Became My Ex-Boyfriend's Slut - Part 4
Hello, there this is Ridaa again with the next part of my story. In the last part, you saw how Hardik had made me a whore and how we fucked like rabbits all the way. Now we had landed in Mumbai, and I did not feel like leaving Hardik and going home. As such, my mother was not bothered about my whereabouts. Hardik took me to his car. Hardik: “I will drop you home.” Me: “Main soch rahi thi, ab randi tune bana hi diya hai, toh kyu na tere ghar chalke chudai kare? Teri maa ko bhi toh patau, use bhi toh batau kaisi chinaal hu main, taaki apni jaldi shaadi ho aur din bhar chudai kare.” (I was thinking now that I am a whore then why don’t we go home and meet your mom and show her what a whore I am.) I was pressing his cock over his pants and bent forward. I had worn a spaghetti top and skirt, which had a slit from the side. So when I sat, it showed up my thighs. I bent forward to kiss him, and he held my boobs in hand and pressed it we kissed for a brief 10 minutes there very passionately. It was after midnight, and the streets were empty. I removed his cock out of his pants and was giving him a blow job. He tore my spaghetti top and was pressing my boobs. His dick was too hard now. I could sense he needed a pussy. We reached his building. He parked the car and got down. With his dick hanging out, pulled me out of his car, lifted my skirt, bent me, and entered me from behind. I was already wet with all the sucking and boob pressing. Hardik: Randi saali, bohut garam hai teri chut. (Bloody bitch, so wet for me already.) He spanked my butts hard. Their size had also increased along with my boobs, and I could sense that. Me: “Haan bhadve, teri maa ke samne chodungi tujhe, yeh sochke hi meri chut geeli hogayi thi. Saali peechli baar jab apne ko pakada tab toh chudne bhi nahi diya tha aur mujhe randi ki tarah sunaya tha. Ab main dikhaungi ka randi ki tarah chudna kise kehte hai. Saali chinaal ab bete ka lund chut main lete waqt usse usul nahi yaad aate, tab mujhe bade sikhaye the.” (Yes, you pimp, I am wet thinking of the fact that I will fuck you in front of your mother. Last time she caught us when we were about to fuck, and said so many things to me, talked about principles. Now where are the principles?” He fucked me out there in the open in his building. I was also shamelessly getting fucked on his car’s bonnet, spreading my legs naked. We fucked there for 15 minutes, and he came inside me. Hardik: “Itne kapde pehengi toh kaise patayegi maa ko?’ (How are you going to strike an impression with so many clothes on?) Me: “Dekhte jaa, darling, mujhe to mann kar raha nangi hi chalu uppar, tera lund pakadke. Par fir thoda jyada hoga, rukjaa mere dimag mein hai batati hu.” (I feel like going naked in front of her holding your naked dick. But this will be too much for her, wait and watch.) I removed the cover-up that I brought and tied it on my boobs such that it had a knot in the center. It covered 40 percent boobs showing deep cleavage. It ended in the mid of my ass, so practically my ass was visible, and so was my wet pussy. We went home, he had the spare keys, but he still rang the bell. His mother answered the door. There she was, a bigger slut than me, wearing a negligee covering nothing on her. It was simply so short that her boobs and ass were exposed. She opened the door and pulled Hardik in. She kissed him very hard and started holding his dick, he was turning hard again. I was surprised to see it get hard again in just 10 minutes. He was sucking her boobs, and she was giving him a handjob. She bent down and started sucking his dick: Mother: “Kiti tadapat hote mi ya lund saathi. Kiti kadak lund aahe majhya poracha. ye majhi chut oli aahe. (I was dying for this hard cock son, look how hot wet my cunt has become) She stood up, and it was then when she noticed I was also there. “Hi tula kuthe bhetli? Ani ithe kay karte hi?”(Where did you meet her and what is she doing here at this time of the hour?) Hardik: “Tithe lagnala bhetleli chut aahe ti. Char divas hichich chut marat hoto. Sagli kade jhavla randi la. Aata ughdyavar pan khaali jhavatch hoto tila.”(She is the cunt I met at the wedding and fucked her for four days there. I fucked her in the open also, and even now). Me: “Hello, aunty.” Saying this, I gave her a hug and a kiss on her lips. She was holding Hardik’s cock in her hand and stroking it and kissing me. We went in a very passionate lip lock for a few minutes. I was pressing her boobs, and they were simply awesome, I was loving mauling them. Mother: “Kay kiss karti hai tu, waah. Tujhe ladkiya pasand hai?” Saying this, she was checking me from head to toe, very carefully and with lustful eyes. She asked me to sit and asked me, “Kya piyegi tu?” Me: “Tumhare beta ka cum, aur aapke chut ka rass.” (Yours and your son’s cum) Mother: “Kya baat hai, lekin uske mood mein aane k liye kya logi?” ( That’s so sweet, but to get into that mood, what will you have?) Me: “Whisky ya scotch on the rocks.” I took out the smoke from my bag and lit one up. I was pretty turned on with her. Let me tell you about her. She was of my mother’s age, but she had a figure of 38D-34-40, and she had nice voluptuous bums. And in the negligee that she had worn, she looked too hot to resist. She came up with the bottle and two glasses and poured the drink for us. We had the drink bottoms up. We were talking about her sex drive, and how Hardik and I enjoyed it. How I had a threesome with the lady. We had a few drinks by now, and she had started getting hot. I could sense that she leaned, held my head, and gave me a very hard liplock. She removed the knot of my cover-up, and I was naked in front of her with my hard nipples. She saw that and licked me and started abusing me. Mother: “Randi Saali nangi ghum rahi hai.