My Traditional Indian Mom Fucked Like A Dirty Whore
Incest
Submit Report This story is part of the My Traditional Indian Mom Fucked Like A Dirty Whore series My mom Reema was in her early sixties. She was an Indian woman with big breasts and well rounded and big ass. My mom was always loyal to my dad Ravi and was a good housewife for him. She was living in England but was a traditional Indian mother and housewife. The only thing about my mother was that she liked to wear heavy makeup and low cleavage showing underneath her saree with her mangalsutra hanging down. I always thought my mom was showing too much cleavage and would feel embarrassed when customers would ogle at my mother’s breast. It would be partially exposed when she was bending over to pick up anything. I noticed one man Steve would always ask for items from the bottom shelf. And when she bent over, he would stare pervertedly at her tits like she was a dirty slut. And then he would just chat with my mom. My dad never seemed to mind that she was showing so much cleavage even though she had big tits. While we were working in the grocery shop, my mom was fussing over my dad. And John a white man in his 30s had tattoos and was a bit rough looking. He was a regular customer, remarked to my dad Ravi how my mom was such a good traditional housewife cooking him nice meals and looking after him. I was shocked by what my dad said next as I hadn’t heard him talk like that before. He said to John that my mom was a good Indian housewife, cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. John laughed while he was catching glimpses of my mom’s big tits and lusting after her like she was a dirty slut. My mom was lifting a box and John said – John: Let me get that for you. As he came behind my mom and got the box. Then he rubbed his dick against her arse and looked down at her tits. My mom did not appear to be bothered or probably didn’t notice him doing this. One day my dad was arrested by the police. They were alleging that he did some sort of fraud. My mother was very upset and worried. My mom was running the shop by herself and I would help out sometime. mom was talking to John a lot about my dad. John was acting like he was listening but all he was doing was ogling my mum’s tits and perving on her. My mom did not appear to notice or care that he was looking at her like this. I did not like this, but what could I say to my mom about her low cleavage. It would be embarrassing. My mom was crying. Then john hugged her. His hand was touching her navel and her breast squeezed against his hard manly chest. John appeared to be turned on by this and said, “Ravi would want me to look after her you.” The police officer in charge of my dad’s case would come to the house sometimes asking questions and giving updates. His name was Jack. He was a white man. He was quite well built in his early forties and he wore a suit. The first time he came, my mom went to get him tea and biscuits. When she served him, she knelt over and the drape of her saree fell exposing most of her big juicy melons. Her boobs were falling out of her tight top and bra. Even though my mom was in her sixties, she was looking good. Then Jack just stared at her tits with such lust. I felt so embarrassed, but also slightly turned on by a man being turned on by my mother. Jack was sometimes quite rude in the way he spoke to me and my mother. Jack would come often and I noticed how my mom was cooking meals for him. Once Jack said if my mom can show him my parent’s bedroom as he wanted to check something. Me: I will come upstairs. Then he said: No need, your mom can just come. As Jack and my mom went upstairs, I sneakily followed. Then he checked the room and draws. Then I heard Jack say to my mum- Jack: It must be hard for you now. Because your husband is in jail and being in an empty bed on your own. Do you miss him? Then my mom said: Yes, I do. He said: Do you miss having him in bed? My mom said: Well, he cannot satisfy me anymore. (She said this in a flirty way.) Jack: If there is any way, I could help? My mom said: This is not right as I will not betray my husband. Then Jack moved closer to my mum. Jack: You are a beautiful woman. My mom said: I am an old lady and you are young. Then he said: You are so sexy. And he started kissing her on the lips licking her lipstick. Then he took her saree and top off and started sucking on my mum’s boobs while she moaned. He was sucking, biting and nibbling on her big jugs. Then he reached below inserting his hands up her panties and felt she was soaking wet. Then he said: You are a dirty slut, who wants to have sex with other men while your husband is not here. He fingered my mom’s pussy harder making her moan involuntarily like a slut. Then he made her suck his cock. She took it deep and he called her a slut and whore. Then he threw her on the bed and thrust his big white dick up my mom’s hairy cunt and pounded her hard and deep. She was moaning loudly like a slut as he fucked her deeper. Then he fucked her in every position and said – Jack: You are my whore now and I will come anytime to fuck you. Then he kept thrusting harder into my mom’s cunt before exploding his cum into her pussy doggy style. He then got up and did his trousers up. After that, he said to my mom – Jack: I will be back, slut. Then I quickly crept back down. I could not believe my mom a traditional housewife had just been rammed hard by a policeman like a dirty whore. The next day, he came on round and again took my mom upstairs and treated her like a slut by bedding her. All the time, I had to pretend I did not know what was going on. Just then, the doorbell rang. It was John, asking after my mom to check if she was ok. As Jack, the police officer came down, he and John started talking about my dad and mom while I was in the kitchen. Then I overheard Jack saying the my mom had massive tits and was a dirty slut who needed a good seeing to.