This is a hot and intense real story of my colleague except I just exaggerated a bit. He is older than me. Every name and character were real and above 19. There are more vulgarities and extreme erotic moments in this story. This story revolves only around these three characters.
Son-in-law – Narayan (in short Nar)
Wife – Sai Keerthana
Mother-in-law – Shyamala
‘Chap’, a tight slap on Nar’s slave wife, while Keerthana in fours struggles to take his manhood inside her juicy pussy. Nar roared after hitting on her back with his belt.
Nar: The ugly soul of shit (‘Chap’, one more slap on Keerthana’s face). You should tell me before your Mom is coming to our home.
He knows that his wife’s parents gifted his house as a dowry. Keerthana (with a crying eye): it was a quick decision for my Mom, as she is here to check her health in the hospital.
“Thu,” he spat on his wife on her back while pulling her throat towards her, draping his belt around her neck, and pinching the fat to her stomach.
Nar: Then I will tell your Mom that I applied for our divorce. Then that bitch finds another bastard like me and marries you. In the end, he will also divorce you anyway.
Keerthank cried a lot, not because of the physical pain her husband was putting on her while fucking her, thinking of a village slave. But because of the mental torture that she can not handle due to her husband. She regretted marrying him for the past two years. Her parents told her he was not the perfect guy for her.
The only biggest fear of her life is her divorce, which is making her shiver more. If it ever happens, then that would be a very big prestige issue for their parents. Her parents would go to any extent to stop this, and she does so. Nar left his bitch after cleaning his remaining cum to her hair.
“Thu,” he spat one last time on his wife and went to the office. Keerthana cried a lot, took a bath again prayed to god. He went early to the office so that she could pick up her mother early.
Nar just came out of the office desperately looking for a cigarette after a fight with his Muslim girlfriend. He went straight to a pan shop and asked for a smoke. He looked at the cigarette-selling bitch’s breast through her saree on her side, as most Indian woman does.
He remembered all the big-boob women in his life. Suddenly, he remembered his wife’s Mom. For Nar, his wife is a slave. They met in the office, fell in love, and got married. He never cared about her. Nar is from Telangana, and Keerthana is from Andhra Pradesh.
Any person in the world wants a wife like Keerthana, as she is too conventional and pretty as af. Everything is extreme for Nar, be it work, be it smoking, be it drinking alcohol. He works a lot and drinks daily.
Poor Keerthana thought she would change him after the marriage. Now she is living a life of a whore in her own house. As Nar is too smart he got a new job in a very big company.
After he left the company, she greatly missed him and convinced him about their marriage. Nar is a person who finds pleasure in an older woman who has large fat with a white tone colour. He then took his mobile and applied for leave for the coming week. He desperately needed a divorce.
Nar went to a bar near his home and got drunk. He came home late at night and pressed the doorbell. It was not even ten seconds, so he kept pressing the bell twenty more times. Keerthana got up and went to the door and saw her mother opening it. Shyamala opened the door and greeted him.
Shyamala (to Nar): namaste!
Nar (to Shyamala): Where is your daughter? Is she sleeping with someone?
Shaymala went back, stunned by what she had heard. Keerthana started crying because of her husband’s disgusting behaviour toward her mother. Shyamala thought they might fight.
Shyamala: No, she slept as she was tired. Is there something going on between you two?
Nar: That’s none of your business.
Shyamala felt a vomit sensation as she never spoke to a drunkard. She closed her nose unwillingly and stood aside. Nar saw her breast, which Shyamala observed. She felt disgusted as Nar walked past her. Shyamala looked at her daughter’s room.
Keerthana was standing there crying. She felt Nar’s shoes sound as he walked without removing a bomb in their daughter’s life. Nar looked at helps Keerthana. He felt joyful as his wife cried. He hugged her tight, smelled her body, and kissed her lips after tasting the droplets on her cheek from her eyes.
He pushed her to the door and placed his left hand in her hair on her neck. He pulled his bitch towards him while his right hand kept pressing her helpless boobs. Shyamala felt a dramatic urge of pain in her heart. Her daughter was used like a toy in front of her.
She saw her daughter going inside forcedly and heard the sound of closing the door. She left from there, closing the main door, and went to the other room to sleep. But as a mother, she can not sleep well without finding out what happened between them.
She went to their daughter’s room and started hearing what was going on. She felt a cigarette smell. She remembered her daughter’s words years back as he quit smoking. She heard loud noises from the room. And belt sounds, which are getting heavier and heavier.
At last, she heard her son-in-law’s voice, “Clean it, you damm cunt.” Her son-in-law opened the door and saw her. Shyamala was surprised as she saw a naked Nar in the side. And he threw Keerthana onto her.
What surprised her was that she saw her daughter naked after many years, with bruises. Nar lit a cigarette in front of his mother-in-law and saw his wife.
Nar (to Keerthana): Sleep with your Mom like that.
Keerthana cried a lot and hugged her mother helplessly. Her mother did the same to her. Nar closed the door, went in and slept. Keerthana took a bath, put on some clothes, and explained everything to her Mom after asking quite a few times.
She told about a Muslim girl named Afreen and their affair. That Nar is asking for a divorce. The sound of divorce shook Shyamala.
Shyamala: What the fuck?
Keerthana stood silent, just cried, and slept like that. On the other hand, Shyamalan didn’t sleep due to her daughter’s helplessness. It was morning at 11 a.m., and Nar didn’t go to the office. Keerthana somehow didn’t want to be at home, so she just went.
Shyamala prepared food for her son-in-law and went to the hospital. She came at 3 p.m. and was starving. She freshened up and went to eat, but her son-in-law didn’t touch the food. She just prayed for them and started eating.
She is about to finish her last rice which is mixed with cure. Nar comes to the dining table naked. Shyamala was frozen. She put her head down when her son-in-law looked at her. Nar sat on the chair and looked at the MILF bitch. And ordered
Nar: Serve me!
Clueless, Shyamala thought for a bit and went to the drunkard to serve. She stood there and saw his numb dick.
Nar: Did you tell your husband that we are about to get divorced?
Shyamala felt the pride and prestige of their family and wondered what her relatives would think of their daughter. She also thought about her husband’s heart problem.
Shyamala: No!
Nar looked at her heavy breast from the side through her saree. Shyamala adjusted it.
Nar: Why didn’t you tell?
Shyamala: Can I ask you why you are up to such a decision?
Nar: I got bored of her.
Shyamala wanted to slap him then and there. But she knows he will slap her back or screw her daughter. Shyamala saw him looking at her body again. She looked at his cock, which was slowly rising.
Nar: whatever you do, I am going to get rid of her anyway.
Shyamala cried inside and told
Shyamala: Please do not do such things to my daughter. She is innocent.
Nar: I don’t care.
Shaymala: Please tell me what to do in order not to take divorce.
Nar was convinced, he was going to get rid of his slave wife anyway. But he is very good at utilizing the opportunities. He always wanted to fuck Shyamala since Keerthana showed her mother a photo before even they got married.
Nar: Really?
Shyamala: Yes, tell me how much money you want or any property.
Nar: Sit down and massage my knees.
Shyamala wants to kill the bastard now. But what can she do?
Nar (loudly): Do it.
She thought for a long time and remembered her family’s prestige. She could not do anything, and Nar knew this very well. She sat down there like a slave, just like her daughter. Nar placed his right leg on her thighs. She gently massaged his right leg with her soft hands.
Nar likes it very much, the animal in him getting aroused now. He turned a little and placed his left leg on her right shoulder. Shyamala died at that time. No man in the world behaved like that to her in her life. Except for her bastard son-in-law.
Nar: you’re doing great. Go ahead.
Shyamala had tears in her eyes. No one but her husband touched her like that. Now, his daughter’s husband behaving like this killed her a lot from the inside. Nar understood her feelings, but he loved it a lot.
The craziness of fucking someone’s wife and someone older, mainly a taboo, gave him immense self-satisfaction. He took his legs and placed them on her sides to the ground. Nar looked at her passionately and said.
Nar: open your clothes. I will not give any divorce.
Shyamala was not doing anything, but she liked the thought of cancelling the divorce.
Nar bent a little side towards her and pinched her side belly fat hard, for which she moaned, “Aah.”
Nar: Vippave lanjaa. (means, “Tear it your self slave bitch”, in telugu).
No one ever called her like that, not even her husband. She completely understood that her son-in-law was dominating her.
Nar looked at her and realized she was ready to submit herself.
Nar: I like it.
He placed his hands on her cheek and told her.
Nar: See how these cheeks are gonna turn red. I am gonna needle your nipples. I am going to burn your ass cheeks with my cigarette. I will make sure your body pains are as hard as I did to your daughter.
Nar bent down, grabbed her by the hair tightly, and pulled her head towards him holding her neck tight and kissing the MILF bitch roughly.
Nar: I think these lips tasted only one person, that to your husband. You will go to hell as you are sleeping with someone else other than your husband.
He took his cigarette and lit it. Saw the helpless bitch on the floor.
Nar: And that hell is my bedroom.
And got hold of her pallu and threw it in the other direction, revealing her large breast, which aroused him a lot. Nar bought his cigarette near her cleavage. And put the ash in her cleavage and used it as an ashtray.
To be continued. Mail what you feel to the sunny06110000@gmail.com.
Son-in-law – Narayan (in short Nar)
Wife – Sai Keerthana
Mother-in-law – Shyamala
‘Chap’, a tight slap on Nar’s slave wife, while Keerthana in fours struggles to take his manhood inside her juicy pussy. Nar roared after hitting on her back with his belt.
Nar: The ugly soul of shit (‘Chap’, one more slap on Keerthana’s face). You should tell me before your Mom is coming to our home.
He knows that his wife’s parents gifted his house as a dowry. Keerthana (with a crying eye): it was a quick decision for my Mom, as she is here to check her health in the hospital.
“Thu,” he spat on his wife on her back while pulling her throat towards her, draping his belt around her neck, and pinching the fat to her stomach.
Nar: Then I will tell your Mom that I applied for our divorce. Then that bitch finds another bastard like me and marries you. In the end, he will also divorce you anyway.
Keerthank cried a lot, not because of the physical pain her husband was putting on her while fucking her, thinking of a village slave. But because of the mental torture that she can not handle due to her husband. She regretted marrying him for the past two years. Her parents told her he was not the perfect guy for her.
The only biggest fear of her life is her divorce, which is making her shiver more. If it ever happens, then that would be a very big prestige issue for their parents. Her parents would go to any extent to stop this, and she does so. Nar left his bitch after cleaning his remaining cum to her hair.
“Thu,” he spat one last time on his wife and went to the office. Keerthana cried a lot, took a bath again prayed to god. He went early to the office so that she could pick up her mother early.
Nar just came out of the office desperately looking for a cigarette after a fight with his Muslim girlfriend. He went straight to a pan shop and asked for a smoke. He looked at the cigarette-selling bitch’s breast through her saree on her side, as most Indian woman does.
He remembered all the big-boob women in his life. Suddenly, he remembered his wife’s Mom. For Nar, his wife is a slave. They met in the office, fell in love, and got married. He never cared about her. Nar is from Telangana, and Keerthana is from Andhra Pradesh.
Any person in the world wants a wife like Keerthana, as she is too conventional and pretty as af. Everything is extreme for Nar, be it work, be it smoking, be it drinking alcohol. He works a lot and drinks daily.
Poor Keerthana thought she would change him after the marriage. Now she is living a life of a whore in her own house. As Nar is too smart he got a new job in a very big company.
After he left the company, she greatly missed him and convinced him about their marriage. Nar is a person who finds pleasure in an older woman who has large fat with a white tone colour. He then took his mobile and applied for leave for the coming week. He desperately needed a divorce.
Nar went to a bar near his home and got drunk. He came home late at night and pressed the doorbell. It was not even ten seconds, so he kept pressing the bell twenty more times. Keerthana got up and went to the door and saw her mother opening it. Shyamala opened the door and greeted him.
Shyamala (to Nar): namaste!
Nar (to Shyamala): Where is your daughter? Is she sleeping with someone?
Shaymala went back, stunned by what she had heard. Keerthana started crying because of her husband’s disgusting behaviour toward her mother. Shyamala thought they might fight.
Shyamala: No, she slept as she was tired. Is there something going on between you two?
Nar: That’s none of your business.
Shyamala felt a vomit sensation as she never spoke to a drunkard. She closed her nose unwillingly and stood aside. Nar saw her breast, which Shyamala observed. She felt disgusted as Nar walked past her. Shyamala looked at her daughter’s room.
Keerthana was standing there crying. She felt Nar’s shoes sound as he walked without removing a bomb in their daughter’s life. Nar looked at helps Keerthana. He felt joyful as his wife cried. He hugged her tight, smelled her body, and kissed her lips after tasting the droplets on her cheek from her eyes.
He pushed her to the door and placed his left hand in her hair on her neck. He pulled his bitch towards him while his right hand kept pressing her helpless boobs. Shyamala felt a dramatic urge of pain in her heart. Her daughter was used like a toy in front of her.
She saw her daughter going inside forcedly and heard the sound of closing the door. She left from there, closing the main door, and went to the other room to sleep. But as a mother, she can not sleep well without finding out what happened between them.
She went to their daughter’s room and started hearing what was going on. She felt a cigarette smell. She remembered her daughter’s words years back as he quit smoking. She heard loud noises from the room. And belt sounds, which are getting heavier and heavier.
At last, she heard her son-in-law’s voice, “Clean it, you damm cunt.” Her son-in-law opened the door and saw her. Shyamala was surprised as she saw a naked Nar in the side. And he threw Keerthana onto her.
What surprised her was that she saw her daughter naked after many years, with bruises. Nar lit a cigarette in front of his mother-in-law and saw his wife.
Nar (to Keerthana): Sleep with your Mom like that.
Keerthana cried a lot and hugged her mother helplessly. Her mother did the same to her. Nar closed the door, went in and slept. Keerthana took a bath, put on some clothes, and explained everything to her Mom after asking quite a few times.
She told about a Muslim girl named Afreen and their affair. That Nar is asking for a divorce. The sound of divorce shook Shyamala.
Shyamala: What the fuck?
Keerthana stood silent, just cried, and slept like that. On the other hand, Shyamalan didn’t sleep due to her daughter’s helplessness. It was morning at 11 a.m., and Nar didn’t go to the office. Keerthana somehow didn’t want to be at home, so she just went.
Shyamala prepared food for her son-in-law and went to the hospital. She came at 3 p.m. and was starving. She freshened up and went to eat, but her son-in-law didn’t touch the food. She just prayed for them and started eating.
She is about to finish her last rice which is mixed with cure. Nar comes to the dining table naked. Shyamala was frozen. She put her head down when her son-in-law looked at her. Nar sat on the chair and looked at the MILF bitch. And ordered
Nar: Serve me!
Clueless, Shyamala thought for a bit and went to the drunkard to serve. She stood there and saw his numb dick.
Nar: Did you tell your husband that we are about to get divorced?
Shyamala felt the pride and prestige of their family and wondered what her relatives would think of their daughter. She also thought about her husband’s heart problem.
Shyamala: No!
Nar looked at her heavy breast from the side through her saree. Shyamala adjusted it.
Nar: Why didn’t you tell?
Shyamala: Can I ask you why you are up to such a decision?
Nar: I got bored of her.
Shyamala wanted to slap him then and there. But she knows he will slap her back or screw her daughter. Shyamala saw him looking at her body again. She looked at his cock, which was slowly rising.
Nar: whatever you do, I am going to get rid of her anyway.
Shyamala cried inside and told
Shyamala: Please do not do such things to my daughter. She is innocent.
Nar: I don’t care.
Shaymala: Please tell me what to do in order not to take divorce.
Nar was convinced, he was going to get rid of his slave wife anyway. But he is very good at utilizing the opportunities. He always wanted to fuck Shyamala since Keerthana showed her mother a photo before even they got married.
Nar: Really?
Shyamala: Yes, tell me how much money you want or any property.
Nar: Sit down and massage my knees.
Shyamala wants to kill the bastard now. But what can she do?
Nar (loudly): Do it.
She thought for a long time and remembered her family’s prestige. She could not do anything, and Nar knew this very well. She sat down there like a slave, just like her daughter. Nar placed his right leg on her thighs. She gently massaged his right leg with her soft hands.
Nar likes it very much, the animal in him getting aroused now. He turned a little and placed his left leg on her right shoulder. Shyamala died at that time. No man in the world behaved like that to her in her life. Except for her bastard son-in-law.
Nar: you’re doing great. Go ahead.
Shyamala had tears in her eyes. No one but her husband touched her like that. Now, his daughter’s husband behaving like this killed her a lot from the inside. Nar understood her feelings, but he loved it a lot.
The craziness of fucking someone’s wife and someone older, mainly a taboo, gave him immense self-satisfaction. He took his legs and placed them on her sides to the ground. Nar looked at her passionately and said.
Nar: open your clothes. I will not give any divorce.
Shyamala was not doing anything, but she liked the thought of cancelling the divorce.
Nar bent a little side towards her and pinched her side belly fat hard, for which she moaned, “Aah.”
Nar: Vippave lanjaa. (means, “Tear it your self slave bitch”, in telugu).
No one ever called her like that, not even her husband. She completely understood that her son-in-law was dominating her.
Nar looked at her and realized she was ready to submit herself.
Nar: I like it.
He placed his hands on her cheek and told her.
Nar: See how these cheeks are gonna turn red. I am gonna needle your nipples. I am going to burn your ass cheeks with my cigarette. I will make sure your body pains are as hard as I did to your daughter.
Nar bent down, grabbed her by the hair tightly, and pulled her head towards him holding her neck tight and kissing the MILF bitch roughly.
Nar: I think these lips tasted only one person, that to your husband. You will go to hell as you are sleeping with someone else other than your husband.
He took his cigarette and lit it. Saw the helpless bitch on the floor.
Nar: And that hell is my bedroom.
And got hold of her pallu and threw it in the other direction, revealing her large breast, which aroused him a lot. Nar bought his cigarette near her cleavage. And put the ash in her cleavage and used it as an ashtray.
To be continued. Mail what you feel to the sunny06110000@gmail.com.
