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Ishen's Life-Changing Discovery

Ishen's Life-Changing Discovery

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"I'm sorry mom, dad, and Usha aunty, I have to confess something...," Kishen says, tearing.

"What is it, son?" asks Savi.

"I am a fucking aggressive degenerate," says Kishen, realizing the next moment that he used the f-word in front of his elders.

"Why son? What did you do?" Usha aunty asks.

"I fucked Deepti aunty like a beast while her husband watched...It was worse than how I just treated mom."

"What?!?" Everyone except Neethu was taken aback.

"When did that hap..."

"Let me explain, Savi aunty. After I had with Kishen, I set him up with Manoj sir and Deepti aunty...they way they like it. And from what I heard from Deepti aunty, it seems he went aggressive at some point. But she wasn't complaining," Neethu says.

Taking a few moments to digest what she heard, Savi responds, "Were it not for the alcoholic buzz I am at, I would have been more shocked."

"I'm sorry aunty, but they're also part of the circle, so I felt it was ok," Neethu responded.

"Well, it IS ok. Because you didn't force him. And as an adult, he chose to indulge. But as a mother, I feel I missed out on my son's important developments," Savi responds.

"Seriously Savi?!? Did you inform your parents and get clearance from them before you lost your virginity?" Sunil asks.

"Well...put it that way, you're right.."

"And this is no different," Remarks Sunil.

"If you're feeling guilty for hurting Deepti aunty, don't. Yes, she told you were a bit too harsh and beyond what she expected. But she also told you were apologetic. Just learn to be in control better," Neethu tells Kishen.

"Is she angry at me?"

"Not at all, Kish,"

"Ok...I also have another thing to confess..."

"Kishen...if it is something that you have done, without harming others, then I don't think you really need to tell it, even if it may involve any of us. Everyone has their secrets. You don't need to reveal it all. Most of this is the alcohol talking," Savi says.

"No, but I need to confess, I feel like a cheater.,"

"Okayyy...this is getting interesting," says an eager Ramesh, stroking his cock.

"Wh...what are you doing?" asks Usha as Kishen leans over to her in his alcohol-induced melodramatic state of mind. He extends his hand towards her crotch, rubs and semi-fingers her wet vagina and clit.

Usha wears a confused-cum-aroused smile and looks around at others.

Kishen proceeds to deeply and audibly sniff his hand.

"I have known this heavenly smell much before today, Usha Aunty. I've been stealing yours and sometimes, Neethu's panties..."

Usha blushes, while Neethu and Savi gives a "is that it?" look.

Taken aback, rather anticlimactically, Ramesh and Sunil looks at each other and bursts out laughing. By the time Neethu tried to shush the men for being too loud, it was too late. The baby's cries echoed into the room.

"Happy?!? Now he won't sleep for a good while. Deal with it you two," orders an Annoyed Neethu.

Giggling, Sunil and Ramesh proceeds to the bathroom, naked as they day they were born. Having cleaned themselves up, they exit towards the baby's room.

Kishen kept his head down in embarrassment. Sitting united in their desire to console him, the ladies observed Kishen in silence.

The sound of the baby's cries began to subside, thanks to Ramesh's humming--the faint sounds of which entered the room.

Leaning over, Usha plants an affectionate kiss on Kishen's cheek.

"There is nothing wrong with it Kishen. That's very sweet. And, by the way, you're in for a real treat." she says. With a blushing grin, she looks at Neethu and Savi.

Kishen looks up to see the ladies looking at him, smiling.

"I'm sorry, mom. Did I hurt you back then?"

"It was pretty aggressive, and unexpected. I didn't mind. But you have to...HAVE TO...ensure the receiver is comfortable too. Get the cues, and tone down and ramp up accordingly," replied Savi.

Kishen nods and looks down.

"And we're gonna teach you that. With Karma," said Usha. The ladies non-verbally acknowledged then and there that it was time to give Kishen a taste of his own medicine.

Getting up on her knees, Usha moves close to Kishen. Rubbing and fingering her vagene, she extends her pussy-wet hand to Kishen's face. Lifting up his face by the chin, she rubs her fingers over his lips and the base of his nose.

"Here...sniff all you want, you little beast brat!" Usha announced in an assertive tone--a subtle but noticeable shift in her demeanor.

Kishen was too hooked on Usha aunty's vaginal aroma to even give a second thought to her change in demeanor. Kishen gets up on his knees--as though the smell from her finger tips was elevating him. Teasing him, Usha begins to slowly and playfully move her hand away from his face. Unable to resist departing from the aroma for even a second, his hands involuntarily grab on to her hand.

"Learn to control yourself...no hand, beast!!!" Usha shouts as she forcefully pulls back her hands all the way away from his grip,

Aroused and helpless, yet acknowledging the need to tame himself, Kishen reluctantly keeps his hands down. In response, Usha places her hand back on his face. Licking and smelling her fingers with each sniff more intense than the other, Kishen resumes his olfactory high. Eyes closed, his nose and lips appeared to stick to back of her fingers. He began hovering on his knees, his body maneuvering in response to how she playfully swayed her hand. Sporting a naughty controlling grin, Usha sure was enjoying teasing the son in front of his mom.

Just as Kishen began stroking his tool from the olfactory pleasure he was receiving, Savi orders, "Don't stroke. Keep your hands behind your back."

The sternness in Savi's order aroused Kishen, and so did obliging to her.

"Yeah...sniff that like a horny scent picking dog," Neethu chimes in. Immersed, Kishen says nothing.

"He's hungry and desperate as fuck for the smell of my mature pussy" says Usha.

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Neethu proceeds to get up from the bed and close the door to the room.

Sensing the wetness in Usha's palm drying out Kishen speaks out in a trance, with eyes closed, "Gimme more..."

SLAP!!!

Jolted back to his senses, Kishen looks at her in utter disbelief of having received a tight slap from her out of nowhere. Looking into her eyes he saw a version of Usha aunty he'd never seen before. Still, it was a being he could recognize--a beast...a feminine one nonetheless. He could sense the same bestial vibe emanating from his mother, who now was on all fours, ready to prowl. Locking the door, Neethu joined Savi by her side.

A prey to three she-wolves, Kishen's eyes searched for any subtle hints of naughtiness or playfulness in their faces. There wasn't any trace of either.

Kishen was also getting aroused in a way he'd not known before. He readied his mind to play along in all seriousness by submitting to the ladies. He excitedly realized that he'd gotten a chance to see what its like to be Manoj sir (Part 5.).

Just as Kishen broke a mild smile at the three women fiercely staring at him, Savi's right hand landed hard on his cheek.

"You think this is fun? You think I'd let you get away after choking me like a rug doll?"

Kishen froze at his place. He didn't know how to react. Was his mom dead serious? Or dead serious in a kinky way? He began to increasingly feel guilty. The feeling was more real this time, as opposed to the alcohol-induced melodramatic guilt that teared him up a while back. Him losing his erection reflected his conflicted state of mind.

The ladies could gauge what Kishen was going though. They wanted him to be in that state, more or less. Still, they were uncertain about his appetite for submissiveness--which was the polar opposite to his bestial mode. But they also knew that he needed to be shown what it truly felt like to be treated how he treated Deepti and Savi.

With little clue as to how it would all turn out, the ladies risked it, turning the scenario into a delicate erotic gamble. They wanted to see how far Kishen would bend without breaking. After all, Deepti never broke (part 5) despite how much Kishen pushed her to the limits with his aggression. And so did Savi, having taken all of his head fucking like a punching bag. Not that either ladies didn't enjoy it.

"I'm really sor..."

"Chup!!!" shouted Savi. She grabbed his dick hard and started stroking it rough, disregarding whether her strokes pleasured him or not. "Does this pleasure you?" asks Savi with a clenched jaw.

Savi's well-timed rough strokes tipped Kishen's mental balance in favor of arousal, against his sexually averse feeling of guilt.

For the first time ever, Kishen began to feel what it truly meant to be submissively aroused--to be like Manoj sir.

The sound of Ramesh and Sunil knocking the door filled the tense air at once.

"Leave us alone!!!" Neethu called out authoritatively. Silence ensued.

Usha clutches Kishen's jaw hard, forcing his mouth open. With a dominatrix look Savi brings her face closer to Kishen, while still roughly stroking his tool.

"You think you're good at mouth-fucking me announced? Eat this..." she says, and spits onto his mouth.

Scooping the portion of Savi's spit that landed on Kishen's lips and chin, with her fingers, Neethu stuffs it into his mouth, causing him to gag.

Pinching Kishen's nose shut with her other hand, Neethu asks, "How does it feel to have your breathing obstructed?" Kishen struggles to take in air.

"You sure did enjoy suffocating poor Deepti aunty by pinching her nose, didn't you?"

"What? He did that?!?" asks an astounded Savi, to which Neethu nods.

"Well, let's turn the tables..." Savi adds. She stops stroking Kishen and grabs his balls hard. He lets out a gurgled shriek.

"What else did he do to Deepti?" Savi asks Neethu.

"Deepti aunty told me he hurled abuses at her."

"Is it?....like what?" Savi asks.

"Let him only confess..." Usha says, letting go of his chin from her grip, just as Neethu removes her forcefully trusted fingers from his mouth.

Relieved from the grip of the ladies, Kishen pants. Just as he looks up, he receives another slap from Savi, followed by a spit on the face by Usha aunty.

"Tell us, what the fuck did you call her?" Usha demands.

Kishen was being subject to physical unpleasantness and guilty recollections. However, that fact that his mother, and now, Usha aunty, were using the f-word to cuss and getting dirty at him, continued to hold up his arousal to a degree.

"I don't remember...."

"Oh isn't that convenient?" says Neethu and pinches his nipples hard.

Struggling to recall what he'd hurled at Deepti aunty, while being subject to nipple pinching pain for several moments, Kishen somehow recollects and blurts, "'Slut cunt!!!' I called her slut cunt..."

"Do you know who the real slut cunt is, you bastard? Its the cunt YOU came out of...here...sniff it," says Savi. She fingers herself a couple couple of times and shoves her hand at Kishen's face, and slaps him.

"Why don't you make him eat some of that slut cunt?" Usha suggests.

Grabbing Kishen by the neck, Savi pulls him over, and makes him lie on his back. Usha sits on his groin, to subdue any lower body movements. Neethu holds his chin firmly, in position. Pinning both his wrists against the bed, above his head, Savi rubs her pussy on his face, vigorously--suffocating him.

"Does that feel good?..... ANSWER ME!!!" Savi screams.

Barely able to even nod, Kishen could only respond with a muffled "No."

"This cunt has had many cocks, some of which you can never match up to. This cunt belongs to your dad...don't ever act like you own it. It owns you!!! This is the cunt that Maonj sir has worshiped. How dare you disrespect his wife?"

Having rubbed her vagene on her son's face for as long as she could, which, to him, appeared to be endless, Savi stood up on the bed, and stomped his face. Kishen could barely move his face, in the force of his mother's feet pressing against his face.

Savi asks, "Find that pleasurable?"

"No..."

"Be honest," Savi asserts, pressing harder.

"Aaahh...a little bit, but please stop."

"Stop? Why should she? Did you stop being aggressive to Deepti?" Usha asks.

"She didn't ask to stop..."

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"How dare you back answer to us!!!" Usha shouts. She leans over and squeezes his nipples hard.

"I'm sorry..., pls stop," Kishen screams in agony.

The ladies free him at once, giving him the much needed breather. Choking, panting and teary eyed, Kishen takes moments to normalize.

Rather tired, Neethu and Savi also proceed to lie to his either sides. Kishen notices Usha getting up from the bed. He hears her open the door and leave. He also hears a faint commotion coming from outside the room. He feels Ramesh and Sunil watching him from the doorway.

"May we come in?" asks Sunil.

"No..." responds Savi, still lying flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

"Go away..." Neethu adds.

Kishen hears the men obliging and walking away just as he picks up the sound of Usha's thumping footsteps entering the room, and the door closing.

Kishen keeps mum, realizing that his ordeal, albeit remotely pleasurable, is far from over.

"Remember this?" asks Usha, as she approaches the bed holding a stick, tapping it on the palm of her other hand.

Lifting his head up to see what Usha is holding, Kishen instantly recognizes the stick. It was one of his snare drum sticks, back from when he in the school march band, class 7. When he broke one of the sticks, rendering the pair useless, Savi had given that unbroken stick to Usha--to use as a teacher's stick.

As Usha teacher's student, Kishen had always beamed with joy whenever she used it to point to the board or discipline her students. She'd never been an overtly strick teacher who hit her students. But still, she definitely used to harmlessly strike them with it to keep them in place, as and when necessary. Even Kishen got many such less-strict and playful strikes from her with that stick.

The sight of the stick took Kishen's memory back to him witnessing Manoj sir being pleasured by pain.

The ladies saw Kishen's dick starting to rise. He began mentally prepping to be at the receiving end of several lashes, not really knowing how it would turn out.

But to his surprise, Usha's demeanor was that of an overtly friendly erotic being. Standing before him and looking into his eyes with a naughty smile, she licked and mouthed the beaded tip of the stick. She then rubbed it over her nipple and areola. Just then, Savi turned over to his side. In a loving demeanor, she started feeling his nipples with her finger tips. Kishen was confused. It was not what he was expecting. He found it a bit hard to switch from being aroused in anticipation of being dominated, to being aroused the 'normal' way.

"Are you sorry for what you've done to Savi and Deepti aunty?" said Neethu in a sweet tone.

"Ye...yes. I am."

"What else did you call hurl at her?" Usha asks, running the beaded tip across his groin.

"I don't want to think about that anymore, aunty,"

"No, we just want to know, that's all..." Savi added.

"I don't remember..."

"Try.." said Usha.

"Uh...femdom? Oh yes...I called her femdom whore..."

Before Kishen could close his mouth after his utterance, Savi locked his neck with a rear naked chokehold. Little did he realize in her spontaneity that he was being wrestled by his mother. Like a professional fighter, Savi managed to get under his torso and lock his head with the strong grip of her elbow pit. With his one hand pinned by her leg, Kishen's other hand unsuccessfully struggled to have his neck released from her tight grip of her arm. "Where and when on earth did she learn such moves?" Kishen wondered in astonishment, as he struggled to free himself.

"Struggling will only make it worse." says Usha with a gangster-like tone.

Kishen obliges. Panting, he tries to make sense of what's happening, stuck under his mother's tight grip.

"Now where were we?" Neethu asks.

"We were at what other abuse you hurled at Deepti..." says Usha. "What was it? Can you tell me again?"

Kishen stays mum trying to process what's happening.

"Answer her..."says Savi, jerking her grip. "Femdome whore..." utters Kishen, realizing how hard his torso is pressed against his mother's.

"Do you even know what that means? It means a whore to femdom. You weren't hurling it at Deepti. You were subconsciously hurling it at yourself. And we are going to make you a femdom whore...." says Neethu.

Usha grabs one of Kishen's legs by his ankle and slowly moves it aside, spreading up his bottom.

"Good boy."

Not able turn his head in Usha's direction, Kishen could only look at Neethu in the eye and only gauge what Usha would do to him next.

He could feel Usha blowing air mildly into his asshole. He suddenly felt the saliva-wet bead of his drumstick teasing the periphery of his hole, and going in an out like solid droplets. With every drop, Kishen's tool began to stand--as though air was being pumped into it through his hole. Focusing all his senses to nothing by his stimulated asshole, Kishen yearned for Usha to insert the stick deeper. But she continued to tease him.

And just as Kishen was zoning in to Usha's anal teasing while finding comfort in the cushion of his mom's tits and tummy pressed against his back, Usha pushed the stick deep. He shrieked in pain.

"You thought this was going to feel good? It's just going to be as good as it was for Deepti aunty, when you tried to plunder her bottom," says Neethu.

Cautiously aggressive, Usha begins thrusting the stick into his bottom with just enough force to pain him without breaking his threshold. Soon, Kishen was getting used to the pain, drawing pleasure from it. Measuring him carefully, Usha slides in a finger, stretching his butthole and setting a new painal level for Kishen to draw pleasure from.

In parallel, Neethu began stroking his tool, roughly of course, distracting him away from his painal stimulation.

Kishen could only wish that his mother locked him less firmly. He could only wish that Neethu stroked him tenderly in sync to Usha. But no! He realized that ladies were deliberately trying to make him uncomfortable while teasing him with just enough pleasure sensation to keep him going.

In time, Usha's thrusts began getting rougher. Not one but three of her fingers stretched Kishen's hole. He began to writhe in pain. He could no longer hedge against the painal with the pleasure. For the first time, Kishen could feel the ugly side what Deepti and Savi had to endure in his beast mode.

"Please stop..."

Kishen could only beg with tears flowing through his eyes. His dick barely stood even as Neethu stroked it hard and rough. His face became pale from an apparent obstruction in the flow of blood to the head.

Just as ladies were sure...double sure...and triple sure he could not take it any more, they relieved him, together at once. Sliding off from his mother's body, Kishen slumped chest-first on the bed--exhausted and bearing a lingering pain in his butthole. "It's probably permanently damaged or stretched," he thought in the relief of being freed.

Fortunately or unfortunately, for Kishen, the pleasure-lined ordeal was far from over. The ladies were uncompromisingly at the stance that he had to learn to control himself.

Kishen was at the receiving end of hard hits from the drum stick, and abuses. They slapped, spanked and spit at him at their whim. His sore hole had to take up the bottle's neck and later, Neethu's toes. Each of them even tried to unsuccessfully fist him. He was made to suffocatingly tongue fuck Usha's anal hole. Idolizing Manoj sir, and understanding that most of it was Karma, Kishen took it all, aroused or not.

Getting carried away in their sadism, the ladies literally lit his dick on fire with alcohol--playfully of-course-- and shut it down before it burnt him. They tied his body on to the chair with bedsheets, and tickled his feet to no end, and motor-boated him till his suffocation threshold. They blew cigarette smoke onto his face, one by one, until he teared choking. Kishen regretted calling Deepti aunty a sadistic horny bitch.

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