This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of Asma's sexual journey will be found by reading the entire series.
The 18-year-old Gunmay daydreamt as he sat in his second-class seat on the Mumbai Central train on its two-and-a-half-hour journey from Igatpuri to Mumbai. He dreamt of the past 8 days he had spent at home. Days filled with sex with his 37-year-old mother, Meera, who had more than lived up to her promise on the train trip home 8 days earlier after they had gone to Mumbai. A trip taken to enrol Gunmay at SPJIMR i.e. the S P Jain Institute of Management and Research and formalise his living arrangements with her 38-year-old year sister Deepika.
After fucking her son for the first time (see Chp 2) at her sister's house, and while on the train trip home Meera had leant into Gundu and under the pages of the Mumbai Mirror newspaper resting on his lap, she had unzipped his trousers and gave her son a slow hand job. As she did, she had whispered, "Gundu my son, you know whenever you are back in Igatpuri we will be fucking all the time, any time, and every way. More ways than the Kama Sutra shows. I promise." Gundu was her private nickname for her son.
Yes, she had kept her promise to her son. who for years, unknown by his mother, had fantasised and masturbated about fucking her. Before their first night of ecstasy at her sister's house she had been a chaste, conservative, country-born woman from a village 25 kilometres from Igatpuri and was far more traditional in thought and behaviour than those women from the big cities like Delhi or Mumbai or even the small town of Igatpuri.
She had been proud of her good character and that she was not a sex-starved, vulgar bitch, like some she had seen in the Bollywood movies. Movies glimpsed at a friend's house as she kept none in her house. Of course, she had never watched porn. The thought of wearing a Western dress or even a midriff-revealing saree made her shudder. As for the morals of the younger generation, she was revolted. How could they act like that enjoying sex, not being faithful? It was what she had believed, despite her now sexless marriage with Gunmay's father who she considered sexually depraved as he had wanted more than just vanilla sex. How things were different now.
Daydreaming on the train Gunmay thought of the past week. His father had taken his sister for a trip to stay with his sister in nearby Nashik, so his mother and he had all day and night to themselves. It had been a smorgasbord of sex: handjobbing, doggystyle, cowgirl, sucking cock, anal, his mother using her 34B melons to titfuck his thick, veined 8 inches of fuckmeat. Everything. Before he and his mother had fucked for the first time Gunmay had 41 fantasies of himself and his mother he used as masturbation fodder. They had tried all 41 in the 8 days back home in Igatpuri.
His cock grew hard as he thought of their last effort. Meera, who previously at home had worn a loose kurta top that reached below her knees with her baggy kurta trousers ensuring she displayed no flesh, now was naked, as she had been for the entire 8 days. She sat on the bed, her legs stretched wide apart before Gunmay. Her hands stroked her 34B tits, lingering on her nipples as her son marvelled at their instant response and how they hardened to at least three-quarters of an inch in length. His eyes followed her fingers as they continued their journey southward over her rounded thirty-inch belly, her thick matted patch of curly pubic hair before reaching their goal: her thick-lipped woman slit at the front of her thirty-six-inch arse.
She parted her labia lips and after a short, quick stroking of her sex trench, felt her juices oozing from its depth. Two of her searching fingers slid inside her cunt and her thumb began its manipulation of her clit. Her nostrils dilated and her breathing became more rapid from the sexual gratification she was giving herself in front of her son. She smiled as she saw his cock swell. It was 8 inches. A genuine 8 inches, not an internet boasting, exaggerated improbable length, but it was beer can thick with long prominent veins and a huge wide helmet. She felt it stretch her cunt to its maximum every time he entered her but stretching it in a good way, so she now was addicted to it.
She quickened her hand movement and felt her clit harden and begin to pulse. Then it happened. She gave a long groan as she came and cum squirted from her sex gash to land on the bed 18 inches away. Then they got down to business. It was Gunmay's fantasy number thirty-six. She worked a vibrating anal plug into her arse as Gunmay lay on his back with his quivering rod pointing at the ceiling.
Meera, her arse filled with the anal plug, straddled his cock and slowly lowered her quim to touch the waiting penis. As always, she was surprised how the huge head parted her pussy lips and steadily disappeared into her slit. She rode her son cowgirl style leaning forward so he could raise his head and suck her big, hard nipples. Being on top, she could control the speed, the angle, the depth, and how long he lasted, and she was pleased to see him, despite fucking her so often, lose control and whimper and thrust his hips upwards. His body started quivering and she knew he was very close to cumming. She heard the long groan drawn from him and then her cunt was flooded by his cum. It was far more than her husband had ever shot into her during the first two years they shared a bed, and it had her cumming too as she felt the hot injection of sperm into her cunt. But she knew there was more to come. Although she had been filled by more than a normal man's ejaculation after a few seconds Gunmay shuddered and filled her a second time.
The train had reached Dadar railway station in Mumbai and Gunmay realised he had not thought of his aunt Deepika who was going to meet him. She was one year older than her sister, about the same height and looked somewhat like an older version of the Bollywood actress Ayesha Takia, famous for her 37DD tits, though Deepika's were 'only' 36DD. Her waist was a bit larger at 30 and her hips were the same at 37 as the ex-Bollywood star, and she, Deepika, had a perpetual, sexy look on her attractive face. Dress wise she was the opposite of her conservative sister, flaunting her body at every opportunity. And during his earlier visit to enrol, Gunmay, she had appeared to flirt with him. Was it real or was she just teasing him, Gunmay wondered? Anyway, it didn't matter because he would be visiting Igatpuri every weekend where his mother and her willing body would be waiting for him.
Gunmay descended from the train but there was no sign of his aunt. He waited a few minutes and then he saw a flash of yellow moving towards him. It was his aunt. As she approached all thoughts of his mother left him. Deepika was tottering on yellow high heels with a tightly wrapped, canary yellow saree bottom that started 8 inches below her belly button. She had to be shaven to display that much flesh near her cunt and there was no way she had anything underneath. Gunmay immediately thought of 'Saree Lover Pinki Tiwari' and her ultra-low waist saree videos whom he followed on YouTube. His aunt's sleeveless black blouse was backless, low cut and 2 sizes too small, and the transparent shoulder Pallu was lemon. She hugged him tightly and Gunmay tried to ease his hips back as he still had his hardon from earlier when he was thinking of his mother. But Deepika pressed into him talking excitedly and appeared not to notice.
"These 8 days of waiting for you to come and stay have passed so slowly for me. I hope you will think of me as your Mumbai mother because even though you are in Mumbai you can do everything with me the same as you do with your mother. I see you are far closer to her than most sons and unfortunately, I have never had children, so I have not experienced the closeness between a mother and her son, but I want it with you. I bought this saree especially for today. I wanted to look modern for you but part of me says that is stupid, I am too old for that." Somehow, she was still hugging him, and his cock responded once more, but once again she appeared not to notice as she was talking so quickly.
"Of course, you are not too old. This saree brings attention to your belly and figure. Most women would die to have a belly like that."
