Tuition

I returned to the house the following evening, this time in a sheer maroon saree that clung to my body like a second skin. The blouse was almost transparent, my heavy padded 44D breasts clearly outlined with dark lacy edges visible underneath. The pallu barely covered anything, and my makeup was sultry—deep red lips, heavy eyeliner, and the nose ring that Sunita aunty had stared at so hungrily last time. My cock was already straining against the thin thong as I knocked on the door.
Sunita aunty opened it herself. Priya was apparently out for some college work. The mother stood there in a simple cotton nightie that did little to hide her voluptuous figure—full hips, soft belly, and those heavy 36DD breasts hanging freely, nipples poking through the thin fabric.
“Come in, Rani didi,” she said softly, her voice huskier than before. She locked the door behind me and didn’t bother calling for Priya.
We sat in the living room instead of the study. She poured me tea, but her hands were trembling slightly. I noticed how she kept glancing at my cleavage, then at the bulge forming under my saree.
“Aunty, is everything okay?” I asked in my practiced feminine tone, though I let it slip deeper on purpose.
She bit her lip, then suddenly placed her hand on my thigh. “Last time… when you fucked both of us… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My husband has been away for years working in the Gulf. I’ve been so lonely. But it’s not just that.” She paused, breathing heavily. “I have desires I’ve never told anyone. Dirty ones.”
My cock twitched hard. I placed my hand over hers, guiding it higher under my saree until her fingers brushed my throbbing shaft through the thong.
“Tell me, Sunita aunty. I want to fulfill every hidden fantasy you have.”
She leaned closer, her massive soft tits pressing against my padded ones. In a whisper, she confessed: “I’ve always wanted to be dominated… used like a whore by someone who looks innocent on the outside. I fantasize about being fucked while dressed in my mangalsutra and sindoor, feeling guilty but unable to stop. I want my big breasts slapped, my pussy stretched, and… I want to taste a cock that has fucked my own daughter. I want to be your slutty mother-in-law.”
The words sent a rush through me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her into a rough kiss, shoving my tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned like a starving woman, grinding her body against mine.
I stood up and let the pallu drop completely. Sunita aunty fell to her knees instantly, yanking my saree up and pulling down the thong. My thick 7-inch cock slapped against her face. She looked up at me with pure lust, the married mother of two revealing her true self.
“Look at this dirty cock, aunty. It was inside your daughter yesterday.”
She groaned and took me deep into her throat in one go, gagging wetly as saliva dripped down her chin onto her nightie. I fucked her face hard, holding her head, my padded tits jiggling above her. She sucked like a pro, swirling her tongue, worshipping every vein.
I pulled her up, ripped open her nightie, and her heavy breasts spilled out. I slapped them hard, watching them bounce and turn red. Sunita aunty moaned louder. “Yes! Slap your aunty’s big tits! I deserve it for having such filthy thoughts.”
I bent her over the dining table, hiked up the nightie, and spanked her plump ass until it glowed pink. Her hairy pussy was soaking, juices running down her thighs. I rubbed my cockhead along her slit, teasing her.
“Beg for it, aunty. Tell me your hidden desires while I fuck you.”
“Please, Rani didi… fuck your aunty’s married pussy hard. I’ve dreamed of being taken by a strong man in a saree. Stretch me. Fill me with cum while I wear my mangalsutra.” She reached back and spread her ass cheeks.
I thrust in deep, bottoming out in her wet, velvety cunt. She cried out, pushing back against me. I fucked her with long, powerful strokes, my hips slapping against her soft ass. One hand reached around to maul her swinging tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. The other pulled her mangalsutra chain, using it like reins.
“You’re such a horny mother,” I growled in my full male voice. “Priya doesn’t know how much of a slut her mummy is.”
I pulled out and made her lie on the floor on her back. I straddled her chest, sliding my cock between her massive tits. She pressed them together obediently, creating a tight, warm tunnel. I tit-fucked her brutally, the head hitting her chin each time. She stuck out her tongue to lick it.
After a while, I moved down and entered her again in missionary, her legs wrapped around my waist. I fucked her slow and deep at first, grinding against her clit, then pounded harder. Her big tits bounced wildly. I buried my face in them, sucking hard, leaving dark hickeys all over her soft flesh.
“Fuck me like you fuck my daughter,” she panted. “Cum inside me. I want to feel it leaking out when Priya comes home.”
The taboo words pushed me over. I slammed into her faster, feeling her pussy clench as she came hard, squirting a little around my cock. I roared and emptied deep inside her, flooding her womb with thick ropes of cum.
We lay there panting. But Sunita aunty wasn’t done revealing her desires. After catching her breath, she whispered, “There’s more… I want you to make me watch you fuck Priya next time. I want to finger myself while you use her big tits and then clean your cock with my mouth afterwards. And… I want you to take me in the kitchen while I’m cooking, saree hiked up, risking getting caught by neighbors.”
I smiled, my cock already stirring again inside her cum-filled pussy. I pulled out and made her suck me clean, tasting our mixed juices.
From that day, Sunita aunty’s hidden desires became the center of our secret tuition sessions in Bhilai. She started wearing sexier sarees for me, no bra, her mangalsutra always visible as a symbol of her married sluttiness. Sometimes she’d confess more—fantasies of being shared with other men while I watched, or roleplaying as my submissive wife.
Priya returned later that evening and joined us. The three of us ended up in a sweaty pile on the bed—me alternating between mother and daughter, their four massive breasts pressed together as I fucked their cleavages one after another.
Sunita aunty had finally unleashed the repressed whore inside her, and I was more than happy to keep feeding it, one hard thrust at a time, all while dressed as the perfect neighborhood Rani didi.