Kishen’s Life-changing Discovery – Part 24

“I used to pat helplessly on your naked butt, Prakash, pleading you stop pounding my face. I used to pray it wouldn’t wake our children (Karthik and Shalini) sleeping on the floor. But you never cared.” Mays says. She stood and vigorously rubbed her crotch up and down Tariq’s face—who she addressed as Prakash, her late husband.

With the muffled sounds coming out of Tariq mouth, the group cannot make out if he is moaning in pleasure or in utter inconvenience. Maya didn’t stop even as her chubby hips and arms began to ache. She stopped at once when Tariq patted three times on her naked butt—signaling the safety gesture. Exhausted by the treatment, he crashes his ass on the floor. He pants, taking in all the air his body was being deprived of for minutes.

Snapping out of her dominant demeanor, Maya also sits back on the edge of the bed. Panting, like Tariq, she asks if he was ok. He looks up at her and nods. Maya sees Tariq’s face had become rather wet and pale.

“Come here Tariq, you need a break,” says Savi. Tired, Tariq proceeds to sit next to the ladies (Savi—Kishen’s Mom, Fidah—Tariq’s mom, and Gauri—Fidah’s society’s maid). Savi opens her legs in a relaxed ‘V’ shape and pats the floor in front of her, encouraging Tariq to sit between them. Kishen, and everyone else, watches Tariq settling into comfortably resting his sweaty naked back against the cushion of Savi’s tits and tummy.

Tariq’s panting gradually subsides as his breathing synchronizes with Savi’s. She lovingly caresses his head and stomach, then gently guides him to rest the back of his head on her shoulder, their bodies intimately connected with his temple brushing against her cheek.

Kishen and Deepak extra horny seeing the mother-care vibes from the naked milf (Savi) to the twink (Tariq). The young men, including Tariq, have a hard time remembering the last time they sat so carefree in the purely motherly, non-sexual embrace of mature women. Kishen and Deepak see in Tariq the coziness they never knew they missed since growing up. They crave for the same.

Closing her eyes, Savi rubs (feels) her cheek against Tariq’s. Taking a deep breath, she looks at Fidah and says, “I just so love how your son’s face smells of Maya’s sweaty crotch. Hearing that, Fidah and Gauri comes near Tariq’s face, on all fours. They begin sniffing him like horny cougars.

Acknowledging Savi’s observation, Gauri proceeds to lick Tariq’s sweaty and crotch-wet face. Fidah follows suit, and so does Savi from the side. Kishen, Deepak and Maya watches the MILFs simultaneously lick parts of Tariq’s face as though it was a plate with leftover Maggie noodles gravy. Gauri and Savi (from the side) also takes turns doing tongue-play with Tariq.

Having licked his face clean of every molecule of Maya’s crotch-sweat and pussy fluids, the ladies let him rest his head back on Savi’s shoulder. Savi makes Kishen fetch the jug of water from the table and sprinkle it on Tariq’s face as she wiped his face clean with her bare hand. Fidah and Gauri resumes their normal sitting positions—next to Savi– to watch the rest of Maya’s dominating action.

Taking a deep breath and unleashing her dominant avatar again as she exhales, Maya gets up. She grabs Kishen by the back of his hair and brings his face closer to hers. “Mother fucker!!! Just because I was born a female, you raised me only with the sole intent to marry me off.” Maya shouts. Everyone guesses right that she’s referring to her father. “Your sexist parenting shackled me, my ambitions, my worth, and my fate.”

“Mysogynistic parenting!!!” Savi calls out.

“Asshole parenting! Even I was subject to it” Fidah shouts.

“Exactly!!!” says Maya. Letting go of Kishen’s hair, Maya turns around, gets on the bed with her knees, and goes ‘face down ass up’. She orders Savi to come over, and punish ‘her father’ by making him eat his daughter’s ‘worthless asshole’. Obliging Maya’s request, Savi swiftly “transfers” Tariq to Gauri, guiding him to lean back against her torso in the same manner he had rested against hers.

Coming near Kishen, Savi grabs him by the back of his neck, and whispers to his ears, “this is what happens if you don’t raise your daughter right”. She pushes his face hard onto Maya’s ass crack—getting the tip of his nose hit the bulls eye of her asshole. Grabbing Kishen’s head by his hair, his mother vigorously rubs his face up and down Maya’s ass crack. It was as though she was grating his nose into Maya’s asshole.

Kishen could feel Maya’s semi-greasy butt-sweat coating the vertical middle section of his face. Kishen was close to patting out (safety gesture) as he too struggled to breathe like how Tariq had struggled. But in the thrill of the submissive kink and the possibility that that his face too would be licked off of that greasy sweat by the ladies made him hold on.

Savi stops her action at once. Kishen wonders why. Maya, still in the face-down-ass-up position, spread her ass cheeks with her hands. It was then that Kishen could properly get a close-up view of her asshole. It had a pronounced dark shade that contrasted Maya fair, plumpy cheeks. It was too wide—like a XXL areola—unlike anything Kishen had seen. It was unshaved, unlike her crotch. Just as Kishen was starting to gain composure and admire its ‘beauty’, Savi brings her face closer to Maya’s hole and spits on it.

“Lick it…flick it with your tongue.” Savi orders, still holding her son by his hair.

Submissively aroused, Kishen obediently does as ordered. Savi joins him! For several minutes, marked by Maya grunt-like moans, the mother and son tongue-worshiped her asshole. They even took turns pushing their tongue tips into the hole. Their oral action had smeared so much saliva on Maya’s hole areas that their tongues could neither distinguish the coarseness or wrinkles of Maya’s wide asshole periphery. Saliva drooled down her thighs, which both Savi and Kishen would scoop with their tongues and apply back to the anal core.

Maya farts! The gas bubbles out through the saliva film coated on Maya’s asshole. “Yuck!” Kishen turns his head away. Angered by that gesture, Savi inserts her little finger up Maya’s asshole and pushes it up his nostrils. Just as a coughing Kishen thinks he’s had enough, his mother pushes his face hard against the Maya’s saliva wet buttcrack. Maya then locks his head in position with the heels of her feet.

“Eat that,” she says and rips another fart down his throat. Gagging, Kishen pats out (safety gesture). He is made free at once. Hearing Kishen pant and choke, Maya turns around, her expression filled with concern. The rest of the group shares her worry, but Kishen reassures them with a ‘thumbs up,’ signaling that he is fine. Savi quickly grabs the jug of water from the floor and hands it to him. He takes several gulps, visibly relieved. Aware that Deepak is next to face Maya’s dominance, Kishen gives him a supportive pat on the shoulder and says, “All the best, bro…” This prompts a round of giggles from everyone. Kishen then joins Savi as they move to sit on the floor alongside Fidah, Gauri, and Tariq.

Fidah invites Kishen to rest his body on her’s—just like how Tariq was resting on Gauri’s, and before that, Savi’s. Just as Kishen rests the back of his head on Fidah’s shoulder and begins to appreciate Fidah’s motherly warmth, the ladies– Savi, Fidah (from the side), and Gauri (after having Tariq move from resting on her)–begin competing to lick Maya’s ass grease off his face. Eyes closed, Kishen enjoys the feeling of three tongues going over his face. He also feels Fidah’s hand fondling and shagging his cock. He stops her hand with his, and says, “Just caress me, aunty. That’s what I need.” Kissing him on his forehead, Fidah lovingly does as asked.

Kishen could simultaneously hear Maya unleashing her dominance on Deepak. Immersed in the motherly care-and-caressing and the pleasurable multi-tongue licking he was receiving, Kishen could only manage to catches glimpses of Maya and Deepak through the corners of his eyes.

Little did Kishen know that Maya’s dominance and Deepaks submissiveness would kindle in him an unusual craving for the kink. Kishen saw Maya locking Deepak’s head onto her cleavage and forcing him to motorboat her.

Sitting on the bed edge, Maya then makes Deepak sit on the floor and smell and kiss her feet. Taking the lead, Deepak surprises a dominant Maya (and everyone) by showing how utterly submissive he can get. He proceeds to worship her feet. Sitting cross-legged and holding (supporting) one foot at a time in the bowl of his palms, Deepak virtuously mouths each of her toes. Eyes closed, he kisses and licks the area between the toes, the nails, the sole, the heel, the ankle and every other inch of her feet.

Kishen is amazed at how Deepak, who he has known to be impulsive and defensive, can get so devotionally submissive. He also never expected Maya to be that dominant. “It’s all about the mindset, I guess. And it sure enhances sex.” Kishen re-realizes, as he retrospects and reminisces his dominant (part 5) and submissive avatars.

While his head rested still on Fidha’s shoulder as the ladies licked all over his face, he begins to conjure kinky ideas where he can be at the submissive end of the actions that would unfold in the room. He was so lost in such thoughts that he didn’t notice when the ladies were done licking his face. He didn’t even flinch when, after the ladies were done, Tariq sprinkled water on his face and Fidah wiped his face clean with her bare hands.

Seeing Kishen lost in thought with his head resting on her shoulder, Fidah playfully pinches his balls and nudges him back to reality.

“What are you thinking?” Fidah asks Kishen.

“…sorry, aunty. I just got carried away admiring how Deepak is serving Maya aunty.” says Kishen. He notices Tariq was next to him, resting on Gauri who now sat right beside Fidah. Savi too is sitting closer to Fidah, on her other side. All of them watches Maya being dominant on Deepak.

“No need to apologize, Kishen. Yes, even I’m at awe by Deepak’s capability to be so submissive.” Fidah says.

“Yeah…but he is not as submissive as Gauri was.” comments Tariq.

“Yes… you should have seen how she behaved like my brother (Altaf) owned her soul.” says Fidah to Kishen and Savi.

“You missed that action, man. Altaf mama, on the other hand, was a beast on her. Much more harder than how he fucked me.” says Tariq. “Many times we thought Gauri would pass out.”

“He hit her?” Kishen asks.

“Consensually…not beyond what she could not take. But he did test her limits of how much of rough masculine sexual energy she can endure.” explains Fidah. “It was fun to watch…”

Kishen turns his head to look at Gauri and sees her blush.

Meanwhile, Deepak now moved to worshiping Maya’s armpits. With his arms behind his back, a dominant Maya made him thoroughly lick each of her armpits many times over, on command. Each time he switched armpits to lick, Maya would do things like grabbing him by the neck, and making him put his tongue out and spit on his mouth and face. She would also slap his face with her melon-like boobs, and pinch his nipples hard.

Maya makes Deepak lie on the bed and literally walks her heavy body over him. She slaps his face with her feet. She slams her armpit against his face, suffocating him for minutes. She flicks his balls and dick many times. Every dominant atrocity of hers on Deepak came bundled with feminist push-back dialogues. Hornier, if anything, Deepak submissively gives in to it all. Not that it was easy for him. Still, Deepak, and everyone, knew that most of the dominance Maya was unleashing was actually years of helplessness and frustration she’d bottled living a life subjugated by toxic patriarchy.

Soon came the point where Maya had emptied her ‘bottles’, at least for now. She sits up on the bed. Panting, she appears lost in thought. She was going through the kind of surreal self-realization that one goes through after they’ve had fit of anger/rage. She looks at Deepak as he lay on the bed tired and panting. She looks at the others observing her in silence. Recognizing what Maya is going through, Deepak sits up on the bed, and proceeds to kneel, bow down, and place his head on to her feet—sincerely making an apology gesture on behalf of all things men, masculine and patriarchy that had been unjust to her, all her life.

“What have I done?!?…” Guilt hits Maya like a train. She begins to cry. Kishen could very well understand what she was going through. He too had broken down crying when he realized how uncontrollably dominant his beast-self had become (Part 9 and 10).

Having rested enough on the embrace of the other women’s warm, naked bodies, Kishen and Tariq goes towards Maya and sits on the bed next to her. The three young men console her as she weeps.

“Please forgive me, sons.” Maya saya.

“There is nothing to forgive, aunty.” says Kishen. “I too have been there and done it.”

“Yeah…we enjoyed it.” says Tariq.

“It’s ok, Maya. All is well…” Fidah says.

“Yeah…we’re totally fine with how you treated our sons. They deserve it.” jokes Savi, trying to ease the seriousness.

Maya looks at Deepak and asks, “Will Hema also be fine with it? God, I can’t imagine how I’d face her after what I did to you.”

Keeping his hand on her shoulders and sporting a wise smile, “Don’t worry, aunty. My mom’s can get way more kinkier. And we will make it easy for you to face her.”

“What do you mean?” asks Maya with a smile, after wiping her tears.

“What they mean, Gauri, is that its time for you to get a taste of the same treatment you’ve just given to our young men.” Fidah says, sitting on the floor with Gauri and Savi on her either sides.

Maya was so carried away in the first taste of a dominating role that she’d forgotten it was just a part of Fidha’s plan of action for her. And like Fidah had mentioned (part 21), Maya realizes that she was now more than ready—driven by horniness, curiosity, and a bit of guilty conscience—to be the submissive subject.

“I am all yours to punish, boys. I deserve it.” Maya says.

Tariq shushes Maya and says, “For now, just keep quite and enjoy how we treat you. ”

“And ladies, silence please!” Kishen commands. Silence ensues.

Following the instructions that Fidah had whispered to them, the boys orchestrate Maya’s role reversal in the smoothest manner. Sporting genuine but suspenseful smiles, they begin by taking on the role of Maya’s masseurs. With utmost care, pleasantness and tenderness, they make her lie on the bed that was already laid out with the plastic sheet.

Picking up the body oil from among the paraphernalia they’d bought to the room earlier (part 21), they generously apply it on to Maya. Their hands begin going over her body—breasts and shoulders first—as they begin massaging her. Maya, who was until then in anticipation of what dominating or rough act the boys do, decides to lower her guards, relax and let go. After all, she’d never experienced any sort of massage or spa treatment. Not that the boys were trained masseurs. But it seemed they knew how to treat their Maya aunty—their best friend Karthik’s mother—right. They made her lie on her back, and later, sides, and chest as they massaged her from head to toe and fingertips. She’d be unintentionally and inadvertently tickled several times due to her chubbiness. Many times she’d playfully and spontaneously try to feel, fondle or mouth their parts, whenever they came within her reach while massaging her. But they politely pushed her hands and face away—a gesture insisting that she be fully relaxed.

Not that the boys were any less horny. Throughout the massage their dicks were fully erect with precum drooling. Maya occasionally, and playfully, scooped their threads of their precum directly with her mouth or with her fingertips (to lick it up like honey). The boys, and Maya, couldn’t not be horny. On the one hand, the boys’ hands were massaging the naked body of one the most cutest and chubbiest woman they knew. On the other hand, theirs and Maya’s eyes could watch live the unfolding of a hot lesbian action from the floor-sitting spectators—Gauri, Fidah and Savi.

Soon after the boys commenced massaging Maya, the ladies could no longer just sit and watch the highly arousing action unfolding before them. Craving to feel what Maya was feeling at the hands of the boys, each of them had unknowingly begun breathing heavily and running their hands over their bodies. Sitting beside each other, it didn’t take long for their self-feeling sparks to turn to a lesbian flame. Fidah, who sat between Gaudi and Savi, reached her hands out to caress each of their thighs.

Savi and Gauri adjusts their sitting positions to better open up their crotches for the middle-sitting Fidha’s hands to conveniently caress and finger. Reciprocating the pleasuring, they each lend one of their hands in feeling-up Fidha from face to crotch. Eyes fixated on the boys and Maya, Fidah fingers Savi and Gauri while they run their hands, in no particular order, over Fidah’s cheeks, earlobes, shoulders, neck, back of the neck, breasts, navel, tummy flabs, thighs, and what not.

The ladies break the feeling-up only to occasionally sniff their fingers for doses of pheromonal and olfactory high that further stimulated them. They’d then saliva wet their fingers and go back to the fingering, feeling-up and caressing. While Fidha’s wet fingertips spotted, circled and flickered Savi’s and Gauri’s clits, theirs pinched Fidah’s nipples, encircled her areolas and dipped in and out of her belly button, ears, and pouted lips.

Soon enough, the ladies let the flame engulf time in totality. Laying on the floor by their sides and resting their head on each other’s thighs, they comfortably assume the one and only ‘daisy chaining’ position–the oral circle–each simultaneously giving and receiving cunnilingus. Needles to say, it was a feast to the eyes of the young masseurs, and Maya. While they engaged in the massage, they took generous glimpses of Savi’s bottom being licked hard by Fidah whose bottom was being licked equally hard by Gauri, who was, in turn, being licked by Savi, just as hard.

After several minutes that nobody in the room could keep track of, Savi, Fidah and Gaudi stopped at their act at once and sat up in an instant to take a quick breather. Not exchanging a single word or utterance, and in adherence to Kishen’s command, they look at each other and giggle naughtily as they pass among each other the water jar to quench their thirst. Although the hard oral giving ached their jaws and made them thirsty for water, they were far more thirsty for more pussy juice. They swiftly go back to the daisy chaining. But this time, they lay on their ‘other’ side, reversing the direction of their oral circle–Fidah licking Gauri licking Savi licking Fidah!

The masseurs may have been applying too much massage pressure on Maya’s tummy. Perhaps, they were fixated on how their oiled hands felt going over her chubby tummy and flabs. Whatever the reason may be, Maya’s bowels began to stir.

“I need to go to the loo.” Maya announces, breaking the verbal silence that ensued in the room since Kishen’s order. Hiding her borderline embarrassment, she frees herself from the massaging clutches of the boys, and gets out of the bed for the quick bathroom visit.

“Wait!” Fidah orders, lying intact in her daisy chaining position.

“What?!?” Maya asks.

“Call Tariq once you’re done. He will help you clear your ass clean of any…remnants.”

Visibly shy, Maya says, “I can do it myself, right? Why should Tariq come?”

“How do you plan to do it?” Fidah asks.

“Uh…By excreting more pressure?”

Breaking a small laugh, Fidah responds, “No, that’s not how you do it. You don’t know anything, Maya. Call Tariq after you’re done.”

Blushing, Maya nods, and proceeds to exit the room.

“Let’s take a break until she’s back.” Fidah announces and sits up on the floor, followed by Gauri, and Savi. Letting go of their masseur-mode demeanor, the boys too decide to take a breather and sits relaxed on the bed.

Just then Altaf returns, with a joyful surprise. He has with him two big bags containing beer cans, water, cool drinks, snacks and smokes. The group also come to learn that Altaf has also bought two bottles of premium whiskey and several plastic glasses. Quickly undressing himself to be nude like everyone else, Altaf wastes no time in arranging the stuff on the table. The boys hop out of the bed and helps him. Just as Altaf begins to fix a drink for himself, Fidah orders to stop. She then makes the boys fetch several bottles of water from the fridge.

“Drink the water first, everyone! I need you to pee at-least 2 times. Only then will I allow anyone to touch the alcohol,” she announces.

“Why?” asks a confused Kishen.

“Hygiene…” Fidah responds.

“I don’t understand, aunty.” Kishen says.

“Uff…you dumb-fuck! We are going to engage some kinky piss play. So it helps that you all have clearer urine, so that no one is grossed out!” explains Deepak.

“Have you never engaged in piss play in your circle?” Tariq asks Kishen.

“Yeah…we did, but we never really emphasized on clear urine.” responds Kishen.

“We don’t too, Kishen. It’s just that many of us have not indulged together before. It’s always good to build piss-play acquaintance with clear pee over raw piss that could have unpleasant smell or texture.Besides, we have Maya who never experienced any of this, I don’t know how she would even react to the idea.” Fidah explains.

Altaf adds, “Besides, in one shot, I, for one, could piss more than all of you combined. So, its better if its clear. And don’t worry about Maya. Something tells me she will enjoy it.”

“I too feel the same,” says Fidah. “Also, after we commence the piss play with clear piss, we will be drinking. You will be able to notice the subtle but pleasant change in the smell, texture and even ever-so-slightly, the level of foam. Something about that bladder produced piss-brew turns me on so freaking much.”

Hearing Fidah’s ulterior motive, Kishen gets erect and Savi’s hand involuntarily reaches her crotch.

“Shouldn’t Maya aunty be done by now?” Tariq asks.

“Looks like someone is in a hurry to make the scene scat-free.” Gauri teases.

“She’s probably done. Maybe she’s pushing harder to get as much shit out as possible without embarrassing herself in front of Tariq.” Fidah says.

“Yeah, I did that to. But it’s not really effective.” Gauri comments.

Just then they hear the sound of toilet flushing followed by Maya calling out Tariq from the bathroom.

“Coming!” Tariq responds back, aloud, And just as he proceeds to go, a “Wait” utterance comes from both Savi and Kishen, the mother and son.

To be continued.