Hi, this is your writer, Novawrite7. I am here writing my first story on this site. This story revolves around a forbidden relationship between a virgin guy and his hot stepmom.
“She means nothing to me, dad. Just get rid of that bitch,” shouted the first son of a wealthy business mogul Rohan.”She is not my mom either,” added Sharan, the second son.
The amount of despise the woman receives from this household is horrible to watch.
Her name is Anjali. She is a 30-year-old woman with eye-catching looks and well-endowed assets in the right corners of her body. In a few hours, she is about to marry Rajasekar, a multimillionaire in a private ceremony. His first wife had passed away.
It’s going to be a challenging life ahead for them as she is hated by her stepsons. With only a few hours left before the ceremony, she sits stranded in the bride’s room with a whole lot of makeovers.
*knock knock*
Anjali: Come in.
In came the third son of the family, soon to be her third stepson, Arun. He is probably the only stepson who would accept her as a mother. He adored her and was so excited to have her around the house. He believed that she could make the house a home.
Arun: Anjali amma, get ready.Why such a long face?
Anjali: Nothing to worry about, dear. I am experiencing cold feet. I don’t know whether I would make a good missis.
Arun: Don’t worry, Anjali. You are doing great. No one needs those two scumbags’ approval.
He stood behind her, both facing the mirror with his hands resting on her meaty shoulders. The uncontrollable sexual tension between these two was always skyrocketing off the ceiling. The only thing that kept their bodies apart was mainly their stepmom-stepson relationship.
She is still a virgin at 30. He, too, is a virgin at 19. Her eagerness to get her cherry popped and his shooting hormone levels must be making a pact between their bodies. They seem to be waiting for the right moment to get at each other’s bodies.
The moment may be right around the corner. The hands on her shoulders now seem to tighten the grip somewhat. She felt the pressure, and she grazed her cheeks on his forearm.
The woman had more chemistry with Arun than she had with Rajasekar. Raj was quite formal with her throughout the wedding process.
Anjali: I am afraid I am wasting my love on the wrong one. I am afraid that he would make me go crazy for him. I am sorry to say, but he is 55, son.
He made her stand before him, with his lips around her hairline. He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. With his gaze fixed on her, he moved down a bit and shockingly kissed her.
Anjali was shocked. She broke the kiss as it was about to get in the flow. She rushed to the door and shut it. She rushed back to him, raising her arm to slap him hard. He caught him in the process.
Arun: Mom! I need you, and I know you need me too. This is not some infatuation shit. I love you crazy.
Anjali: Shut up!
Biting her teeth, she was about to curse him. He overpowered her and grabbed her by the waist. Oops! He caught her off guard, as it seemed. They both know they are going for the forbidden fruit. With their foreheads touching, noses crossing, and lips brushing each other.
Anjali: take me, son. Make me yours.
Anjali had gone beast mode. She started unbuttoning his blazers while his tongue tangled with hers. He can no longer lean into her shorter frame. He lifted her a bit.
She entangled her legs around his thighs despite wearing the wedding saree. Both kissed such that their taste buds were no longer theirs. She gasped for a breath, unbuttoning and revealing his topless well-toned frame.
God, that guy had some chest muscles and decent abs.
Anjali: Look, who is popping out?
He threw her onto the mattress. She bounced. He climbed onto the bed, sniffing her from her toes to the top. The dress guarding her modesty is about to leave the conversation. He kissed her neck like a lion cutting through a gazel’s carotids. He even gave her a hickey.
He slowly unwrapped her saree, revealing her well-toned abs and well-endowed bosom. God had blessed her with the right amount of fat around the right place. 5’5″, 110lbs, lean waist, wide hips. The cherry on top of her 36c breast, followed by the numbers 26-38, made him drool like a rabid dog.
Her golden-tinged blouse holding onto her boobs was pointed, making her look stunning. He shifted to her abs, kissing her tummy like a baby. He was exploring her navel while stroking the sides of her waist with his minimal nails.
He knew that drives a woman crazy. She moaned like crazy, spitting all kinds of crazy sounds. He kept eating out her flesh. She muttered, “Enough foreplay, da.”
He untied her petticoat and blouse with his teeth. He wanted her slow and sensual. While they were going at each other, the entire wedding audience outside thought Anjali was getting ready. She lay like a goddess carved in those old-age monolith stones, flawless.
Arun: Too bad you are getting married to an old man.
Anjali: Too old to even suspect her debauchery.
Both smirked. She started her quota of kisses on his bare chest and abs. She made sure he was drenched in her saliva. She unzipped his pants. She got the first glimpse of his magic wand. It was filthy thick with a good red cherry-like head.
She has never been so tempted by a man as she is now. She had to kiss it. It would be an injustice to her lust. She started to blow him like a crazy bitch. She started and struggled at first. He slowly guided his doing along her mouth walls until she picked the rhythm.
She slowly blew him like a sensual demon. Now he started unhooking her bra to reveal those majestic boobs. He said, “Enough dick,” and lay on top of her to explore the nook and corner of that mountain of the specimens. He sent shivers down her spine whenever he touched, nibbled, bit, and kissed her nipples.
Anjali started to moan like crazy. She had never experienced anything this high in her life. She muttered as if she was in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders as he cuffed both hands above her head, making her immobile. All the while grinding his dick on her wrapped pussy.
His dick touched her clit every time, making her shiver each time. She wanted to rub her pussy so badly. Too bad she has her hand held tightly.
Stay tuned.
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