Real Affectionate Mother: 6

Gurpreet & her husband's reminiscing about their hot early life, Protima's dreaming about her son, Gurpreet's seduction for her Adibasi driver.

Gurpreet Kaur, one of the dearest friends of Protima Chowdhury sat on the commode, her nightgown bunched around her waist. Through her wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her curly black cunt-hair, then drop into the bowl. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake.

"Jas?" She called.

"Yeah?" Her husband answered, pushing the bathroom door open. "Well, aren't you now
a pretty sight?"

"Look, who's talking. You look as bad as I feel," She said with a smile. Her husband was naked except for a towel around his mid section, his flaccid cock making a delightful bulge at the crotch. She saw it twitch as he eyed her with open appreciation.

Blessed with good skin tone and bone structure, the renowned childless Punjabi headmistress still possessed almost all the physical attributes that had first attracted her husband, over twenty years ago. Her face showed no surrender to her age and her long-legged body was well put together.... tits, full and firm, stomach flat, and a shapely set of jiggling ass.

"Oh, honey," She said, "I can't wake up this morning. I'm too beat up with the forthcoming half-yearly exam of my school. But what about you?"

"Fantastic.... fit as a fiddle and want to trot. Want to go around again?"

"You're too much," She giggled and then remembering something, she asked, "OK, did you hide our special homemade video real good? You know Ajmira often comes to our house with her son Abdul and the kid likes to play video games in our computer."

"Of course I did," He lied. Their latest homemade video was kept in a pendrive which was still attached in the computer socket.... however a copy of it was kept with hidden password in a folder of the computer. "Relax darling, he doesn't go sneaking through the drawers anymore."

"Oh, God. Do you remember when oneday Abdul found my soaked panties in the computer drawer and taking that he started to sniff? I almost died from embarrassment."

"What's wrong with that.... you know I'm a big fan of your soaked panties.... so you shouldn't blame the kid!" Jaspal remarked in which they both broke into laughter.

"We've come a long way since then, haven't we?"

"And how. That's why I want all our videos in a safe place where no one is going to find them. You know it can spoil my reputation among my students.... and what about my friend Ajmira, she would never spare me."

"Com'on darling.... don't be so much tensed about that. You know now in internet's era it's a common matter to a large no. of persons. So don't worry too much about it. Do you remember, how much Ajmira and her husband loved our special homemade videos just as much as we do. Admit it," He urged.

"How could I dear.... those were the golden days..." Gurpreet tried to reminisce.

"Oh all those passed away since her husband's death." Jaspal felt extremely sorry for the sudden death of Ajmira's husband. "Anyway we should try for a new ones..... what about your Bengalee friend.... I mean Protima?"

"You're a dirty man!" She said giggling. "You know I'm trying for that too."

"I sure am," He said, pulling her to him.

Gurpreet felt the hair on his bare chest rub against her sensitive tit-flesh and her blood stirred. She was amazed that he still couldn't get enough, not even after twenty years of their marriage.....neither could she. They had found the secret of keeping the magic alive.

"How'd you like this dirty ol' man to prong you again?"

"After last night? You can't have that much energy left."

He rubbed the palm of his hand over her nipple making it immediately come alive and hardened. Her body's trigger was her nipples, and he knew it. Her pussy began to heat up, making her juices flow.

"You bastard! Oh, that feels so good." Playfully, she punched his arm as his knowing hands began to roam her body, stoking the smoldering ember in her loins.

"So, you're not so beat up after all."

"Like hell! You know how beat up I'm. You've it recorded for posterity..... Oooh, yes, do that!"

"I sure as hell do, and everytime I think about it, I feel horny. Like now..... Com'on, let's go to bed."

Gurpreet giggled as she allowed herself to be maneuvered to the large bed. Her husband pulled the towel that was wrapping around her body loosely and it fell to her feet, almost causing her to trip. Reaching to steady her, his hand found her left tit. The shock was electric and caused her to suck in her breath. Automatically she reached for his stiffening prick to balance herself.

"God," He said, with a choke in his voice, "You really are a sexy woman.... same as you were twenty years ago."

Gurpreet smiled happily getting same type of attention from her husband like twenty years ago as she kneaded his cock, feeling it grow harder and hotter in her hand. "And you, pretty liar, only get better with age. More kinky, too," She giggled. "And I love it!"

She fell back on the bed with his hands trailing over the hills and valleys of her body. Spreading her legs wide he blew softly into her silky, hot cunt and she moaned with delicious excitement. Cunt-juices started oozing from her cunt and clung like Parle strands on her pubic hair. The hot brownish lips beckoned. Slowly, her husband flicked his tongue over her exposed clit.

"Oooooooo, Jas . . . mmmmmmmmmmm," She mewed, her voice tight with anticipation. Automatically, her cunt-lips parted. Her husband grabbed her asscheeks and stabbed her cunt with his spear-like tongue. Her body arched, and she grabbed his head, forcing his face deep into her musky mound.

"Oh, God...... yes!" She screamed, grinding her hips against his sucking mouth. "That's it! There! Oh, shit, yessss! Oh Jas, suck harder.... nooooo..... don't stop!"

Jaspal pulled his tongue out of his wife's steaming cunt and looked at her face. It was flushed and her brow was knitted as if in pain. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Her hips twitched and her tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing. With a smile he mashed his face tight against her wide open cunt and drove his tongue in deep.

"Ugggggggh! Oh, you mean bastard! Aaaaaah! Oh, Jas, keep sucking! Yeaaaah! God! Stick your finger in my cunt . . . please! Yes! Yes! Like that! Oh, soooo gooood! Fill me up!"

Gurpreet felt her husband's tongue dart in and out of her searing cunt, felt his teeth nibble the tender outer lips, his hot mouth sucking hard on her clit. He knew her body; her responses, how to drive her to the brink and back again. He twisted his finger around the slick walls of her cunt, feeling the spongy texture.... adding to her torment and pleasure.

"Oh, you sonofabitch!" She screamed. "My ass! My ass! Stick your finger up my ass! Hurry, I'm dying . . . AAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Her body arched and the muscles of her ass contracted as his relentlessly probing finger slowly entered the tight ring of her asshole. Thrashing around almost violently, Gurpreet forced her hips down on her husband's twisting finger..... driving it deep into her bowels.... all the time holding his face flush against her demanding cunt. Thick, hot cunt-juice dribbled out of her burning hole, down her asscrack... lubricating her husband's index finger.

Suddenly a vision of his wife with a huge black cock of Ajmira's late husband Latif Khan, thick prick up her ass flashed through jaspal's mind which made his erection almost painful. She twisted around, her toes curling, stiffly, around the bedsheets, bunching them together. Her breathing was labored and her words came in gulps.

"Oh Jas, I'm so full! Aiiieee, shit, honey, I need your cock in me badly! Quick, lay down.... I've got to have it!"

They quickly shifted positions as Gurpreet roughly pushed her husband down on his back and placed her juicy, pleasure-raw cunt directly over his large purple cockhead. Hunkering down, she slowly eased herself onto the long, slender shaft. Her cunt stretched wide as his hot prick pushed its' way deep into her erupting body.

'Oh, God,' She thought, as his cock hit her bottom, 'This is actual heaven! How would I ever survive without a stiff cock? She controlled the sensation with her hips, measuring the stroke... drooling out the pleasure.... making it last a long time.

"Sooooo..... sooooo..... good!" She moaned, as her cunt filled up with her husband's throbbing cock. Oh, how she loved to have a man's prick inside her body. It was a pleasure beyond description.

Gurpreet leaned forward, forcing her husband's meaty rod deeper into her boiling cunt. Eyes glazed, mouth open, she slipped into a state of euphoria where only this great, indescribable feeling existed.... a feeling she kept alive by the constant twist and churn motions of her wanton hips.

"Shit, your cunt's like fire, babe.... burning me alive. I gotta cum!"

"Oh.... no, no, don't cum yet..... please, not yet! More..... I want more! Oh, God, more!"

Lungs burning, he pounded his cock into her; their loins beating a frantic rhythm as they sensed the apex of their passion.

"I'm gonna cum, Jas! I'm gonna cum.... harder! Fuck me harder! Make me cum!"

"Yeah, babe! Yeah! Yesssss..... cummmmin.... now!"

"Ughhhhh..... aaaaaaaaaggggg..... oooooooo..... ooohhhhh."

Gurpreet shuttered violently as her orgasm exploded outward from her cunt.... a searing spasm that shook her body again and again and left her gasping for breath. Her husband's hot cum-juice felt like burning lava as it splashed in her cunt, and, now, she felt the receding flood wash back over her cunt walls, back over his cock, and begin leaking down her trembling thighs.

With a deep moan, she fell forward on his muscled hairy chest, her body limp. Her husband's cock disengaged from her sopping box with a loud, squishy, pop.... slowly, their rapid breathing abated.

"Now you know, I'm really beat up!" She said. "Where do you get all that juice from? After last night, you should have been drained dry."

"I'm a voyeur," He laughed, "I watched Ajmira and her husband's homemade video last night, and my sword starts jumping again."

"Oh you naughty, you can't forget those days," Gurpreet smiled. "Hell.... I'm glad we've two days in hand still now to join the 'Ajmira's pre-wedding ceremony' to be held in her house. Maybe I can get some rest. Oh... one thing... you know her father has arranged a two days grand celebration to make it a memorable one and we've to stay there for those days."

"Yes, how can I forget that! But, you're right, it'll be good to see them, specially your lactating friend."

"Hey, what does that mean, you lecher?"

"Another good-looking hot piece..... and do you notice after the birth of Ajmira's second child how much that makes her a real hot looking lady. The answer to every dirty man's prayer."

"You're horrible!" Gurpreet showed her mock anger.

"And you're going to tell me you didn't crotch-watch when her son Abdul and his two buddies Pobitro and Bahadur were there, last time? Don't lie, Preet, I saw you lick your chops."

"That's different," She laughed, "They are my students, and you know I've a strong fascination in younger teenage boys."

"Oh, and just what the hell is your Muslim friend.... a chopped liver?" He asked, rolling onto his shoulder.

Gurpreet sighed, and stretched.... her full tits flattening themselves against her chest as she did. "Where has the time gone, Jas? We see Ajmira's kid since his childhood.... and now he is all grown and on his own, yet it seems like only yesterday we met."

Jaspal roared with laughter as he said, "Oh Preet, that's priceless. And you must agree all this changes help us to found out some other interesting things."

Actually the childless Punjabi couple have lived a very adventurous sex life, and Gurpreet fucking love it! She loved the excitement of a new man using her body.... specially the younger ones. She could remember Ajmira's husband just want to watch, and that turned her on as well... seeing him stare at her tits and cunt while she'd masterbated in front of his wife and her husband, often while they did the same.

But Birendra couldn't wait to slam his cock into her married cunt, often while her husband watched and videographed that hot fuckfest in their special Japanese HD camera. No one else in their lives knew about their adultery...... expecting that might eventually make things awkward.... think them as a perverted and nasty couple and hamper their friendships.

However they still didn't give up their hope and waited for the right moment to incorporate Ajmira once again. But they often thought if their past escapade was known or not to Abdul and that's why they were very much concious about hiding their special pendrive.

As her friend Ajmira's son Abdul grew older, she noticed him gawking at her, always staring at her heavily jiggling ass or tits. She couldn't blame him for being curious, especially since he didn't have the opportunity to see many women nude.

Jaspal noticed that as well, and would often tease her about it. He knew how much she loved the attention of younger boys, and he felt excited knowing the kid wanted to see more of her. However they didn't think much about it, it was just boys being boys.

"Yes, we've had some great times with Ajmira and her husband, haven't we, Jas? And we really haven't hurt anyone with.... you know!"

He nodded. "Yes... to question number one, Preet, and No... to question number two. We're adults.... and Abdul is intelligent and growing fast. I think he would be reliable and understandable.... we sure can handle it."

"I can't believe it." Gurpreet shook her head anticipating the inclusion of her Muslim friend's kid in their team. "One thing Jas, do you notice Ajmira's tits recently?"

"Yeah, it's rather kinky, when I think about her lactating tits."

"I know dear..... you've a strong desire for lactating women for your kinkiness. I can't able to provide that to you.... I feel sorry not to fulfill your dream by achieving pregnancy till twenty yrs of our marriage?"

"It's OK dear..... we're happy with this and I think there's still now chance of getting your pregnancy. Yes, you know I'm an optimist and I've full faith in Almighty God."

Gurpreet sighed happily..... her husband's soothing persuasion created a little hope of achieving pregnancy as she grabbed his limp cock and tweaked it. He yelped.

"Don't be flip. Ajmira's family is so lovely and close now. And after the finalisation of her marriage with Birendra, there's no doubt that the two families are now closer even more.... and we sure can renew our exciting life through Ajmira and her new husband soon. That's why his pre-wedding ceremony is so important to her and us too, even if we have to put off some of our.... eh, other activities."

"Who says?" Jaspal felt some relief thinking about the prospect.

"I do! However I'm sure Ajmira and her would be husband Birendar will understand the situation," Gurpreet said, resting her head on her husband's hairy chest and fingering his sticky cock. "Is this thing getting hard again thinking about that? Tell it to fuck off. No way, stud!"

"Down boy!"

"Jas, one thing more, do you notice Aslam Chacha's odd behaviour..... although it's my imagination, last time when we attended Abdul's twelfth year birthday celebration, he often checked his daughter with his lustful eyes, doesn't he?"

"Oh, yeah," Jaspal laughed. "You're right.... I saw him drool all through."

"Even Ajmira once revealed her widower father's silly behaviour to me..... her father had always tried to watch her breastfeeding secretly whenever he had the chance," Gurpreet disclosed. "Jas, it makes me think he has the same kinky fantasy for his own daughter like you."

"Fantasyland, Preet. Just like your crotch watching. Besides, after what we've been doing, it can't be helped. Just a natural extension of thought."

"I hate to admit it," She giggled, "But you're right. I did peek at Abdul and his two friends' crotch too. It looked.... interesting."

"Well, with seeing him today evening, I think you would be able to proceed further towards our goal."

Gurpreet felt herself excited once again thinking about the prospect as she ran her hand through her short, thick black hair, then tweaked her husband's droopy prick, again. "Com'on Jas, it would be nice if I could do that. But you know Abdul is too much shy..... OK, now let's get up..... we've to go Ajmira's house soon.... we need to be ready."

Her husband immediately swung his legs off the bed and followed his naked wife, completely forgetting the mental note he had made about hiding the pendrive in which all of their past hot escapades were preserved.

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Being ready within half an hour Gurpreet walked out from her two storied beautiful bungalow type house and finally get into their luxury four wheeler in which her recently recruited Adibasi driver Birju Soren was waiting leisurely. The cool breeze felt so nice..... she didn't feel for switching the AC.

However she was feeling unbelievably horny from all discussions and the lustful attention she was getting from her nineteen yrs old stud driver. She wondered how his cock was twitching and leaking pre-cum at the sight of her semi-exposed heavy tits, especially when she slightly pushed the 'Anchal' away from her chest to expose her milk-white tits for his better peeking..... mmm.

She fell into the backseat with her husband and immediately Birju looked at her with lust in his eyes as her tits were practically falling out of her sleeveless low-neckline blouse. She didn't care, she wanted to get fucked again and there was nothing she loved more than acting like a cheap whore, and flashing her tits to any man that's there.

"Where to go Memsaheb?" he grunted.

"Oh not far, just go straight and I'll let you know from there"

She decided to flirt with her new driver, he's young, strongly built, sweaty, ugly and smelled of body odour and was looking at her like he wanted to fuck her. 'Mmmmm.... I would let him too, he's turning me on actually' She guessed.... she could feel her cunt throbbing and start creaming at the thought. The very fact that this lower-caste stud was disgusting.... was turning her on. She'd never experienced that before.

They were driving through the town's heavily traffic road now. It was dark and late. He kept looking at his Memsaheb through the rear view mirror..... her tits were showing partly and she loved it that he was perving over her.... at her husband's presence.

The sweaty Santhali stud had never the privilege of seeing such a gorgeous aristocratic woman in his life. Silky bob-cut hair, glossy lipstick coated red lips, slightly swollen exposed abdomen.... the thought of a mature, high-class, tight, sweet wet pussy wrapped around his low-class Adibasi cock made him extremely hard.

'She may have no choice' He thought to himself...'I'm going to have her whether she likes it or not'

Gurpreet sat in the back seat with her legs crossed, playing with her hair and leaning back. She noticed the driver kept turning around now, looking her up and down, looking at her white fleshy ripe tits as the Saree was moved away from her bosom, trying to see up her very low-neckline Blouse and that got her so hot and wet.

She looked at her husband who was greatly enjoying the driver's peeking and her seduction as he winked at her to proceed further. She smiled happily unbuttoning the top of her Blouse's three hooks so that he could see most of her generous tits.

They are huge and her nipples were rock hard. Feeling extremely horny, the driver licked his dry black lips and slowed the car to avoid any type of accident. Like her husband she took was so fucking horny, and wanted him to watch her, to use her, to fuck her like an animal.

Even she wanted there to be a hundred men watching her and fucking her wet hole, one after the other, over and over again, using her, holding her down like a cheap dirty slut. She creamed even more at the thought, her cunt pumping wetness onto the leather seats of her car, glistening in the low light, and now she was ready to really turn this Adibasi guy on.

Birju turned the lights on inside the car, casting an orange glow over her body. She could see he was wearing a dirty shirt and a similar smelly pant... mmm, a guy that strong but ugly probably hadn't had a cunt in a long time. She was salivating over his low-class iron like hard cock on her seat... aching for his thrusting in her sophisticated Punjabi cunt.

On the other hand, Birju too was highly excited and he was rubbing his cock through his dirty pant.... now creating a huge bulge at his crotch. She was sitting beside her husband on the back seat.... as darkness enveloped around the car outside. She could just see the outline of dark looming trees around them rustling in the breeze.

However all the time, Jaspal was watching his wife's seduction and their Adibasi driver's reaction with acute interest as he rubbed his swelling crotch excitedly. His wife's sexy smile and intoxicating smell were all becoming too hard for him to handle. They grinned together noticing the driver's discomfort as the taxi drove off through the city streets. The conversation was about nothing really, just sharing their night as any couple would.

As the taxi weaved through the streets, Jaspal moved a little closer to his wife, taking her delicate hands in his hands. She didn’t resist, still grinning at the driver's exited state.

“You look so hot tonight, Preet,” Jaspal said.

“Thanks dear,” Gurpreet responded as her grin was stopped.

“Thank you for filling in for dear,” He continued. “I thought I would have to go by myself. That would have been a real drag.”

Both of them stared intently into the others eyes. Their faces were so close together that she could feel his heavy breath against her cheek. He seemed to tug her a little closer as her eyes fixed on his. Before she realised it, his lips were touching hers. Involuntarily her mouth opened and there tongues met. It was a long and passionate kiss.

“I’m sorry…” Jaspal immediately apologised as they broke apart. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“You didn’t,” Gurpreet felt herself excited as she noticed the driver watching them through the rearview mirror. “Obviously I have made an impression.”

“You’re so kind,” He whispered. “I do find you very attractive and hot.”

Gurpreet bowed her head and smiled, bringing her hands to her lap. She gulped as his hand reached for hers again.

“I wish we could stay like this for a little longer,” He said squeezing her small hand. “I would dearly love to make love to you now in the car.”

She was shocked at his openness..... but it didn’t surprise her.... as she said looking into his deep dark eyes, “I would like that too,”

Again their lips opened to enable their tongues to probe other’s mouth. This time it lingered a little longer. She moaned softly as his hand moved up to brush her chest to cup one of her semi-exposed big tits.

Slowly they sank sideways on the back seat of the car. The kiss went on and on. His touch was so gentle and so sexy at the same time. She let his hands roam across her body, feeling her firm mature body.

As she lay back on the backseat of the car, his lips firmly locked to hers. She could feel his hard cock through his pants and her Saree-Saya. Her hand wandered to it, touching it through the black tuxedo pants.

The Adibasi taxi Driver reached up to adjust the rearview mirror as the Punjabi couple lay together kissing and fondling each other. He could feel his own cock starting to stir as his beautiful mature Punjabi employer lay back under her husband.

It was becoming difficult to watch the road ahead as he drove through the city. But their perverted fantasy came to a sudden halt, as they reached to Ajmira's house. Birju parked the car at the Khan House's spacious idle area.... opened the doors of the car.... and waived the flushed couple.

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