, sex-starved humans could see our love and, more importantly, see me fuck her brains out and how well she supports me in my kink,\u201d adds Manoj sir.<\/p>\n
\u201cAww, that\u2019s sweet,\u201d GeetaMa adds in, completely forgetting about Kishen\u2019s cock.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, now, Manoj sir, shouldn\u2019t you be trying to butter GeetaMa instead of me?\u201d Deepti jokes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I already placed my horny self in the palm of her hands. The choice is hers,\u201d responds Manoj sir as he takes Geeta\u2019s hand and extends it palm-side-up towards Deepti.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeepti, my dear wife, please pour a spoon of curry.\u201d<\/p>\n
After Deepti does as requested, Manoj sir brings GeetaMa\u2019s hands towards his face and slowly licks the curry off her palm. He playfully licks it a few more times. \u201cThat tastes better. No need to add salt, dear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sure know how to make a woman feel right, Manoj sir. I\u2019m impressed,\u201d GeetaMa says to Manoj sir, with a craving in her eyes, which Kishen notices.<\/p>\n
\u201cTrue,\u201d Manoj sir responds. \u201cBut now, can you make this young man feel right?\u201d he adds, looking at Kishen.<\/p>\n
GeetaMa looks at Kishen, waiting with his dick out and then back to Manoj sir. \u201cIs this a test? Or a tease?\u201d she asks.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever you perceive it to be,\u201d responds Manoj sir.<\/p>\n
With a naughty smile, she turns her face towards Kishen\u2019s cock. \u201cWatch, Manoj sir,\u201d she says. She begins stroking Kishen\u2019s tool back to a throbbing erection. \u201cDeepti, can you drip some curry onto this lovely cock?\u201d she requests. \u201cIt’s hot but tolerable, Kishen beta.\u201d<\/p>\n
All Kishen could do was nod in anticipation. Deepti dripped a drop of the warming viscous curry onto his tool\u2014like how one would put sauce over a hot dog sausage. Kishen\u2019s cock registered the harmless burn of the curry and sensed the engulfing warmth and wetness of GeetaMa\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n
Kishen, Deepti and Manoj sir were impressed by how GeetaMa could deep-throat his entire tool in one go. She stood still for a few seconds with her forehead stuck to Kishen\u2019s lower abdomen. She then pulled his dick out of her mouth in one go while her lips wrapped around it tightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did I do?\u201d she asks, turning to Manoj sir and smacking her lips.<\/p>\n
They eagerly wait for Manoj sir to deliver yet another response. Then, the sound of Neetu\u2019s rhythmic moans transforms into an orgasmic scream.<\/p>\n
\u201cSplendid, Geeta. I\u2019ll reward you by making you scream louder than how your son just made your daughter-in-law scream,\u201d says Manoj sir.<\/p>\n
GeetaMa blushes and breaks an elegant laugh. Deepti and Kishen exchange with each other the \u201cI\u2019m impressed\u201d facial expression.<\/p>\n
Kishen begins to feel the afterburn of the curry on his dick. He noticed some remnants of the spicy curry in the crevice between the foreskin fold and the head of his dick.<\/p>\n
Recognizing his concern, GeetaMa wastes no time in pulling back his foreskin. Licking clean his dick tip, letting go only after a thorough visual inspection.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeepti aunty! We\u2019re ready for you,\u201d Neetu calls out from her room.<\/p>\n
\u201cComing!\u201dDeepti responds. \u201cI\u2019ve eaten the three chapattis I made. The dough is ready. Just make and eat. I have to go now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Deepti,\u201d GeetaMa responds.<\/p>\n
Deepti leaves the living room with the bowl and spoon and joins Neetu.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, beta. You have a nice manhood. You can put on your pants now.\u201d GeetaMa tells him with a wide smile, looking straight into his eyes. Then focuses her attention on Manoj sir. Kishen saw in her the intent to indulge with him without any \u2018distractions.\u2019<\/p>\n
It took a while for Kishen to realize he\u2019d been sidelined. \u201cYou look tired. Go eat the chapati and curry.\u201d Manoj sir added before giving all his smiling attention to GeetaMa.<\/p>\n
Kishen put on his pants quickly and left the living room. He wasn’t sure where to head. Behind him were two mature souls who would, at any moment, start fucking. In the closed room were Neetu, her husband Prateek, and Deepti aunty in a threesome.<\/p>\n
In the room at the end of the passage slept his mother, his dad, the busty Goddess and former tuition teacher Usha aunty, and her husband.<\/p>\n
Feeling rather left out, Kishen decided to head to Usha\u2019s room and pour himself a couple of drinks. He subconsciously felt that downing a couple of pegs would make him an adult on par with the rest of the adults.<\/p>\n
Entering Usha\u2019s room, he saw Savi (his mother) and Usha aunty had gotten up. They were sitting on the floor naked, and legs stretched with drinks and cigarettes in their hands. The sound of their husbands snoring sound asleep filled the room.<\/p>\n
The ladies smiled at Kishen and signalled him to come over. Closing the door behind him and heading over to them, Kishen felt silly for feeling alone moments back. Kishen sat respectfully next to them, cross-legged.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho came?\u201d asked Savi as she began pouring Kishen a drink.<\/p>\n
\u201cGeetaMa and Prateek Bhai\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are they doing?\u201d asked Usha aunty.<\/p>\n
\u201cGeetaMa is talking with Manoj sir in the living room. And Prateek bhai is with Neetu and Deepti in Neetu\u2019s room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHa ha, they are already at it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Kishen nods with a shy-naughty smile while simultaneously admiring their naked busty bodies.<\/p>\n
\u201cI must go and see GeetaMa. Kishen, can you get the maxi I wore from the adjacent room?\u201d asks Usha.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think they still think you\u2019re sleeping. So let it be. Let\u2019s have some chit-chat with my son.\u201d suggests Savi.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I long to be alone with you two,\u201d Kishen adds, taking a sip from his drink.<\/p>\n
Smiling, Savi offers him her smoke, which he takes, pretending to be reluctant.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to do this more often,\u201d Kishen says.<\/p>\n
\u201cEasier said than done, son. We\u2019re all busy adults,\u201d responds Savi.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt may be hard to bring everyone together at once, but you can have me anytime if your mom is too busy for you,\u201d jokes Usha.<\/p>\n
Kishen smiles and looks at his mother, who gives him an authoritative-yet-shy smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs the party over for today?\u201d Kishen asks.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I guess so. I\u2019m assuming you\u2019re all flushed out, and so are your dad and Ramesh Uncle. I\u2019m sure GeetaMa, Deepti, and Neetu will suck the last drop of cum from Prateek and Manoj sir. So, we\u2019ll be wrapping up very soon,\u201d says Savi.<\/p>\n
Kishen wanted so much to convey that he\u2019s been left hanging by GeetaMa. He\u2019s got one or two more shots left in him. But he was hesitant to speak up. He felt the two ladies may have had enough. But then Usha says, \u201cI wish we had more cocks.\u201d<\/p>\n
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