Mom and Abbas – Part 9

“Ah…uh…. amma… yes.”

Geetha kept getting rammed hard by Abbas. He kept on fucking his dream fuck meat, a prize he has been wanting to have for a long time.

“Geetha, you bitch, your pussy is so sexy.”

“Hmm…yes. Keep fucking me.”

“I want to cum deep inside you.”

“Yes, Abbas, please do it.”

“Do you want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, ah.”

“Here it comes,” Abbas shot his load inside her pussy before falling next to her in bed with his hand on her boob.

Meanwhile, Deepika was turned on by Geetha’s change in character and was now locking lips with Omar.

“Umm… Omar. I want to suck you.”

“Yes, my bitch.”

As he opened the zip, Deepika’s husband called her. Deepu didn’t know what to do.

“Omar, my husband is calling, baby. What should I say?”

“It’s okay. Just answer him.”

As Deepika picked up the call, Omar pushed her down to her knees.

“Hello, Deepu darling. How are you? Are you enjoying?” Govind asked.

“Hi, Govind. Yes, I’m fine,” she said while signalling Omar not to do anything funny.

Omar, however, with a grin, put his huge circumcised cock in front of her face as she spoke to her husband.

“Did you like the gift, Deepu?”

Deepika, with her eyes still on that fantastic cock went with “Yeah, it’s huge… I mean, it’s beautiful”

“I’m glad, Deepu. Anyway, I think you’re having dinner. I can hear you gulping the food.”

“Mmm… huh? Yeah…” Omar’s cock was now in her mouth as her husband was on the phone.

“Okay, let’s speak tomorrow. Bye, Deepu.”

“Mmm… bye.”

“Gluck… gluck… gluck…” As soon as the call was done, Deepika was back to giving a blowjob to her boyfriend Omar.

“What a complete tool, your husband is.”

“Yeah, he’s just too naïve.”

“Such a slutty wife he has, though. Too bad every guy is screwing her.”

“Nah, only you and Abbas.”

“Isn’t it enough to say your husband’s a loser?”

“Hmm… he just can’t get hard enough, and his huge belly fat makes him look too old.”

“Of course, while that loser’s wife is all hot and attractive.”

“Enough of that asshole, Govind Aggarwal, now. I’m here. Deepika Omar Mirza. Take me to your room. Let’s make love today.”

“Sure, baby.” Omar lifted her and took her straight into his room for a night full of sex.

Speaking of sex, Abbas, in the meantime, started playing with Geetha’s boobs again.

“Abbas… started again?”

“Yes, Geetha.”

“But we finished just now.”

“I don’t care. If I want to fuck, I’ll fuck.”

“Then come and fuck me.”

That was the indication for Abbas, and he once again moved close to her lips to kiss. Soon enough, they started chewing each other’s lips while exchanging a lot of saliva.

Geetha has now completely forgotten that she’s someone’s wife and is behaving like a cheap slut to a client. As they drifted from the kiss, they both panted.

“Wow, Geetha, how lovely you kiss.”

“Yeah, thanks. You are no less.”

“Surely, your bald husband won’t get these kisses.”

“Why do you bring up my husband here again and again?”

“Because he’s a loser and I’m going to fuck his property.”

Saying this, Abbas quickly put his dick inside Geetha’s pussy. As he fucked rigorously, Geetha started to feel an orgasm. She’s experiencing in this one day what she hasn’t in 25 years of marriage.

Abbas’s stamina proved that he was a stud. Unlike her husband Ramu, who just fucks her in missionary, Abbas was banging her in new angles. She was getting screwed in doggystyle. A few minutes later, they turned to the spooning position, but Abbas wasn’t stopping.

His circumcised dick was moving in and out of Geetha’s hole with vigour. Her moans reached the peak. She thought how this supposed trip was to be about recreation, but the only recreation was for her pussy.

“Ah… Abbas… how long will you fuck me?”

“Haha…as long as I want, my darling.”

“Uff… don’t you get tired?”

“Not when I’m fucking you for sure.”

“Hmmm…so you love fucking married women, huh? First Deepu, then me.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m not responsible for the fact that you have pathetic husbands.”

“Uh…Amma, you like degrading my husband, don’t you?”

“Yeah, he’s a bald retard who probably has a tiny cock.”

“Hmm… don’t say like that.”

“He’s just useless. Imagine him working so hard while his wife gets dicked down, haha.”

“Uhhh… ahhhhh… stop enough.”

“Stop? No way, let’s try cowgirl position now, Geetha baby”

By saying, he pulled her closer to him, and she sat on his dick. Her matured, milky body touched his chiselled one, and, in an embrace, he took her into his arms and started chewing her lips.

Geetha responded by positioning her pussy right where Abbas had his dick. Stroke after stroke, Geetha was now embraced in a lip lock again with Abbas. They were in that position for five minutes before Abbas decided to cum inside Geetha again.

“Geetha… you whore, take it.”

“Yes… Abbas… give it to me.”

His cock thundered inside Geetha’s tight pussy, and they lay on each other, completely exhausted. Geetha just had the fuck of her life with someone who keeps insulting her husband.

Meanwhile, Deepika was deepthroating Omar’s gigantic circumcised dick. She is no longer satisfied with just licking it but now wants her saliva on Omar’s cock. As she did, her phone popped a notification from her husband, Govind.

“Darling, what are you doing?” It read.

“Hey, Deepu babe, shall we tell your wimp hubby?”

“No, Omar… stop… he’ll collapse.”

“Like a dog,” Omar laughed loudly. Deepika had a naughty smile as well.

“Let’s play with him. How about we send that pic you took with me in the forest?”

“The one where you held my hips?”

“Yes, that”, Omar said.

“Hehe… I like the idea, Omar.”

“Let’s see what happens,” and sent the pic with a caption, “Enjoyed the day”

After a couple of minutes, when Deepika was busy taking Omar’s cock in her mouth like no tomorrow, Govind simply typed, “Deepu, be careful with these guys. Enjoy, but be wary. They are not good. You know how married women fall into their trap. I know you love me, but watch out”

“Haha, look at this cuck and what he wrote,” Omar read out.

“Trap married women … hahaha.”

“Tell me, Deepu, am I not good?”

“You’re excellent, baby. Now leave him and fuck me.”

“Nah, tell me who’s better, me or Govind?”

“You.”

“Who?”

“You”

“Who?”

“You are better than my piece of shit husband,” Deepu exclaimed.

“Okay,” saying that Omar expertly removed Deepu’s T-shirt and Jeans within seconds. After all, experience matters.

“With or without your marriage symbol?”

“With it, Omar… I want to humiliate my husband and make him a cuckold.”

“Good.” Saying that Omar started pounding Deepika Agarwal’s pussy with her screams echoing throughout.

Continued in the next episode. Write to me at [email protected].