Frustrated Desire: Mami’s Honey Pot in Heat – Part 1

Hello, readers. I’m coming back to you with another experience from my Mami. Well, this is one of my experiences with my Mom and me, where my love and my Mom helped me get laid down with my Mom, as well as my MIL.

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Jayashree possesses a striking figure, her hourglass shape accentuated by her confident posture and graceful walk. Her dark, onyx eyes hold a captivating intensity and intelligence.

Cascading down her back in soft waves is her glossy, jet-black hair. Her skin radiates a warm, golden-brown hue. After becoming intimate with me, Jayashree began to favour more revealing clothing, particularly in the absence of her Mama.

She has a natural talent for commanding attention through her presence alone. A subtle, alluring smile often graces her lips, making her an attractive MILF.

When my Mama and Mami visited and my Mom in Bengaluru last year, I heard the quarrels between them every night about Mama not being active in bed or sometimes finishing early. So I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to make my Mami jump on my dick.

I tried to get close to her, but every plan I made was unsuccessful. Whenever I tried to get close to her, Mama would always be there with her. Even though they used to fight at night, the next morning, they would be happy, as if those fights had never happened. Those fights became a habit for them.

I had only two days to make her mine, after which they would be going back. I thought this time I needed to get help from my Mom, Malini, my love. So that night, I went back to my room where my witch was waiting for my cock. I went to her and knocked on her door.

She opened it and took me in, giving me a tight slap for making her wait for so long. But I was lost in the thoughts of Jayashree. While my Mom unzipped my shorts and undone my undies, she saw my dick was not erect, so she took my cock in her mouth.

That chilled mouth of hers gave me an intense sensation in my warm cock, that made my dick hard as a rock. She was so excited that she took it all in. And I imagined how my Mami would take it in her mouth. I took hold of her neck and started deep-throating her until she choked and pushed my hand away.

After two minutes, though, I grasped both of her boobs and thrust my penis into her, roughly doing so for five minutes. When I finally told her that I was going to climax, she put my member back in her mouth, and I ejaculated.

I changed our position to doggy style. We stood on the edge of the bed, and I entered her from behind. I held her hair and moved back and forth. Then, I spanked her buttocks firmly. She moaned in discomfort. I increased my speed and slapped her right buttock.

She requested, “No, honey, not in the ass today. Cum on my boobs, and let’s end because I’m tired of serving your Mama-Mami for a week.” Hearing “Mami” from her lips, my intensity grew. I flipped her over, spooning her and biting her boobs one by one.

After 15 minutes, she said she was about to climax, and I replied that I was too. She climaxed first and then knelt in front of me to cover her boobs with my semen. We fell on the bed and were gasping for air. After about 10 minutes, we got up and made the bed to sleep.

I sat on the bed and thought about how to take my Mami under me. Malini came and kept her head on my shoulder and asked, “Why was it so weird?”

I wondered what was weird. She replied, “The way you had me was different. Firstly your cock was not erect, and suddenly the whole session you made was so intense and painful for me.”

I said, “Honey, there is something I want to tell you.” She asked, “What is it?” I replied, “It’s been a week since Mama and Mami arrived here. Every night, I hear their quarrels and that too for the same reason that Mama is not able to satisfy Mami.”

She asked, “Why does it matter so much to you?” I replied, ‘How about we help them?’ She said, “You mean her?” I said, “Yes.” She said, “So now my son wants a bitch also to satisfy him or he wants her to satisfy?” (gazing a little angrily)

I replied, “Yes, witch (sometimes I call my mom witch. It’s our love language). I want that bitch.” As soon I said yes, she saw my shaft erected to its fullest and slid her hand under the blanket and held and slapped it very hard. I moaned in pain. I knew she was angry.

She said, “I already know that this day will come.”

I asked how she replied (still playing with my dick rough), “Past from two years we I’m riding your dick. I know my son very well. If he is into something, he will take it, and also, that slap when you entered the room was for the same reason. Whenever they meet us, you always check on her.”

I was a little shocked. I said, “Okay, then help me make that bitch jump on my dick.” She said, “I have a condition. If you agree to that, I can make it happen.” I say, “What condition?” She answered, “If you marry her their daughter, I can get you what you want.”

I said, ‘Okay, that’s not a big problem. Her daughter also has a good figure, I guess. But before marrying her daughter, I want Mami to be under me.” She thought for a minute and said, “Okay, well then, however, I know you never go out of my word. I can agree on that condition.’

I said, “And then we can have a foursome after my marriage, me, you, Mami, and her daughter or my wife.” She added, “Oh, so now you are already planning on foursome and all. What if you get tired of digging our holes during foursome?”

I said, ‘Mom, we already had a threesome and a foursome, you remember, right?” She said, “I remember it. How can I forget those days when we didn’t even remember where we were? It took me two days to get relief.”

I asked her, ‘So Malini, how do you plan on getting her laid with me?’ She said, “I have a plan that we take her with us on the Andaman and Nicobar trip next week. We book a villa or something like that, and you can have her.” I asked, “But how will you convince Mama of the trip?”

She says, “Don’t worry, baby, it’s not that tough to convince him.”

Malini: Hey Shubhash, I was thinking… it’s been so long since we did anything together. Why don’t we all go somewhere? Just for a few days?

Shubhash: Go where?

Malini: Andamans.

Shubhash: Hmm. That’s far. And expensive also, no?

Malini: It’s not that bad. And it’s just once in a while. Shashank will cover the trip expenses. You’re both here now, good time.

Jayshree: It’ll be nice.

Shubhash: You’ve started also now? I need to go to the job, Jayshree. It’s not like I’m sitting free.

Malini: Hey, just for one week. What’ll happen? Shashank will manage.

Shubhash: It’s already been a week since I’ve been on leave. I can’t take more.

Malini: You’re acting like the company will shut down without you. It won’t.

Shubhash: I sleep enough.

Jayshree: No, you don’t. You’re always checking your phone, even after dinner.

Malini: Exactly. And you’re constantly worrying about Avni’s studies, too. She’s responsible, she’ll manage.

Shubhash: She’s in her final year, Malini. She doesn’t need distractions now. If we all go, who’s going to keep an eye on her?

Malini: We don’t have to take her. Let her stay back and focus. Just the four of us can go.

Shubhash: No. I don’t like the idea of all of us leaving her alone.

Malini: Then let me say something. If you don’t want to come, don’t. But at least let Jayshree come with us.

Shubhash: You’re saying I stay, and she goes?

Malini: Yes. You and Avni stay and do your bull shits. She’ll enjoy the break, and I’ll be there with her.

Shubhash: Hmm.

Jayshree: Only if you’re okay with it, haan. I’m not insisting.

Malini: You’re not running off for a month. It’s a short trip. And she needs it.

Shubhash: Avni should not be disturbed, that’s all.

Malini: No one’s disturbing her. We’ll even tell her not to call if she doesn’t need anything.

Shubhash: okay. You go, but not Avni. Final.

Jayshree: Thank you.

Malini: Okay, Jayshree, we’ll go shopping. Jayshree agreed.

Now, we had to address the finer details—our time in the Andaman Islands, logistics, and, of course, the plan I had for Mami. I considered this an innocent adventure. My desires drummed in my heart, creeping ever so quietly, intertwining with sheer thrill over what might happen.

The next day’s shopping wasn’t just about clothes. It was part of the setup. While Mom and Mami wandered through racks of clothing in one of those stylish stores, I quietly peeled off toward another section of the mall. I already knew how this would play out.

Mom, being her usual bold, playful self, would push Jayshree into picking up something a little younger, a little more revealing. “Come on, it’s the beach! Live a little!” That kind of tone. She’s like that with everyone. Loud, confident, the kind who believes age is just a number.

And honestly, that part of her helps me more than she knows. Because Jayshree kept gravitating toward loose and long maxi dresses—the kind that hides more than they show. Mom was holding up strappy sundresses and short wraps, playfully insisting, teasing, and nudging.

But Mami, in her sweet and shy way, laughed it off. She pretended not to hear half of it, shook her head, and said things like, “What if your son sees me in this? He’ll faint!” — and settled for a couple of safe, flowy outfits.

That’s when I knew I had to step in. I made my way into a boutique store, one that didn’t believe in modesty. I picked up a few things deliberately – pieces that would look effortless but dangerous on her.

As I held up a sheer sarong, a salesgirl approached, smiling politely. “Buying for someone?” she asked. I nodded. “Yeah, a gift for someone special – beach trip coming up.”

She tilted her head. “Do you know her size?”

Instead of answering, I took out my phone and pulled up a photo of Jayshree — from a family wedding — in a saree, turning mid-laugh. The image was soft and elegant. The girl glanced at the screen, then at me, and gave a little smile. “uh, your Wife?” she asked.

I didn’t blink. “Something like that.”

We chose a few things together. A peach wrap dress that opened high on the thigh, a Halter neck cover-up, and a backless top that looked like it belonged to someone half her age. But I knew Jayshree would carry it better. I paid in cash. No names, no trace.

However, these wouldn’t go into her bag directly. They’d be packed in Mom’s luggage, casually as if just extra stuff for the trip. We’d surprise Jayshree later. She might blush, hesitate, and say no at first. But once we’re there, once she opens up, she will wear it.

The mood changes once the air gets humid, and her guard drops. A day or two by the beach, a little heat, a little persuasion, and maybe just a tiny, hidden dose of Viagra in someone’s tea – things shift.

That night, Mama’s flight was at midnight. I left him at the airport and came back. My sweet witch of a mom was sleeping soundly.

I hope you will all like my story. Well, this is just the start. I assure you that the next part will be tempting and steamy. If you do, reply to me, and feel free to contact me at [email protected].

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