"Uff! Oh! Mast hoon! Zor se! Zor se!"
"Mast randi ko zor se dal laurda!"
"Madorchod! Behenchod!"
I was shocked as I heard my stepmom through the walls of my parent's bedroom.
My stepmom reverting to Hindi when she was in the midst of sexual ecstasy made the act seem more elicit than it was. I could not help but masturbate to the sounds of her moans. I stroked my hard cock to the sound her being fucked. The sounds of their sweaty bodies smacking together made me harder than ever before. My mind conjured erotic images of my stepmom's body covered with a sheen of sweat as she was pounded from behind by my dad. My stepmom the curvy goddess, her luscious breasts, erect nipples and dripping cunt.
It made me so horny hearing her get fucked in each and every way by my dad. My stepmom never used a bad or rude word in everyday life. She always tried to speak correct English as we lived in America and she was new to the country. She was only 28 when she married my dad who was 50. The age difference never seemed to bother my stepmom and she was happy with my dad. My dad kept her satisfied in and out of the bedroom.
It made me horny hearing her use such expletives in Hindi. I was unable to escape the thoughts of their fucking as I ejaculated hard over my hand.
My birth mother had moved back to India to be close with her family following a bitter divorce with my dad. They kept the details from me but the acrimony between them was hard to avoid. I would visit my dad and my stepmom infrequently on holidays and summer breaks. My mother was reluctant to let me bond with my dad and she was possessive but it was inevitable for me to grow closer to my dad as he was my only male role model. This arrangement changed when I began college. I moved in with my dad and stepmom when I began college as it was important for my development to attend college in the states due to the education standard. This was one thing my parents agreed upon.
I was always close with my dad and I grew closer to my stepmom, who I affectionately called Ritu Mommy. I enjoyed being a part of this family unit as there was vibrancy and my dad seemed younger and happier than ever before. In my second year of college things were to change drastically for me and my new family unit.
My dad suddenly collapsed at work from heart complications. He was ill in hospital for some time and my stepmom would spend most days in hospital attending to his needs. I would visit my dad on weekends but I would not stay as long. I knew it was selfish but our bond was different and I struggled to see him in this state.
In the evening I would hear her sob and cry herself to sleep whenever I passed her room as she coped with the role of being a care provider for my dad. There was a sadness that was evident in her demeanor and it was a drastic change from her usual bubbly persona. I found it difficult to watch her lose the bubbly energy she always seemed to have. She was in a fragile state and it made me want to protect her from the world.
There was always awkwardness between us due to her role as my stepmom. Initially she felt uncomfortable with boundaries as she did not want me to feel like she was taking the place of my mother. I always saw them differently in my life.
I also found her extremely sexy and I had a few accidental boners around her. She never made me feel uncomfortable despite being aware of my boners for her as they tented out of my jeans or trousers. She acted oblivious to them and it remained our silent secret. She was 5'2" with a beautifully curvy body. I had snuck in to her bedroom and masturbated with her underwear a few times. From my escapades in rifling through her drawers I learned her bra size was a 34D.
I felt ashamed of my horniness around her and wanted to be the son she deserved. I made more of an effort with her and I would spend more time with her just doing normal things like watching TV or taking her shopping.
We were more comfortable with each other and she would often play with my hair as I lay my head in her lap. On a few occasions my face would rub against the underside of her breasts but I tried to forget my horny feelings for my stepmom.
She would often watch late night television in her bed and I would worry she was developing bad habits such as sleeping late. She obviously missed my dad.
One night I went in to check on her as I worried she was not sleeping.
"Rakesh beta, what are you doing still awake?" She asked in a concerned voice.
"Ritu Mommy, I could not sleep. Can I sleep with you?" I asked as I rubbed my eye. I thought she would sleep better if she was not alone with her thoughts. She looked at me with sympathetic eyes and lifted the blanket to her bed.
The age gap between us was no more than 10 years but she always treated me like a young man. This was the first time we slept in the same bed.
I snuggled up to her and my face rested on her chest against her breasts. I automatically had one of my accidental boners and it pressed against the side of her thigh.
She did not complain and simply curled my hair between her fingers as I nuzzled my face into her breasts.
Ritu Mommy continued to watch the TV as I continued to nuzzle and nip against her breasts. She was not wearing a bra and I could feel the softness of her large pillowy breasts. A few minutes later, I could feel her nipple getting hard and pressing against my lips.
I looked up at Ritu Mommy and her focus was on an Indian drama that was on the TV. She would often be engrossed in these dramas and did not pay no mind to my actions.
I began to kiss the nipple through her thin blouse. It was gentle kisses that nipped against her nipples. I knew she felt it but there was still no reaction.
This made me bolder and I moved my arm up her stomach to cup her other breast. She bit her lip and pressed my head into her breasts.
No words were spoken but this was the tacit acceptance I wanted. My groping became more aggressive and I began to suck and kiss her nipple.
"Oh! Uff! Oh!" I heard her moans and it made me so horny. My hard cock was humping against her leg as I sucked her nipple.
I desperately craved to hear her speak Hindi. I felt her hand over mine squeezing her breast.
Her other hand reached down and squeezed my boner over my pants.
"Oh, Ritu Mommy!" I moaned out loud as I ejaculated against her hand. It was my first time with a woman and I did not know how to control myself when her soft hand touched me so delicately.
She gently patted my cock as it shrank and receded.
"Rakesh beta, we must sleep now," she said before turning me around and sleeping behind me.
My head was confused that night as I tried to process what had happened between us. I felt like a pervert for doing what I did with my stepmom but did she feel the same way? The horny boy within me was hard once more as I tried to force myself to sleep.
The next morning my stepmom acted as though nothing happened between us and I also behaved normally. She was at the hospital for most of the day but my day was spent differently. I spent most of the day watching incest porn that created absurd scenarios of stepmom's being stuck under beds or in washing machines. I came three times to the idea of fucking my stepmom. I was spent by the time my stepmom returned home.
I was already in bed by the time my stepmom returned from the hospital. I could hear her footsteps outside of my door as she contemplated what to do. I could hear her heel squeak on the wooden floor as she seemed to be considering her options.
She then turned to door handle and opened my door. I turned away from the door and pretended to sleep.
My eyes were closed and I pretended to sleep but despite my exertions during the day, the anticipation of Ritu Mommy approaching was causing me to be solid as a rock knowing Ritu Mommy was so close.
She crept into the room and walked up to the bed. I stirred a little pretending to be awoken but she put her hand on my head gently caressing my hair and said, "Shush beta. Sleep now. It is only Ritu Mommy come to check in on you."
She then slid under the covers beside me and wrapped her arm around me. My back was to Ritu Mommy but I had pressed into her breasts and I could feel the heat between her legs. The bed was small and we had to be close together.
I did not want to show my perverted intentions as she was in need of warmth and support. My boner was as hard as ever but I hoped she would not notice. I soon began to drift off when I felt her hand begin to play with the waistband of my pajamas.
I continued my pretence of sleeping and did not acknowledge her curious hands. I then felt her slide her fingers in and I took a deep breath. She paused just as her delicate fingers played with my pubic hair. I did not stop her and she continued her perusal.
