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Hello everyone. My name is Sujata. I am a 55-year-old Marathi female with stats 36DD-34-36 and an apple-shaped ass from Mumbai. I am married to a husband who is older than me and have a son, Vijay, who is 31.

I was introduced to this platform and read a lot of incest mother-son stories and loved to see a lot of like-minded people here. So here I am, getting my story posted through the author and now friend. This is my story of how my son got me into an extra-marital affair and made me a cock sucking whore at this age.

Let us begin.

Vijay worked in IT and primarily from home. I was married to my husband, who is a decade older than me, when I was 21. We had Vijay three years into our marriage. We had our differences due to the age gap. But after his retirement, all we did was quarrel every day.

He would not bother much about me, and he would be away, tending to the fields among the natives. He worked as a government bus driver, so we were not very well off either. I was an orthodox lady who liked to be trendy. I had no friends and was completely tied to my family.

Sarees were the general attire outside, and those gowns called maxi were worn at home. Like everyone else, COVID made a significant change in our lives too. The fights between us were unbearable and pissed Vijay a lot, resulting in some big fights.

Ever since the restrictions were lifted, my husband would spend most of his time with the natives and ignore me completely. Vijay started spending more time with me to help me get over this. In the process, we both started to become like “girlfriends”, gossiping and sharing everything.

He encouraged me to join the gym with him, focusing on my health and helping me tone my body. My body, which had flaps, was reduced to having them in the right areas. He got me to start wearing kurtas and leggings. He bought me kurtas that had side cuts from the hip.

My legs were toned, and so did my ass. They looked sexy in those leggings as he made me do all the exercise just for them. I made some friends in the gym and would sometimes hang out with them. One day, since he had a meeting, I went to the gym alone.

There, I heard the gossip about a lady older than me having an affair with the trainer. Gossip went to topics of sex between them, then menopause and so forth. I came back home and shared this with Vijay. We talked about it, and even he was surprised about the lady.

But that thought kept running in my head. That night, at dinner, I brought up that topic again with Vijay, and he was okay with it. He told me how it is beneficial to women to keep having sex to improve their health and lifestyle. He even sent me a video podcast of a lady talking about it.

That night, watching that podcast led me to her OnlyFans page. I subscribed to it out of curiosity to watch her lifestyle sex videos of fucking her bf in the kitchen, pool, car, malls etc. That night, I felt excited down there.

The next morning, I discussed it with Vijay. Looking at my enthusiasm and shock, he made a statement:

Vijay: “Tu ka nahi vichar karat konala date karayla?” (Why don’t you think of dating someone?)

Me: “Veda jhalas ka tu? Mi married aahe, and mulaat kon mala hya vayaat date karnar India madhye? Ithe he sagla nahi chalat.” ( Are you mad? I am married, and who is going to date me at this age here? It doesn’t work in our society.)

He then showed me other accounts that were of Indian ladies of my age and older than me dating and even posting their naked sex videos online. He showed me an app’s data. Many people of my age were doing this, and he also showed me the data.

I was shocked to see this. But I kept thinking about it. We both got busy with work. After my bath, when I checked my curves in the mirror, I wondered if any man would like this figure. At lunch, I again brought up the topic and reiterated it.

This time, Vijay supported me and convinced me to give it a try without worrying about my husband. He registered me on a dating app. When it was time to upload the photos, he didn’t want to upload the photos of my saree. So he made me wear the tightest kurta that showed my curves and black leggings.

He took a few photos before uploading them to my account. I was excited, too. That very night, I got a message on the app. He started praising my beauty, calling me sexy and hot. I blushed at it first, and he kept flirting with me. We chatted for an hour, and he asked me to meet him.

I didn’t respond after that and went to sleep. The next morning, I showed it to Vijay, and he had a smile on his face. He encouraged me to go and meet him. I was a bit hesitant at first.

Vijay: “Barr chal mi yeto tujhya barobar. Mhanje mi kay tumchya madhye nahi basnar aahe. Pan mi asel aju bajula mhanje tula ghabraychi garaj nahi.” (Okay, let’s do this. Let me come with you. I will not be with you both, but I will be there in the background.)

He messaged him, and we had decided to meet for dinner that night. Vijay asked me to get ready and wear something nice. That night, I met my date, Jitesh. He was also in his 50s, with a little grey hair, a masculine appearance, a slight tummy, and a charismatic personality.

We both introduced ourselves and got to know each other, including what we did and our backgrounds. That is when I found out he was wealthy and divorced. He was hooked on a prostitute early in his life. She loved him, and to keep him close, she arranged for her daughter to marry him.

Both mother and daughter fucked with him and made him their pimps. Looking at the money he was making and the sex he was getting, he became a full-time pimp and earned money by making them sleep with high-end clients.

Being a Gujarati, he made the most out of it and earned high contacts and money, securing himself. Since he never had a great attachment with his wife, he divorced her when she wanted to become a sheikh’s whore. He sold her for a good amount of money.

He did not have kids, was sexually very active, and would indulge in financing and editing films. He was straightforward, and I was shocked to hear all this. He had left all of this years ago and had started a restaurant business. He was alone and was looking for a companion rather than a hook-up.

I told him about my life and that I am married. I am in this because my son insisted and wanted my happiness more than societal norms. He was impressed by that. He made the environment lighter and flirted with me as well. His eyes were devouring my curves, and I found it creepy.

It was my first experience, and I wasn’t accustomed to it. The date ended, and he insisted on dropping me, but I politely refused and said I had booked a cab. My son brought the car as a cab driver, and we left. On the way, we discussed it, and my son calmed me down, saying, “What’s the big deal?”

I have already done those things and delivered him, and he wants me to date a man to enjoy the love, attention, and sex, too, if it comes with it. He wants me to live my life now. I was initially shocked by his bluntness. But then, after a casual thought, I was moved by how much he thinks about others’ happiness.

I carried on the dating site and met three other men. It was clear to me by then that the men here wanted to re-live the romantic and erotic phase of touch, kiss, etc. But none of them were as smart as Jitesh. I discussed these dates with Vijay. After the 4th one, I told him that I wanted to talk to Jitesh again.

I searched for his account again but couldn’t find it. Then, I checked my WhatsApp and found his number. I messaged him at first; he responded the next day, and since then, the talks have started. He was away for a film shoot. We continued chatting for a week and agreed to meet on the weekend.

I wanted to woo him a little, so I told Vijay about it. He took me to a salon for a full-body wax and a transformation. Then we went to get some nice kurtas, and he made me try on a deep-neck spaghetti one. It looked sexy when I tried it, but the bra strap was visible.

Meanwhile, the store lady knocked at the door. She got me a front hook strapless push-up bra and asked me to wear it underneath the kurta. Now, it not only showed my cleavage but more than that.

Vijay insisted that I buy those with thin leggings, like stockings. They showed my thighs and even my panties. He got me the bra panty set.

On the weekend, I was dressed in those, with a thong panty inside, so my ass could be seen in the night. Jitesh has a sparkle in his eyes as he watches my body language and greets me. He was ogling me all the time, and I even liked the attention. He even pointed to his hard-on.

At the end of the date, he hugged me. After that day, we met often, and I acquired more such dresses, which gave him a good show. Hugs transformed into touches, hand-holding, and raising the heat. And sometimes Vijay would be around for safety.

But this was on and off. I lost track of whether he was around or not. I behaved freely with Jitesh, who had started wandering his hands over my curves, and I even let him. One night, we were at a lounge for dinner and were drinking. I had started drinking with him.

It was dim in there, and his hands were moving on my thighs. I was getting wet there below. Our faces were close, and I could feel his breath. The alcohol intoxicated me. I leaned forward and kissed him. A peck turned into a full-blown kiss, and it went on for a few minutes.

We looked at each other and smiled. He went to the washroom after that. That’s when I turned and realised my grown son was watching me kiss my man. He gave me a smile and a nod, and that relaxed me a bit. But since then, we have kissed on every date.

By the end of the week, it had turned into just a kiss date. I enjoyed the flirting and teenage romance that was happening. He went out for a film shoot again for a week, and all we did was chat. He also sent photos of his after-work party. That made me a bit jealous.

He had his arms around a woman who was dressed in a one-piece showing great cleavage and some portion of boobs, some wearing short dresses, short skirts, and gowns that had slit from the hip, showing off their legs. I showed it to Vijay, and he calmed me down, saying that’s how it is in the film industry.

So he liked it when I showed him some skin. We were going to meet again on Friday night. Vijay had ordered me a skirt with a cut from the sides and a Spaghetti top over it. When I sat, my whole leg would be seen, and the top showed ample cleavage.

Since I was not comfortable, Vijay accompanied me and looking at me, Jitesh was hard down there. We were again in a dimly lit lounge, and Jitesh was devouring my thick naked thighs now. He was getting hard down there, and I was trying to seduce him more.

I put my hand on his crotch, and his cock twitched. We looked at each other and just started kissing like wild lovers. I was again taken over by lust and alcohol and kissed him for a good ten minutes, and we stopped reluctantly. We both wanted more, so he paid off quickly.

We gulped our drinks and moved to his car’s back seat, where we kissed like lovers in heat. We both were hot. His hand wandered on my thighs at first as our tongues fought with each other. Soon it moved to my boobs and pressed them over the top.

He took my hand and put on his hard dick while his hand was inside my top, mauling my boobs. He kissed me on the neck and shoulders while pressing my boobs and even I had started stroking his cock over his pants. It was as hard as a rock. He undid his pants.

He pulled his 6-inch cock out and gave it into my hand as we looked at each other with lust now. We kissed again, and he started pulling my top up as I stroked his cock. I removed my top and bra, and he pounced on my boobs, sucking them and biting them like a hungry kid. His cock was too hard now.

Jinesh: “ Kya boobs hai tumhare. Aaah. Dekh kitna kadak hogaya hai woh.” (What boobs you have, look how hard he has become). Aah, Muh main to lo use. (C’mon suck my dick)

I was hypnotized, and I bent down and started sucking his cock. I was doing it for the first time, and hearing him moan made me feel that I was doing it correctly. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes while he pressed my boobs. He released his cum on my face.

I had my orgasm, too, and we both were sitting there panting and sweaty. We were kissing again. He was sucking my tits when my eyes went to the car in the front. I saw Vijay watching his mom naked, sucking a man’s cock. I stopped him as it was risky, got dressed, and he dropped me home.

On the way, I was a bit tense about what Vijay would think. But at the same time, horny with Jitesh’s hands moving near my crotch. He slid my thongs on the side and started playing with my clit. I felt in heaven. I opened my legs, pulled my pants aside and let him have free access.

He was amazed at my wetness, and soon he inserted his two fingers in my tight pussy. All this was happening as we drove, and I was getting mad. My left hand was pressing my boob as he increased his speed. In a couple of minutes, I released on his hand.

He licked his fingers in front of me. We reached my building and parked in the alley. I kissed him again for good, for about 5 minutes, and then went up.

What happened next will be revealed in the next part.