My Lovely Stepmother

My Lovely Stepmother
I was 18 when my father married again. My mother had died of cancer 4 years ago and my started father frittering away his life to alcohol and seducing the maids at our house, so my father’s friends and relatives pestered him to get married again and arranged a new bride for him. My new mother was a widow of around 28 without a kid when she married my father and stepped into our house as a new bride. It was a low-key affair. I was introduced to my new mother. I must admit I was taken in by her beauty. She was quite tall and a robust woman and had a striking resemblance to Shilpa Shirodkar She was very polite to me but there was something in her that couldn’t accept her as my mother. She was more of an intruder, who spent more time with my father inside his room; but I didn’t mind as long as I could continue with my own affairs. I had just passed my class 10 exams and was admitted to a school outside my town where I stayed at a boarding house. I came home only during the holidays and whenever I encountered my mother, I was struck by her beauty. She treated me with all due respect and cooked for me and asked me questions about my studies and how I maintained myself etc. She washed my clothes, including my dirty underwears and I felt extremely ashamed. So whenever I gave my clothes to her to wash, I didn’t give her my underwears which I washed myself. But after a few days she asked for them and I had to hand them over to her which she took without any hesitation and washed them thoroughly and hung them on the clothes line along with other clothes in the courtyard of our house. I watched her from my room when she bent down to pick up the wet clothes from the bucket, wring the water off them and raised her arms to hang them over the clothesline. She usually tucked in her saree at the waist when she did this and when she raised her hands her waist was exposed and I could see the folds at her waist and parts of her breasts through her aanchal. She had a nice rounded figure and a big bum. Whenever she bent to pick the clothes and stood up again, her saree got stuck in the crevice of her ass, which she never bothered to pull out. She looked so lovely and sexy like this. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this because she was my mother, but I couldn’t help myself and I started masturbating whenever I saw her hanging clothes from the clothesline; I always made it a point to come to the window and look at her surreptitiously from behind drawn curtains. I started keeping a closer watch on my mother during the holidays. It had almost been a year since my father’s marriage and he had resorted to his dirty games again; he was back to drinking and spending time with the whores in the town. He would come home drunk late at night and shout at my new mother; sometimes I could hear that she was crying because my father was beating her. He did this to my own mother too when she was alive. I hated my father for this but there was nothing I could do about it. One night her wails were a little louder and I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up and stepped towards my father’s room to see what was the matter. The door of my father’s room was closed but the window was open and the lights were on. But the curtains were drawn. I could here the sound of belt as it struck my mother’s body and my father’s curse words; she cried out aloud at every strike. I slowly removed the curtain and peeped in. What I saw took my breath away. My mother was standing stark naked in the middle of the room and my father was hitting her all over repeatedly with his belt. There were red spots all over her body. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight. I was no longer bothered about the beatings; I stared at my mother’s naked body. She looked so wonderful like that and the tears streaming down her eyes made her face look so beautiful. Her hands were full of bangles and a thin girdle was tied tightly around her waist. She wore payels around her ankles and a golden chain around her neck that hung low and encircled one of her breasts. She looked like an angel. She had big breasts that turned upwards and the nipples were brown and pointed. She had a thickset waist and a huge bum that wriggled every time the belt struck her. Her thighs and arms were healthy and she was sweating all over; her fair skin glistened in the sweat. As my father kept on the torture, her shrieks seized to matter to me and I kept staring at her beautiful healthy naked body. I didn’t mind the beating at all. In fact I liked it, I liked the way my mother begged my father not to hit her anymore, but my father kept on hitting her and abusing her. When he hit her breasts, she covered her breasts with her hands but my father pulled away her hands and slapped across her naked breasts hard and struck them with his belt. He shouted at her to spread her legs and she spread her legs, still standing, and he struck her in between her legs with his belt and she shrieked. She had a patch of dark hair around her mound. My father made her turn around and asked her to bend over. She turned around and bent over and my father started hitting her bum with all his might. I felt like taking the belt from my father and hit my mother myself. I just loved the sight. Then my father suddenly pulled out the lungi that he was wearing and he was stark naked. His manhood pointed out like a pole. He now threw the belt on the floor and moved towards my mother and took her in his arms and began to kiss her face and wipe the tears away with his lips. She slowly ceased to cry. My father now gently laid my mother on the floor and laid down on top of her. Suddenly he was a changed man. He began to kiss her mouth and neck and breasts; he began to suck on them and took the nipples in between his lips and nibbled them. She began to moan in pleasure. He came down on her stomach and began kissing the area around her navel; he darted his tongue inside her navel and she gave out sighs of pleasure.

Then he came down to her mound, spread her legs and put his face in between her thighs and began to kiss her there; then he began to lick her there with his tongue; he spread her vagina with his fingers and inserted his tongue inside and sent her to ecstasies. My mother clutched my father’s hair as he kept on licking her cunt. Then he suddenly got up and knelt across my mother’s breasts; his dick dangled on top of my mother’s beautiful face; she looked at it and smiled. Then she took it in her hand and began to play with it. She slowly removed the foreskin of my father’s penis and planted a kiss on the tip. My father kept staring down at her and smiled back. She then took the dick inside her mouth and began to suck it; she kept on sucking my father’s dick while he grappled her breasts. She sometimes took out the dick from inside her mouth and flicked her tongue across his scrotum, something which my father seemed to like. She alternated between sucking his dick and scrotum. She ran her tongue on the entire length of my father’s penis in slow languorous movements; she licked the zone between his scrotum and his rectum and my father raised himself to facilitate her action He pushed up till his rectum was directly in front of her mouth. She darted her tongue into his asshole, my god! She kissed my father’s ass creek and spread the ass cheeks with her fingers and inserted her tongue inside it. This was too much! She kissed my father’s ass; all the while my father kept on grappling her breasts. She concentrated on his dick again And began sucking it like a lollipop; she was like a woman possessed. After some time, he pulled out his wet dick from inside her mouth, slowly raised himself and laid down full length over her body. His dick was dripping with her saliva. My mother slowly spread her healthy thighs and engulfed my father with her healthy legs and allowed him to enter his glistening penis inside her wet vagina. When he was completely inside her, he began to pump her, slowly; my mother held my father’s face and brought it down on her face and they started kissing each other again. Just two minutes ago she was begging for his forgiveness, now they were making love like a newly married couple. This was the first time I was seeing a man and a woman making love. I stayed glued to the window. My father started sweet talking to her – “You are my darling, you are my sweet wife, you are my sweet beautiful wife, you are my dutiful wife, you are my lovely wife, you are my whore, you are my sweet whore, I fuck you like a whore you mother fucker…” he shouted; and she retorted, “Yes darling, I am your dutiful wife, I do as you say, I am your whore and you are my master, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me till I cry out darling, my husband, my master…” And they went on and on speaking dirty words to each other while my father kept pumping her healthy body to his heart’s content till his motion increased and their gasps increased and they were like two mad people, perspiring and swearing and their naked bodies glued to each other till my father poured a load of cum inside her vagina; I knew this was the climax because suddenly he could utter no more and began to gasp loudly; my mother held his head tightly and gasped along with my father, shouting at him to do it faster my lord, faster, faster… And then it was all over. My father collapsed on my mother’s body and the two of them lay like that till infinity. I could contain myself no more; I took out my dick from within my pajama and started masturbating while I watched the two naked bodies. One of my mother’s breasts had slipped out from under my father’s chest and I concentrated on her nipple and naked thighs and beautiful face and whatever part of her body was left exposed under by father’s body and I masturbated till I came. Next day it was quite late when my mother’s voice woke me up. She had entered the room and was asking for my clothes to wash. She reproached me gently for not waking up early and asked me to hurry. There was nothing in her behavior that betrayed last night’s action. I looked at my mother in a new light as I watched her moving around my room and picking up my used clothes. She looked so lovely and sexy in a yellow cotton saree that she tucked at her waist. She wore the saree much below her waist that revealed her navel in all its glory. The thin girdle was still tied around her thick waist and it made her look so sexy; this was a new addition. And when she moved her bangles and payel jangled, adding to the allure. She had a splendid body, plump and soft and fair. I kept on stealing glances at her body and her ass and her big breasts as she dusted the furniture and swept the floor. Suddenly I noticed that my dick was bulging through my pajama. That means when she entered my room she must have seen it like that. I was horrified to notice that there were stains of sperms in my pajama. I quickly pulled the bed sheet to cover my erection but my mother hurried me on and asked for the bed sheet also; it had to be washed. Before I could protest, she pulled away the bed sheet from over my body and my dick sprang up like a tent from within my pajama. She didn’t fail to notice it. I was so embarrassed. She smiled at me And commented – “You are growing up fast, kid. Get up and get ready. I will get your breakfast.” I didn’t know where to hide in embarrassment. But she casually picked up the bed sheet and other clothes and walked towards the door. When she reached the door, she stopped and looked back and told me – “And take of that dirty pajama of yours and keep it inside the bathroom. I will pick it up later.” Then she walked out of the room, swinging her ass. To be continued…Feedbacks on [email protected] and [email protected]