Perfect Confessions

Chapter 1 

At the time of this incident, I was 19 years old and preparing for my board exams. I was born in a religious and pious family. My father was a senior administrator in the neighboring town's Municipal Corporation. My beautiful mother was SOSTI, and my father was Jibanlal. My mother was short in height, approx 5 foot 5 inches, but very well-proportioned, busty, had accumulated a little belly with growing age, and had abundant butts. Then she was 37. I will not say she was fatty or obese, but she was well-proportioned in terms of her age, height, and weight with a desirous body.  Her little belly fat only amplified her seduction. She was golden-yellow complexioned. She had beautiful long, dense, black hair which always covered her buttocks, adding a further glamorous look to her beauty. My father was in his mid-fifties. Even though he wasn't muscular or athletic, he maintained a healthy lifestyle. He loved to cook us amazing and mouth-watering recipes during holidays and weekends. We loved and cherished these little get-togethers. But as he progressed in age, he suffered from gout. This took a toll on my parents' marital life. He had to be on strict medication and this started to make mom nag at him. "Why don't you consult a proper urologist?" Why should we be on a diet because you can't have meat and eggs?" "I'm fed up with me doing all the household work. Why can't I have some time for myself?" Thus, with passing days, friendly fights became a part and parcel of our household. Though my mother was very truthful and faithful to my father, she was somehow unsatisfied with my father in her marital bed. She had even complained about her unsatisfactory sex life to a neighborhood auntie. They were very good friends and would chit-chat every now and then. Actually, my father got married at a very late age of 35, while my mother was bursting her youth at 19 years of age. In our community, an age gap of 10-12 years during the marriage was normal at that time. So my mother was not able to enjoy her womanhood to the full extent after she started parenting me. Also, she was also very demanding in terms of money and jewelry, and extremely shopaholic; something which my father found somewhat difficult to meet all the time.

My father belonged to very hardcore, religious, and family values and was prejudiced toward Muslims. My mother had raised me with liberal values just like the way she was raised. The town we resided in at that time was fairly populated with Muslims. I was getting educated in a modern convent school. Since my father worked as the town administrator of the neighboring town, and his job was very demanding, he was compelled to stay there. More so because of his gouty conditions. "It's a rich man's disease." My father would always tease mom whenever she would nag at him. My father only came during weekends to visit us. Then, my best friend was Khalid Ali Ansari. Even though he was a year junior to me, he gave me tuition in maths and science subjects. He was a brilliant student and a tech geek. Even in his 18 years of age, he was taller than me and my family members. Towering at 6-foot, he was athletic and had a fairly dark complexioned body. His father, Jamal Ali Ansari owned a bronze-copper pottery and handicrafts showroom. Hence they were fairly flamboyant. He also had good contacts in the political and administration arena. 

KHALID was a very pious Muslim and very polite to me and my mother. Though we were not that much rich compared to KHALID’s family, we were financially stable and well-maintained. We owned an old ancestral duplex house in the town, which was two-story. The ground floor had my bedroom, a study room, a kitchen, a dining room, and toilets. The first floor had two bedrooms, a balcony, and toilets. Being my best friend, KHALID often used to take me and my mother to nearby shopping plaza for marketing and we often enjoyed good get together and treats every day. KHALID was very fond of my father's cooking skills and always loved to accompany my mom on her shopping adventures. He was the one who decided which jewels, cosmetics, or dresses would fit in my mom's closet. Like I said before, dad was very busy with his job and health conditions, so mom preferred KHALID's company in her shopping exploits.

My mom loved to wear sleeveless and backless blouses with translucent saree which would flaunt her perfect tempting body. Sometimes I really found my best friend, KHALID’s activities in public places really suspicious and annoying. KHALID would often rub his black masculine Muslim hands on my mother’s golden yellow bare back as if he was teasing her in public like her boyfriend, he would take my mother by her side while strolling and rub her bare arms as if he was her companion. Also while in the lift systems, when it would be too crowded, he would stand behind my mother and poke his manhood on my mother’s buttocks. If my mother would try to adjust and manage herself in the heavy crowded lifts, he would even restrain her from behind by grabbing her shoulders and would press her back and bulky buttocks on his manhood even more. In response, my so-called liberal mother would chuckle mischievously and pinch KHALID’s hands as if she was his girlfriend. "Come on KHALID! It's okay to feel your auntie's body, but don't overdoo yourself, okay? It's wrong to take a woman for granted." She would sometimes say! Other times, she would poke him back, "I like it when you tease me like this. My husband never does this."  Sometimes, she would say, "You're very naughty KHALID! You do this so that you can get excited over it later. I'm not sure you could ever control yourself when your girlfriend stands naked in front of you." I thought that my mother was just trying to be good and just with my best friend, KHALID since she was receiving good company from him. but her naughty words always gave me a hardon. 

Since KHALID also happened to be my private tutor, he often spent nights in our house as I always required his help in my studies. Whenever KHALID met us, he always used to dress in a very cool, macho, and smart manner in kurta pajamas. With his huge athletic physique, he always felt very attractive and manly to my mother SOSTI. During summer days, he always threw his sweat-stained kurta onto my mother’s pile of dresses to be washed. Our home was his second home. So I used to neglect his audacities. He often used my mother’s saree or towel to wash off his sweat. I can still remember that my mother used to cut her lips with teeth, whenever she would meet KHALID’s athletic physique. She would always greet KHALID with her smile and handshakes. She always praised KHALID for possessing an athletic body and advised him to join the gym to get it properly toned. As if being tranced in a magic spell, KHALID joined the nearby club's gym and started to train on his body. One day I peeked into my mom deeply inhaling KHALID’s sweat-stained kurtas before washing them. I couldn't understand the reason for such behavior until I was trapped in the doldrums. 

While at home, my mother used to cook very delicious recipes, especially for KHALID, and invited him to dinner or lunch, and KHALID always praised her for being a very good housewife, mother, and excellent cook. KHALID often recited romantic poetries subtly praising my mother’s beauty. Sometimes at the dining table, he would go to the extent of cracking some adult jokes and would make my mother laugh out loud. All these incidents compelled me to think, was something cooking between my best friend KHALID Ali Ansari (the bull) and my faithful, pious, and liberal Mother (cow) SOSTI? I did not wait long for an answer. 

Actually, by that time KHALID had become a family member and he stayed with us most of the time. He slept in my study room, he guided me in my studies as I was preparing for my board exams, and he dinned, lunched, and had breakfast on frequent days with us. It was an unwritten rule in our house that whenever I and KHALID were in the study room no one used to disturb us. It was not always that we were engaged in studies. Since both of us were in our youthful age, we had some discussions regarding sex and girls. KHALID had accepted several times that he was aroused only by mature married ladies, MILFS. He sometimes brought with him some X-rated film DVDs which we played on my computer. Those were not the times of cheap internet, so magazines, CDs, and DVDs formed the large chunk of our adult X-rated movie collections. I had grown very fond of these magazines and films and would even pay KHALID to buy them. 

One night, I badly required KHALID’s help to complete my school project. KHALID did not help me with it. I folded my hands and pleaded to KHALID that I would do anything if he helped me with the school project. He agreed to help me and I was the topper in the class for the project. After this KHALID, demanded his present and I had to oblige as I had promised before. But what KHALID demanded completely shocked the ground under my feet. He asked for my mother’s photo, somewhat revealing photos, especially private photos. As he was stubborn with his demands and also warned me that he would not help me any farther in my studies during my board exams, so seeing, no other way, I decided to comply.

The next night, when my mother was in the kitchen washing the dinner plates after we had finished dinner, I sneaked into her bedroom and took the family vacation album, and handed it over to KHALID. It had pretty good image collections where mom flaunted her feminine assets in revealing dresses, such as a deep-V-cut blouse and salwar dress. We had already completed our dinner and I and KHALID locked ourselves in the study room. I have already mentioned that no one used to disturb us when we were in the study room; hence it was a golden opportunity for KHALID to frame the next phases of planning to nail my mother, SOSTI, on his Islamic cock. The way KHALID was turning the pages of the album it just seemed that he had grown addicted to my mother. His eyes were shining and his face glittered as he turned pages after pages of the album which contained my mother’s photo. He was sweating heavily in excitement, lust, and desire. He was rolling his tongue over his lips repeatedly. KHALID then fixed his eyes on one particular photo. He was gazing at it as if he was scanning the entire image in his brain. The photo was real sexy: my mother SOSTI Mukherjee was on my auntie’s wedding anniversary. She was wearing a translucent black silk saree, black sleeveless and backless blouse, the knot of her saree was below her big naval and her long hair was left untied to cover her shoulder. Damn!! She was looking like a sex goddess. Her cleavage was clearly visible. I had never seen my mother dress up like that even at parties recently. But what surprised and amazed me most was that KHALID was having a huge bulge in his crotch, something which I was not familiar with.

I asked KHALID about what he would do with my mother’s photo albums. But the fierce full gaze that he delivered to me; I had not experienced that violent look from anyone in my life. His jaws stiffened, his eyes reddened; and it seemed he was just going to kill me on my idiocies, naivety, and cuckold-ness. A cold wave flourished through my veins and a pin-drop silence followed in the study room. I decided not to disturb KHALID about what he was planning or thinking. I bid him good night and went to sleep in my bedroom. I was really confused why my best friend KHALID gazed at me in a violent and fierce full manner. I could not sleep that night. I decided to ask for an explanation about his violent attitude to me. Just when I entered the study room, I was shocked to see KHALID my best friend was all naked lying on the sofa. I was simply stupefied, baffled, and surprised to see the size of his manhood: a circumcised cock of around 9-inches in length and 4-inches in girth. It was all black-brown. The cock head was chocolate-colored and as big as the size of an egg. His black balls were as big as the size of a fully-grown orange. Was he on Viagra? Was he on steroids? How the hell on earth can a man have such a huge cock? It was not a cock; it was the third leg in between his two legs.

There on the sofa, KHALID was masturbating his huge circumcised fuck pole looking at the various pictures of my mother, SOSTI. If he would sometimes smell the pictures of my mother, then he would sometimes lick the other pictures of my mother in the album. He was saying dirty and ugly things – “OH SOSTI-RANI!! I want to fuck you!! Your horn-head Hindu husband can’t give you the pleasures of womanhood!! I am the man to fulfill all your desires!! I want to fuck you, you married bitch!! I will fuck you!!“ 

And after 10-15 minutes of a vigorous jerking-off session, he ejaculated his thick, dense, hot cum all over the album. His cum stained the album and the carpet on the floor. He shot for almost thirty to forty seconds continuously from his brown torpedo and what he ejaculated was enough to stain all my mother’s photos. I was shocked. I was afraid of what will happen if my mother ever found out cum stained photos of her in the album. KHALID on the other hand was so consumed by his masturbating episodes; he could not even sense that I was secretly watching all his acts. I was surprised and amazed to see the potency my friend had; even after ejaculating his cum, he was rock solid like a freshly hardened cock. He was respiring and sweating fast and the whole environment of the study room was totally erotic and insane. I was feeling dizzy and my head was spinning like a cartwheel. I left him in his condition and departed to my room.

I did not remember when I woke up the next morning. But I was really tense as soon as I woke up. I rushed to the study room. It was already 8:30 AM, and KHALID had already left. There were thick cum stain marks everywhere in the study room: on the sofa, on the carpet, on the table, on the pillows, and not to talk about my mother’s photo album, KHALID had deliberately deposited his thick, dense, and potent cum on all the photos of the album, and it was torn also. The smell of KHALID’s cum was so intense that it was very well scented in the entire room. I quickly opened the windows, so that fresh air can dissolve the thick cum scent of KHALID. I was in tears as to what I had done. I had no idea how to hide the mischief that I had committed. I left the room as it was and locked the room and kept the key with me. The maid-servant wanted to clean the room and my mother wanted an explanation why I rejected her proposal. But I did not have the courage, to tell the truth, I simply said to them there were notes and papers all over the room and it’s in a real mess and I would take care of that myself. I went to school, but could not concentrate on my studies. I bunked the second half and made myself lonely in the town park. I was thinking then, about what I was onto and how I could stop what was happening, and the consequences that were to be followed. I decided to put an end to the episode and do as my narrow-minded Hindu father thought about Muslims; they always had an eye on the ladies of other religions. I decided not to speak to KHALID any further and put an end to our friendly relationships.

CHAPTER 2

I turned my steps towards my house as it was getting dark. I was quite surprised that even in the dark evening the lights of our house were not on. I was somewhat terrified also. As I entered the house, I was shocked and horrified to find the door of my study room wide open. I sensed that my mother had used the master key to unlock my study room. There on the floor, I found my mother turning the pages of cum stained photo albums and deeply inhaling them. She was behaving like a cheap roadside slut. She was licking the dried cum from the photos. She was licking the table; the carpet where there were marks and stains of KHALID’s potent cum. She was fingering her cunt by lifting up her saree and moaned as she licked and licked KHALID’s cum stains from the floor; the carpet, the table, and the albums. I could not believe what I was seeing: My faithful mother, SOSTI fell brick by brick from her trustworthy image, just for the scent, smell, and taste of a Muslim stud. She was so consumed in her lust and desires that she forgot to turn on the lights of the house in the advancing dark evening and did not even notice that I was secretly watching her in her slutty AVATAR. I retarded to the hall and made heavy footsteps and loud noise while turning on the lights. I realized that my mother recovered her senses. She came out of my study room with a somewhat nervous look on her face. I acted to be innocent and naïve as if I had seen nothing. She enquired me about my day and why I was late. I lied to her and said that I was in the market with KHALID buying some books. As soon as my mother heard the name of KHALID, her eyes glittered and a jolt of joy covered her face. She enquired whether KHALID would be coming again and asserted that he was always a very good lad to her to give her company in her shopping expeditions as well as helping me out in my studies. I was stunned and baffled at the new look that she was turning to be an unfaithful wife brick by brick for KHALID’s cum scent. 

As I entered the study room I found that my mother had licked all the cum stain marks from the floor, carpet, sofa, and sofa pillows. I assumed that she might have licked her photo album off KHALID’s potent cum stain marks as well. I was in complete shock. That night my mother SOSTI Mukherjee was really suffering from fever. Actually, she was suffering from cough and cold for the past few days and on that night her condition worsened. As it was mid-week my father was out of town. I was alone with my sick mother. Also, it was raining heavily outside. I did not know what to do, or whom to call for aid. I phoned KHALID and made him aware of my problems. He rushed on to my help within minutes. He gave my mother certain herbal medicines that he had brought with him. And within the next one and half hours, my mother’s fever diminished. Though she was not fully aware of her senses, she somehow kissed KHALID’s hands and thanked him for his help and for taking care of her. KHALID again flirted back. He winked and sarcastically said, "Bigger boobs are good to feed a baby. Bigger cocks are good to make a baby. Coincidence!" I was shocked to find KHALID flirting so boldly in front of me with my mother. Actually, he was eyeing my mom's busty titties which were clearly visible from underneath her maxi dress. My mother’s face turned apple red in shame. She turned aside and hid her face in pillows. KHALID was laughing like a demon at my mother’s shamefulness and helplessness.

KHALID was teaching me that night and decided to spend that night at our home. That night, he gave me some tough problems and told me that he needed to check on my mother SOSTI because at the next stage he would need to apply some herbal ointment and massage her body. Since she was ill, I couldn't object and appreciated and thanked him for his help. He entered my mother's bedroom and after 15-20 minutes, I heard my mother scream. I thought to see the matter and moved into my mother's bedroom. As I was crossing the corridor I heard the sound of something shaking violently on my mother's bed. As I peeked through the curtains, I was completely spellbound to find my faithful and liberal mother SOSTI lying on her marital bed on all her four limbs, all naked like a cow, and KHALID, my best friend was fucking the hell out of her married tight pussy, like a bull breeding a cow. He was enormous in size, almost 9-inches of circumcised cock getting buried in my mom's fertile pussy. He was completely invading my Mother's pussy with his Sultaani dick from tip to roots. After my mother screamed at the first instance, KHALID suspected that my mother's tight little pussy would be unable to bear the enormous load of his manhood, so he held tightly my mother's mouth with his left hand and with his right hand he held my mother’s dense hair and neck and deposited the package on the bed. As he was thrusting his enormous potent Sultaani manhood in my mother's little pussy, the way my mother's body was reacting, I was sure he was stretching her pussy to limits.

KHALID was all the way inside of my mother SOSTI. In one single thrust, he was burying himself deep in my mother’s married cunt and filling her to capacity and in another, he was taking out his gigantic 9-inch kingly cock and thrusting it in again with all power that he had. The sounds of meat crashing against meat, the muffled groans, the vibrations rippling on my mom's buttocks as KHALID's cock plowed deep in her tight cunt, the way my BFF's cock creamed the very hole that gave birth to me was driving me insane. My mom's body was glistening with the herbal oil that KHALID applied all over her body, KHALID's body was glistening in the sweat that accumulated on his skin. I was sure my mother was feeling the pain of having a 9-inch potent Muslim manhood in her tight married pussy. Tears were flooding through her eyes and she was gasping and panting harder. But I was also sure that she soar the pleasures of seventh heaven with each and every blow and pounding she received from KHALID’s potent SULTANI dick. Seeing my mother enjoying her pleasures of womanhood with my best friend and Muslim stud KHALID, also gave me the hardest stiffening in my small 5-inch dick. 

With each and every pounding that KHALID gave into my Hindu mother’s cunt, she was feeling her cunt being dilated; she was feeling the areas in her pussy that she did not know ever existed, something which she had never experienced with her cuckold Husband, Jibanlal. My mother’s marital bed rocked and shook hard with each and every pounding from KHALID because FLAP, FLAP sound appeared as KHALID’s pelvis thrust with full force on my mother’s buttocks. It seemed to me that KHALID might break the bed along with my mother’s cunt. KHALID was bouncing on my mother’s little tight married pussy up and down by his massive cock. The feeling of being rammed was so incredible to my mother that she already had 3-4 orgasms. And after that, she fainted from the pleasures of her erotica and ecstasy.

KHALID sensing that he had run a married lady and mother of his best Hindu friend senseless on her own marital bed, removed his hands from my mother’s mouth and balanced himself on the bed to shove his mammoth cock in my mother’s cunt furiously and violently. I watched his thick, long, and potent shaft glisten as it bathed in my mother’s cum juices. My mother was just moaning and groaning as she felt her new hunk and bull master KHALID, fucking her brains out. She lay there on all fours, opening her legs for her son's best friend. His thick dick going in balls deep inside her pussy making her moan and groan with every thrust.

KHALID fucked the hell out of my mother's pussy relentlessly for about 10-15 odd minutes and then deposited his potent seed in my mother's fertile womb. Thick shots of dense, hot, and potent cum flooded my mother’s womb and cunt. My mother felt KHALID’s hot cum spurt into her cunt. Jet after jet of the hot liquid seemed to hit her cervix and another mini orgasm shook her body milking KHALID’s long, thick and potent Muslim shaft, for all he was worth. KHALID’s potent thick and dense cum overflowed from my mother’s pussy and stained the bed sheet. I was shivering in excitement, panic, shock, and suddenness of the entire situation. I saw my mother was shivering as well but in pain, pleasure, lust, and ecstasy. Whereas KHALID was sweating in heat and excitement that he had achieved the unachievable feat to fuck a married lady and deposited his potent thick and dense baby-making seed into that lady’s womb. It was really hard for my mother to come to her senses after her new hunk and potent lover KHALID ALI ANSARI fucked her in a marathon…………………………………….fucking………………………………………………. session.

KHALID then wore his pajama and took his way to my study room. I hurried back to the study room and pretended to be sleepy. When KHALID was in my room and found me sleepy, he inquired the reason; I said that I needed to relax for the night. I saw the huge bulge in KHALID's pelvis. Even after depositing his cum in my mother's married pussy, he was rock hard. His pajama's pelvic portion was stained by my mother's love juices and his potent Muslim cum. KHALID ordered me to take a night off as he will be spending the rest of the night caring for my mother. I went to bed and pretended to sleep.