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In Pics: Asmita | Contributed by IK aka Anmol (Telegram)
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Complex are the lives of the rich and famous. What would be frowned upon in middle-class and poor families often becomes a lifestyle among the rich and famous.

Anmol’s best friend belongs to one such family. They met in school and soon became inseparable friends. Friendship in school soon extended to friendship beyond school too.

Neither came from a family of wealth, but his friend’s parents were financially better off. He was invited to his friend’s birthday party at his place. That was the first time he visited their place and met his family.

The two grew up almost like brothers and his friend’s parents were kind of like parents to Anmol too, with one important exception.

Almost every hormonal 18 year old has taboo fantasies — teachers, maids, friend’s parent, neighbor, some even their own family members.

You know what I am talking about don’t you?

Anmol’s first crush was Asmita — his best friend’s vivacious mom — and all his taboo fantasies revolved around her.

When Anmol first met his friend’s parents as a school going kid, his friend’s father was starting off in the marble industry and his mother was an aspiring fashion designer who had started her own line.

The two were college sweethearts and got married early — immediately after their graduation.

By the time Anmol came into their lives, both were in the early stages of their career and worked a lot.

That meant they had little time for their son.

That possibly helped bind their friendship and make it thicker than most school friendships.

Anmol remembers hearing some rumors during their childhood that the his friend’s parents had rushed into marriage because Asmita had got pregnant before marriage.

As it happened, Anmol’s friend was born 7 months after the wedding. Whether that meant that he was a premature baby or that the rumors were true is anyone’s guess.

Pretty, curvy and sexy, she could have made herself a career as a model if she wanted to.

Starting a business on shoestring budgets meant that Asmita modeled for her own fashion line in the early days of her business.

There were also rumors that one of the reasons behind Asmita’s success after over decade’s struggle was her willingness to warm the beds of those who could give her business a fillip.

Given that both parents were away a lot on work — and not always together — made tongues wag, many such rumors — including those of gangbangs and orgys — were common.

While others judged them and even teased the son, Anmol always stood by his friend and came to his defense.

As business grew, she started hiring models instead of modeling for her fashion line herself and rumor had it that there was a gangbang orgy she had been a part of with a few models.

There was supposedly a video of the orgy and Anmol had unsuccessfully searched for that video for years.

Her beauty, her willingness to flaunt her assets, and the rumors surrounding her fueled Anmol’s fantasies about his best friend’s mom.

She became the subject of many wet dreams through his hormonal teenage years.

Most teenagers outgrow the fantasies — find a girlfriend, get married and settle down — either by falling in love with someone their own age, or after an arranged marriage.

With age and maturity, fantasies also tend to fade away as the subject of these fantasies grow old and lose their beauty and charm.

However. Asmita seemed to defy age, getting sexier with every passing year, and unconsciously kept stoking Anmol’s taboo desires.

Even now, despite being the mother of an adult son, Asmita could make heads turn.

She had aged like wine and taken good care of her body.

She still did not hesitate to flaunt her assets and, though she was more than twice Anmol’s age, she remained the center of the horny 18 year old’s sexual fantasies.

By the time the two boys became adults, Anmol was a standard fixture at his best friend’s house and was treated as one of the family.

When he first started visiting them, he called her aunty and his dad, uncle. But over time, they encouraged him to call them Mom/Mummy and Dad/Daddy they their own son did.

Anmol had no problem with that because he called his own parents Maa and Baba.

Stepping into adulthood, Anmol’s hormones were playing havoc. Whenever he was at their place, he struggled to take his eyes of Asmita’s cleavage — that was on display more often than not — and struggled even more to hide the boner she gave him.

He often had to masturbate multiple times a day to relieve his aching balls — even in his friend’s house — making an excuse to visit the toilet.

The first time he found Asmita’s soiled panties in the toilet, he was in sexual heaven.

He couldn’t resist smelling them and the aroma of Asmita’s womanhood.

He took his time licking the inside of her panties, imagining he was licking her pussy.

They were soaking wet with his saliva in no time and he couldn’t resist the ache in his balls.

Masturbating thinking about her was one thing, masturbating with her panties was a whole new thing for teenage Anmol.

He emptied his load just 30 seconds later right where her pussy would have been had she been wearing the panties.

He pocketed her panties and took them with him as a souvenir.

After that first time, he would actually look for her panties and would be disappointed if he didn’t find them to masturbate with.

Whenever he found her panties in the toilet, he made sure he shot his load on the inside of the panties where her pussy would have been had she been wearing them.

That is, after he had masturbated with them — either just smelling and locking them, or wearing them, or just holding them in his hand while he stroked his hardness.

In his teenage mind, he would imagine it was her pussy he was cumming in, not her panties.

For most teenagers, teenage sexual fantasies remain unfulfilled, but Anmol’s luck was about to change.

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Asmita had been upset since she woke up. “This isn’t the first time,” she told herself, partly upset at herself for being upset, “he has been doing it for years.” She was referring to her husband’s indiscretions.

Years ago, when she had started her fashion line, things had been rocky. Her husband was starting a career in the marble industry and neither had been able to make it big for close to a decade.

When a client had offered to underwrite a year’s production if she spent the night with him, Asmita had succumbed under the pressure.

He had fucked her ass brutally that night without a condom, spanking her butt while calling her filthy names. He fucked her for hours filling her ass twice with his load.

She had been humiliated, but she had walked away with a contract that would secure her family for close to a year.

She had vowed it would be a one-off compromise but it hadn’t turned out that way.

Difficult times brought temptation for a second, then a third and a fourth time and so on… till she had lost count of the number of clients she had slept with for the success of her business.

When an orgy with an international delegation had resulted in a pregnancy, she had finally shut the door on compromises.

As she reflected on the chain of events that had led to this day, she realized that her mistake had been confessing to her husband. That happened a few months after her son was born.

She had turned down an order from the same client who had first led her down the path of sleeping around.

His condition this time around also was the same and she had refused, walking away from the deal that would have been bigger than any she had secured in the past.

When her husband had asked for an explanation for walking away rom such a lucrative deal, she had told him what had happened the first time he had underwritten a year’s production.

While she hadn’t told him about the other clients she had slept around with or the orgy that had got her pregnant with the son he loved, the damage was still done.

Something changed in their relationship that day.

While they remained a loving couple for the world, he was no longer the same loving husband anymore.

She discovered he had started sleeping around a couple years later when he got her buxom 25 year old assistant pregnant and she had paid for the abortion to hush it up.

She was neither the first nor the last, from models to staff members she knew of a number of women he had slept with over the years.

His pattern was to pick the bustiest assistants and interns between the ages of 18 and 25 — the younger the better, and also her models that fit that age and body type.

He seemed to especially enjoy deflowering virgins and apparently insisted on unprotected sex. It was up to the girls to get on the pill if they didn’t want to get pregnant.

Husband and wife started living in separate rooms and when their some was away on school picnics or at his grandparents, he would often bring his current girl over and fuck her in what used to be their marital bed.

He would ditch them or fire them if they got clingy, got married or pregnant, before moving on the next one.

If she knew of so many, she was sure there were others she knew nothing about.

Asmita had blamed herself — after all she had been the first one to cheat on their marriage.

And yet, he never ditched her on any of the important family days. This year he had been away with the latest ‘virgin not so long ago’ intern on their anniversary and also today, her birthday.

This time, around, he had crossed a limit, taking his newly recruited 19 year old intern on a fifteen day “business trip.”

She fumed, imagining her husband fucking and repeatedly creaming a busty barely adult adult’s pussy repeatedly — while she was going through a dry sexual spell in her life.

Trying to shut out the images of her husband fucking and possibly impregnating a girl young enough to be his daughter, Asmita decided to distract herself with some cleaning.

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“Hello Mom,” Anmol said tossing his backpack on the couch.

“Hi beta,” Asmita replied, continuing to clean the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Where is everyone?” Anmol asked, plonking down on the couch next to his backpack.

“Uncle’s had to make a business trip and your ‘bro’ has a new girlfriend — which means he is almost never at home anymore.”

Anmol’s eyes inevitably settled on Asmita’s cleavage, which was on glorious display as she bent down cleaning the table facing him.

Her sheer cotton dress had a plunging V neckline giving a generous view of her boobs.

As she wiped the table with a rag, her breasts jiggled driving Anmol wild. As they moved inside her top, Anmol got glimpses of her dark areola and puffy nipples.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Anmol had seen her nipples inside her top on innumerable similar occasions.

Since she avoided wearing underwear at home, her dark nipples were often straining against her top or poking through it. If her top was sheer — as it often was — they could be seen through the top.

He had often found her skirts wedged into her ass crack and stared at innumerable camel toes when she wore leggings. Anmol often wondered how his friend was able to resist his mother’s sexuality and the flaunting of her assets.

Three things were different today compared to the other times Asmita’s sexiness left him aroused…

1. There was nobody else around. With others around, Asmita’s attention was divided. Today, there was nobody else to distract her.
2. He had tossed his backpack besides him, instead of having it on his lap to hide his boner.
3. She saw it as a tent formed in his pants and his pant rose dramatically in front of her eyes.

She paused her cleaning and stared for a few moments as the bulge in his pants grew and kept growing under her stare.

Then her eyes rose to his. He expected anger, he expected her to cover up, he expected to be thrown out and he expected her to tell her husband and maybe his welcome at his best friend’s place would come to an end. But none of that happened.

As their eyes met, Anmol gulped, embarrassed. Asmita merely smiled knowingly and continued cleaning the table.

She made no attempt to cover her breasts and if anything, seemed to bend forward even more. He stared as she put on a show for the next five minutes or so.

“Excuse me Mom,” Anmol said when she finally straightened up, got off the couch and headed off to the guest room, which was his room whenever he was visiting them.

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He closed the bedroom door behind him and immediately unzipped his pants, releasing his raging boner.

As he started stroking his hardness, Anmol headed to the bedside table and grabbed a few tissues with his free hand to collect his load when he eventually ejaculated.

As he settled on the bed stroking himself, he closed his eyes and revisited the recent memory of Asmita’s almost naked breasts.

When he opened his eyes a few minutes later, he got the shock of his life. Asmita stood at the bedroom door, which she had silently opened and was watching him stroke himself. As Anmol froze, Asmita walked towards him seductively, a knowing smile on her face.

“It’s ok Anmol,” she said as she sat in front of him, “it’s natural at your age.”

“You’re not mad at me?” Anmol asked, his voice a croak.

“On the contrary,” she said slowly moving into the room and closing the door behind her.

Her hands went to the spaghetti strap of her flimsy dress and Anmol gulped as the dress came off her shoulders.

The dress moved lower and lower with every step she took towards him.

First her breasts were freed from the confines of the dress. His eyes went wide at her dark areola punctuated by hard perky nipples. He had imagined sagging boobs, but hers were surprisingly defying gravity.

As he watched the dress slipped down to her belly, then hips, then past her shaved pussy, before she let go and let it fall to the floor.

Stepping out of her dress, she took the last few steps to the bed, stark naked.

Anmol nearly came seeing his wildest fantasy come true as she sat naked next to him on the bed.

Touching the opening at head of his cock and collecting his precum on her finger, she said, “At my ripe age, it’s quite flattering to know that an 18-year-old finds me attractive.”

She licked her finger, tasting Anmol’s precum before taking his shaft in her hand and wrapping her lips around its head.

“God MOM!!!!” Anmol groaned watching his hardness disappear in her mouth.

She started stroking and sucking and within three minutes, Anmol grunted and erupted in her mouth.

He watched as her hands squeezed his cock to milk every last drop of his cum into her mouth. Once he had stopped cumming, she made a show of swallowing his load.

“Oh my God Mom,” he groaned.

He collapsed backwards on the bed, still not believing that his fantasy of so many years had just come true. “That was…” he started.

“Shhhh…” she said cutting him off, clearly not done with him yet. While Anmol stared, a stupid, grin of contentment plastered on his face, she got on top.

While continuing to stroke his now limp cock, she kissed him full on his lips. Tasting his cum mixed with her saliva was so erotic. Anmol was soon sucking on her tongue, when she slide it into his mouth.

She broke the kiss after a few minutes and sat up and started caressing her boobs while looking into his eyes filled with naked lust.

Anmol got off his back and moved her hands away, taking one of her tits in his mouth. She groaned with pleasure when he sucked hard. Letting go of her hands, he caressed and squeezed her free breast. She kept moaning as he sucked, licked and bit her tits and his fingers pinched the free nipple.

“Mom,” Anmol moaned into the tit he was sucking, “you are sexier than my wildest imagination.”

“So you have imagined this before today too?” she said surprised.

“For years Mom,” Anmol said, unable to lie to the woman who had made his wildest fantasy come true.

“My God, I had no idea,” she lied grabbing his hair and pushing his head into her breast.

She had noticed cum in her soiled panties many times — often just after Anmol had left the bathroom. That’s how she had discovered his crush on her and had decided to seduce him when her husband crossed the line she considered the last barrier.

While he suckled on her tits, she guided his hand between her legs. She was already dripping wet and she wanted him to know how much she wanted him

A moment later, she moaned as two of his fingers entered her pussy. Anmol was in heaven — finger-fucking his dream woman while also sucking on her heavenly tits and he couldn’t believe his luck.

A few minutes later, she guided his fingers to her clit and he started rubbing it while continuing to suck one nipple and then the other like a hungry baby.

When she was nice and ready, she pushed him back and lay him on his back.

Getting on top, sat on his face.

Grabbing her ass cheeks, he pulled her into him, sliding his tongue into her hole.

“Aaahhhh… beta… yesssss” Asmita groaned closing her eyes.

As he hungrily lapped up her flowing juices, Asmita started grinding her hips into his mouth, guiding his tongue and lips to where she wanted them.

While he was devouring her, she reached behind her. Grabbing his cock, she started stroking him.

For close to fifteen minutes, he ate her and she stroked him till he started going hard.

Turning around, she bent forward so she could suck him while he ate her.

For a further fifteen minutes they devoured each other and by now Anmol was fully hard again.

“Mom,” Anmol groaned into her pussy, “can I put it inside you?”

“Not without a condom beta,” she replied releasing his shaft from her mouth.

“I don’t have any Mom,” Anmol groaned, “but I want to feel myself inside you.”

“Well, do you promise to pull out before you are ready to cum?”

“Yes Mom,” Anmol said. He would have agreed to anything for a chance to fuck her, “I promise.”

“Ok then,” she said and got off his face. Guiding his shaft to her opening, she sat on his cock, letting him enter her.

Both of them groaned in pleasure as her pussy wrapped around his hardness and he slid further and further inside Asmita, filling her up.

Once he was all the way inside her, Asmita just sat on his cock, smiling at him.

“Like it beta?” he asked bending down and kissing him.

“Oh Mom,” he groaned between kisses, “you have no idea how good it feels to be in you.”

Smiling, she started grinding her hips and moving.

By now, her hair and body were soaked in sweat and she threw her head back, enjoying the sensation of Anmol’s 18 year old cock inside her.

It had been years since she had enjoyed someone so young, and soon she was riding him hard.

After about ten minutes of riding him, Asmita shook, tensed and screamed as her body was rocked by an orgasm.

Anmol kept thrusting his hips upwards and drilling her pussy through her orgasm, making it last two full minutes.

Once her orgasm had passed, Asmita rolled over and collapsed on the bed spent. His cock still in her, he rolled with her and was now on top of her.

“Wow beta,” she groaned caressing his face lovingly, “I needed that.”

Anmol found her orgasm an incredible turn on.

“And I need this Mom,” he said, and giving her no time to catch her breath, he started pounding her hard and deep.

“Aaahhh yesss beta… harder,” she encouraged him as he drilled her with all he had.

Bending forward, he kissed her passionately as his cock hammered in and out of her.

After ten more minutes of intense fucking, he felt his cock start to throb.

“I am about to cum Mom,” he groaned and started to pull out of her.

“No…” she said grabbing his ass and pulling him back into her, “wait for me… just a little longer… I am about to cum too beta.”

When Asmita’s second orgasm hit and her pussy muscles clenched his shaft, he went over the edge

“Aaaah yes Mom….” he screamed as he stiffened erupted deep inside Asmita’s pussy.

“No…” she protested, but wasn’t able to push him off her as her own body was shaking with her orgasm.

He kept pounding her till he was completely spent inside her, before rolling over and collapsing next to her.

For a couple minutes, neither of them said anything, breathing heavily and trying to catch their breath.

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“You promised to pull out,” Asmita said finally between gasps.

“I tried to,” he replied, “but you didn’t let me… and when your orgasm hit, I just came, I am sorry.”

“It’s ok,” she said patting his arm, still panting. “Enjoyed it?”

“Oh my God, Mom” Anmol replied, finally pulling out of her and rolling over on his back, gasping for breath, “it was incredible. Better than my wildest fantasies.”

Asmita smiled, “glad you weren’t disappointed by this old woman.”

“No way,” he said, “you are incredible.”

“Better than your girlfriend?”

“I’ve never had a girlfriend Mom.”

“What?” Asmita said surprised, “I am your first?” Anmol nodded.

“Thank you Mom,” Anmol said after an awkward pause.

“Thank you for?”

“Everything…” he said, “for not being upset when I was turned on and… for this.”

“You’re welcome beta,” she replied.

“But why?” Anmol couldn’t help asking, “why weren’t you mad at me?”

“I was mad at your uncle today actually. This is what he gets for screwing around on me pretending he is going on a business trip — on my birthday at that.”

“Oh!” Anmol said shocked, “so it was just revenge? It wasn’t good for you?”

“No beta,” she said, turning around and kissing him, “it started as revenge, but you are damn good — especially for a first timer. I came twice… or didn’t you notice?”

“Really?” Anmol said between kisses, “you really enjoyed it?”

“Yes beta… But you have a lot to learn,” she said playfully.

“Happy birthday Mom,” he said.

“Thank you beta,” she said sliding a couple fingers in her pussy, collecting his cum on them and licking it off her fingers, “for the best birthday gift ever.”

“Teach me more Mom,” Anmol said finally after she had licked his cum completely off her fingers.

“Aren’t you satisfied yet greedy young man?” she said laughing.

“Please Mom,” he begged, “how can I ever be satisfied with just once with you?”

“Good answer,” she said slapping his arm playfully, “ok I will teach you, but you have to promise to pull out next time ok?”

When Anmol promised, she added, “so what did you enjoy most?”

“To be honest,” Anmol said, “when you had the orgasm, the way you clenched me and made me cum and the feeling of erupting inside you.”

Asmita rolled her eyes, “obviously,” she said, “what man doesn’t like creaming a pussy huh? What else?”

“My next favorite was the taste of your wetness.”

“Good answer,” Asmita said.

“No really,” Anmol replied, “that’s what I enjoyed most.”

“If you really enjoyed eating my pussy, then you will make some girl very happy some day.”

“If you tell me what you liked most… if you really enjoyed it that is.”

“I did… honest beta,” she said kissing him, “I loved how you ate my pussy and didn’t get revolted when I came in your mouth. Any girl would like that.”

“And next?”

“Honestly,” she said and paused, wondering if it she should tell her about her own relationship with her husband, “Dad and I haven’t done it in years. have longed for the feel of hot cum inside me.”

“Then why ask me to pull out?”

“I am still fertile beta,” she said smiling at him, “and can’t risk a pregnancy at this age.”

“Oh,” was all he could manage in reply.

After a while he added, ” If you really liked me eating your pussy, I could make you happy again now.”

“You want to eat me again?”

In reply, Anmol started kissing her body, from her mouth, to her neck to her boobs… further and further down her body till he reached between her legs.

Following her suggestion, he entered her with two fingers and started sucking on her pussy lips and clit with his mouth.

“Ummmm,” Asmita moaned, thrusting her hips upwards in rhythm with his fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she groaned as he ate and finger-fucked her. Within minutes, she felt herself approach an orgasm.

“Don’t stop, beta, don’t stop,” she kept mumbling, her eyes clamped shut and her hand pushing his head into her pussy.

“Oh God, I am cumming,” she finally screamed and erupted into a violent squirting orgasm.

Anmol lapped her squirts right out of her pussy, devouring her nectar right out of her.

Just as her orgasm was about to subside, she was hit by another one and then by yet another one.

Anmol kept drinking her squirts right out of her pussy throughout each of her orgasms making them last.

“You are so delicious Mom,” he said when she finally collapsed panting on the bed, her naked body drenched in sweat, “I could eat you all day.”

“What?” she laughed, “you don’t want to fuck your ‘Mom’?”

“I do,” he said grinning, “but cum in my mouth just one more time Mom, that was just incredible.”

“You spoiled brat,” she said guiding his mouth back to her pussy.

One more time became two, then three as he ate her pussy through three back to back squirting orgasms that lasted almost five minutes.

He kept drinking her honey all the while and she kept erupting over and over, feeding him her cum.

“Stop,” she moaned finally, “I can’t take that anymore. I want you inside me, but don’t forget to pull out.”

Anmol fucked her for over an hour. She showed him various positions from missionary to spooning to doggy style to cowgirl.

When he came in her pussy instead of pulling out, he had already her fucked her to three more orgasms and she did not even protest.

Even after he was spent, he kept drilling her till he was hard again and creamed her pussy for a third time before they both fell asleep totally spent.

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“Want to take a swim with me?” she asked waking him up a few hours later.

Skinny dipping in the swimming pool, they were soon exploring each others’ naked bodies. She stroked him and sucked him under water till he was hard again.

He went under water to eat her pussy, take breaks only to surface for air. When both of them were completely aroused, he entered her. At times, as they fucked hard, they were both completely under water.

After nearly half an hour of pounding her in the pool, Anmol creamed Asmita’s pussy for a fourth time that day.

“You know,” Asmita said between kisses in the pool, “not many men can do it more than twice in a day.”

“Really?”

“Some girl is going to be really lucky some day.”

“Can I ask you something personal Mom?” Anmol said.

“Sure,”

“Am I the first after uncle?”

Asmita laughed at the question, “no beta,” she said finally, kissing him, “there have been others, before and after him. I’ve had to do things I am not proud of.”

“More than one at a time?” Anmol asked.

“Where is this coming from,” she asked breaking the kiss and moving away.

“I first started fantasizing about you when I heard rumors…” he started saying.

“Oh,” Asmita cut him off, “so you know?”

“About the time with the models?” Anmol said, “yes, those were the rumors I had heard.”

Asmita went silent for a while, her mind weighing the pros and cons of coming clean, “yes it’s true,” she said finally.

“Oh my God,” Anmol said, and added without thinking, “I have fantasized about a gangbang with you for so many years.”

“What!?!” Asmita said shocked. “I am too old for all that now.”

“No Mom, you are not,” Anmol protested pulling her back to him and kissing her while her hands cupped her naked ass cheeks under the water, guiding her to his erection. “You can still make a guy cum six times.”

“Six?”

“Yes,” he said entering her “once in your mouth and I intend to cum for the fifth time inside your pussy”.

His shaft inside her, he carried her out of the water and back to bed where he creamed her pussy again after fucking her through three more orgasms.

“Wow!” she said gasping when he rolled over next to her.

“Liked it?”

“My best fuck ever!” she said finally kissing him.

“Then please agree to a gangbang Mom.” Anmol said taking his chance again.

“You know beta, a gangbang requires more than one guy.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Anmol said perking up, “all my friends think you are the hottest woman ever and would love to be a part of the gangbang.

“Really?” she said, feeling flattered inwardly, “tell you what… if you can do it a seventh time and then keep it up for a year, I will gift you a gangbang for our anniversary.”

“Thank you mom,” he said starting to go hard at just the though of a gangbang with Asmita.

He ended up creaming her pussy two more times before the night was up… a record he hasn’t been able to break to this day.

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To her credit, Asmita hasn’t backed out of the deal. Today is the anniversary of Anmol’s wildest dreams coming true.

He and fifteen of his friends are headed to Asmita’s place. He had told her ‘a few’ of his friends would be coming over, but hadn’t told her the number, because he didn’t want her disappointed if a few didn’t turn up.

Her son is in Goa for the weekend with his girlfriend and her husband is out on another of his business trips. They are all excited about spending the weekend repeatedly fucking the hottest MILF they have known.

Asmita also is excited about reliving her wildest moments when five guys had taken her again and again for two straight days, exactly nine months before her son was born. She is expecting 2-3 of Anmol’s friends to show up with him any moment and is looking forward to having fun with them all day and all night.

She has no idea though that she is about to have every single hole of hers stuffed and creamed — sometimes at the same time — not by five men, but sixteen horny 18 year olds.

It is going to be a wild weekend for sure.

THE END

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