nympho mom me too as a daughter of a mom.
Ammi= Mom.
Abbu= Daddy.
My name is Zeba Attar, and I am from Jaipur. I am 15 years old and currently a school student. There are only two members in my household: me and my insatiably horny mother!
I am 5’5″ tall. My measurements are 34 inches for the bust, 28 inches for the waist, and 34 inches for the hips. I have a whitish complexion and always wear a nose ring. Now you know a bit about me.
Let’s begin with the story of my nympho mom; my turn will come after that…
My nymphomaniac mom, my sexy Ammi, is a total slut. She was sexually active even before marriage, which is why she was married off early. After my father passed away, she started getting fucked without any inhibition.
My father, Salim Attar, was a prominent businessman who died during the COVID pandemic. Now, my Ammi manages the business.
My Ammi’s name is Alisha. She is 39 years old and has a milky-white complexion. She is 5’5″ tall with black hair that reaches her shoulders. She has a voluptuous, full-figured body. She has firm, round, milky-white breasts measuring 36 inches, with plump, pink nipples.
She has a massive, voluptuous, and incredibly seductive 42-inch ass. Yes, you heard that right, my Ammi’s ass is nothing short of a mare’s. She has a long face with a sharp nose, thin lips, and firm cheeks. Looking at her face, no one would guess that her breasts, and especially her ass, were so huge.
Ammi had been a promiscuous girl since her college days… and would lie naked under a new guy every day.
Seeing her promiscuity, she was married off early. But her insatiable lust never diminished. In Abbu’s absence, several of his friends would come to our house and fuck Ammi like a bitch before leaving. Beyond the neighborhood, Ammi had many lovers across the city whom she would visit at hotels or their homes to get fucked.
The only thing was that all this happened secretly, because Ammi kept her promiscuity hidden from Abbu.
After Abbu passed away, Ammi turned into an unbridled, insatiable mare and began indulging in debauchery openly.
One day, before Abbu died, I overheard Ammi talking to a friend of hers: “My daughter Zeba isn’t my husband’s child. She is the illegitimate offspring of my old lover, Sajid, who planted his seed in my womb just a month before my wedding.”
Salma, that friend of Ammi’s, was likely just as insatiable as she was, and the two shared each other’s secrets.
As soon as Salma heard from Ammi that Zeba, meaning me, was Sajid’s child, she teased, “Does that mean you never bore a child by your husband?”
Ammi replied, “Honestly, I don’t even like my husband’s cock.”
Salma asked, “Why? Is there no power in your husband’s cock?”
Ammi said, “The power is decent enough, but the way he fucks is so dull. He just climbs on top, rams his cock in, and starts thrusting away mechanically.”
Salma was looking at Ammi, eager to hear the rest of the story.
But Ammi fell silent.
Salma was gazing intently at my mother.
So, Mom asked, “Why are you staring like that?”
Salma said, “Hey, tell me what happens after the ‘huch-huch’ part… what does he do next?”
Mom replied, “Why don’t you come over tomorrow night and climb on top of my husband? You’ll understand exactly what his fucking is like then!”
Salma laughed and said, “Sure, what’s the big deal? I’ve taken so many cocks; I can take your husband’s too. He just needs to agree to fuck me!”
Mom said, “I don’t know if he’d actually get on top of you or not… but you could give it a try. It might even help us find his weak spot.”
Salma asked, “Which weak spot?”
Mom replied, “Whether or not he wants to have sex with another woman.”
Salma understood and said, “Alright, so I do this job for you, but what do I get out of it?”
Mom said, “I’ll let you experience the pleasure of Sajid’s cock just once.”
Hearing this, Salma squealed with delight, as if she had a massive craving for Sajid’s cock.
Salma said, “Really, Alisha darling… just get me fucked by Sajid’s cock once… and I won’t have any complaints against you after that.”
The two of them started talking dirty about Uncle Sajid, and Salma agreed to lie down beneath my dad’s cock.
They set the plan for two days later. I was also restless to see how this little scheme would play out.
How that played out makes for an incredible sex story, one I’ll share with you another time.
For now, hearing my mother talk about my father, Uncle Sajid, in that way made me feel a bit strange. After hearing what Ammi had said about Abbu, whenever I saw Sajid Uncle, the image of Ammi getting fucked by him would flash before my eyes.
I am now continuing the story I started earlier.
You see, our house is quite large; there are several rooms built both within the house and in front of it that we rent out. Most of these rooms are located in the front section.
We rent these rooms to senior students who have come to Jaipur from out of town for their studies. Since the tenants change every few months, we don’t have to deal with the hassle of long-term occupancy issues.
One day, instead of going to my tuition class after college, I came straight home and unlocked the front door. When I looked inside, the bathroom door was ajar, and Ammi’s wet bra and panties were lying on the floor.
I checked inside the bathroom, but there was no one there. I then tiptoed towards Ammi’s bedroom and heard the sound of sensual moaning. When I cracked open the window to peek inside, I was left wide-eyed with shock.
My nymphomaniac Ammi was lying stark naked on the bed, while two young, naked men were fondling her body.
One guy was sucking on Ammi’s breasts while kneading them, and the other was licking her pussy. Both men were young and virile, sporting impressive cocks. When I looked closely at them, I realized they were the ones who had moved in as tenants just a month ago.
I wasn’t particularly surprised by this, as Ammi is a total slut who loves getting fucked by young studs. Just as I was thinking this, a loud, sensual moan escaped Ammi’s lips, echoing through the entire room. Moaning “Aah… aah…”, Ammi began bouncing her voluptuous, heavy buttocks.
At that very moment, a fountain of fluid erupted from her pussy, drenching the face of the guy positioned between her thighs with her juices. After fully climaxing, Ammi stopped bouncing her buttocks and said to the guys:
“Get up, you fuckers, enough of the licking and sucking… now hurry up and fuck me.”
As soon as he said this, one of the young men lifted Ammi’s legs and placed a pillow beneath her buttocks. He spread her legs wide, causing her lush, fleshy pussy to bloom open like a lotus flower.
Meanwhile, the second young man knelt around Ammi’s neck, she was lying naked, and sat upon her heavy breasts, positioning his cock against her lips. Then, gripping her hair with both hands, he thrust his entire cock into her mouth, driving it deep down her throat.
At the same time, the first young man placed his cock against her lotus-like, open pussy and thrust it deep inside in a single, swift motion. These simultaneous penetrations, into both her pussy and her mouth, made Ammi shudder and writhe. She wanted to groan loudly, but with a cock filling her mouth, the sound was stifled in her throat.
Ammi then gripped the buttocks of the man sitting above her tightly with both hands. Seeing this made my own pussy grow wet with desire.
Ammi was now being fucked by two cocks at once, creating a chorus of sounds: the wet *slap-slap* of pussy-fucking and the muffled *gng-gng-gng* sounds of oral sex echoed through the room.
Caught up in the spell of that erotic scene, I didn’t even realize when my hand had slipped inside my *salwar* and under my panties; my fingers began moving in and out of my own pussy.
This naked spectacle continued in the room for about 15 to 20 minutes. Then, both young men withdrew their cocks and said to Ammi,
“Come on, you whore, let’s fuck you a different way now.”
This time, the first young man lay down on his back; Ammi knelt over his waist and positioned his erect cock against her pussy. Then Mom let the weight of her heavy ass drop, causing the guy’s erect cock to tear right into her pussy and slide all the way inside.
Now, the second guy moved behind Mom’s ass. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands, spread them wide, and spat on her anal opening.
He used his thumb to spread the saliva over the hole. Then, he positioned the head of his cock against her anus and gave a powerful thrust, driving more than half of it deep into her ass.
As the cock entered her ass, a scream escaped Mom’s lips.
Screaming, Mom cried out, “Aaa… you fucking motherfucker, you’re tearing my ass apart… you bastard, fuck a bit more gently, you asshole… this isn’t your sister’s pussy… it’s my ass, you scumbag!”
Saying this, Ammi began to moan and gasp.
Moments later, Ammi’s pussy gushed with juices, soaking my *salwar* as well. Exhausted, Ammi lay limp between the two boys, feeling crushed and spent.
The two boys were pounding away furiously at Ammi’s ass and pussy. After a while, they both ejaculated inside her, one in her pussy and the other in her ass, before getting up to put their clothes back on.
Ammi remained lying naked on the bed with her eyes closed.
Seeing this, I slipped back into my room and changed my panties and dress. Meanwhile, the two boys quietly made their way to the outer room.
When I stepped out, I saw Ammi in her night-time maxi, picking up her wet panties and bra.
Ammi had no idea I had come in and witnessed her entire sexual escapade.
After witnessing such a wild fuck-session, how could my own fresh, 15-year-old pussy remain unaffected?
This was back when I had come of age; I had fully grasped the sexual nature of the relationship between a man and a woman.
My mother’s promiscuity only fueled my own desires further. Watching her slutty, insatiable behavior, I had entered my nineteenth year, having seen her get fucked by countless different men over and over again.
Watching her sexual encounters made my own breasts harden and my pussy, with its light growth of pubic hair, throb with a craving of its own. I wanted to become a seasoned slut just like my mother, often soothing my aroused pussy with my fingers.
That is how the days went by.
One day, my friend Reshma and I were sitting in the college canteen. Then she said, “Oh man, my boyfriend Riyaz found out about my engagement, and now he’s talking about breaking up with me. He says if I want to stay with him, I have to call off the engagement.”
I replied, “Don’t worry… I’ll talk to Riyaz; just introduce him to me.”
She said, “I’ll ask him to come to the college tomorrow.”
The next day, Reshma fell ill and didn’t come to college. She called to tell me, “Riyaz is coming in a car; I’m texting you the number.”
An hour later, an expensive car with that number arrived; Riyaz stepped out and started looking around. He didn’t recognize me, so I watched him from a distance. The moment I saw him, I felt a sudden urge; I thought to myself,
“Reshma will get a cock after marriage anyway, why shouldn’t I snag this rich cock for my own pussy?”
I walked up to Riyaz and said, “Hello Riyaz, I’m Reshma’s friend Zeba; I’m the one who asked you to come here.” He replied, “Yes, go ahead, what did you want to say?”
I asked, “Why do you want to break up with Reshma?”
Riyaz said, “Reshma wants to have it both ways. She needs to either call off the engagement or end things with me.”
I fanned the flames by saying, “You’re right, Riyaz. She wants to keep you in the dark and is making a fool of you.”
That’s when Riyaz started opening up to me. I seized the opportunity to drive an even deeper wedge between him and Reshma.
Riyaz had made up his mind to leave Reshma. I gave him my mobile number and told him he could call me whenever he wanted. Two days later, I learned that Riyaz and Reshma had split up.
That’s when I sent Riyaz a “Hello” on WhatsApp. He replied two hours later, and we started chatting. As we talked, I began to soothe his emotional wounds.
When he became deeply emotional, I said, “Forget the past, Riyaz. Think about the future. You’re a great guy. It’s not just that you can love someone; someone can love you, too.”
Riyaz asked, “What do you mean?”
I told him, “I want you… I love you!”
He was stunned, and he asked to meet me the next day.
And that was it… the next day, I shaved my pussy, put on my tightest bra and a low-cut top, and set off to meet Riyaz!
The neckline of my top was so deep that more than half of my boobs were visible. When Riyaz saw me at the coffee shop, he was left staring.
We started talking, and within just half an hour, I had him completely under my spell.
At that point, if I had asked him to drink my piss, he would have done it.
Then Riyaz said, “I have to go for work; let me drop you home.”
As soon as I got into the car, I told Riyaz “I love you” and kissed him on the cheek.
Riyaz looked at me for a few seconds, then pulled me onto his lap and crushed his lips against mine. I fully reciprocated, and we shared a long, ten-minute kiss. Then he said to me, “I have some urgent work today. Come to the street corner near your house tomorrow; we’ll go visit my new place.” After that, he dropped me off near my home.
That night, all I could think about was how, starting tomorrow, my pussy would finally get a cock to fuck it. I fell asleep thinking just that.
The next morning, I got ready nicely, and at 11 o’clock, Riyaz called: “I’m standing at the corner; come quickly.” I rushed to the corner and immediately hopped into his car.
As soon as I sat down, Riyaz asked me to sit closer to him. I swung one leg over to the other side of the gear shift and sat pressed right against him. Just then, Riyaz planted a passionate kiss on my lips, and we drove off.
As we chatted on the way, Riyaz had to shift gears frequently. Since the gear shift was right between my thighs, he would use the act of shifting as an excuse to caress my thighs, and sometimes even my pussy! His touch made me shiver with desire.
After all, I was a slut at heart… I spread my thighs wide to give him every opportunity to stroke my pussy and legs. That’s how we arrived at his house; it was unoccupied and locked up.
We unlocked the door and went inside. He showed me around the house, it was quite large. Then, we went into the master bedroom and sat down. Riyaz brought two bottles of beer from the fridge; he handed one to me and sat on the sofa, while I sat on the bed.
Then Riyaz said, “Why are you sitting so far away? Come closer to me.”
I, too, got up like a shameless bitch and sat on his lap.
He pulled off my dupatta and tossed it aside; while chatting and sipping his beer, he kept caressing me. I was enjoying the sensation of a man’s hands on my body while sipping the cold beer myself.
Soon, our conversation dwindled; Riyaz’s hands slid under my shirt and began kneading my boobs. After fondling them for a while, he stripped off my shirt and undid my bra hooks. With a swift tug, he pulled the bra off and threw it onto the floor. As soon as he removed it, my velvety mounds sprang free.
The moment he saw my milky breasts, he pounced on them and began sucking voraciously. The beer bottle was barely half-empty, yet I was already half-naked. While he was sucking my breasts, I deliberately spilled some beer on them; this excited him even more, and he started licking my succulent cleavage.
Then, Riyaz pressed my breasts together with his hands, creating a deep, channel-like valley between them.
He said, “Pour the beer into the valley between your boobs!”
As I poured, the beer pooled in the cleavage, and Riyaz lapped it up like a dog. While he drank from this intoxicating “cup” of my breasts, a good amount of beer trickled down my stomach and reached my pussy.
When the beer ran out, Riyaz delivered two sharp slaps to my buttocks. Grabbing my ass, he lifted me up, carried me over, and tossed me onto the bed.
Then Riyaz stripped off all his clothes, and for the first time, I saw his cock. What can I say, friends… what a cock that motherfucker had… swaying in the air like a thick, black cobra.
Seeing his cock made my pussy start to gush. Then he lay on top of me, sucking my lips and kneading my tits with all his might.
After a while, kissing and licking my body, he reached the drawstring of my *salwar* and undid the knot with his mouth. As soon as the knot came undone, Riaz pulled my *salwar*, and my panties along with it, down my thighs and tossed them aside.
Now, Riaz and I were completely naked in the room. Once the *salwar* was off and he caught sight of my pink pussy, he pounced on it and started sucking.
As he sucked my pussy, my nipples hardened, and I began to feel intense pleasure.
When Riaz had licked my pussy to his heart’s content, he got up and straddled my chest, positioning himself right over my breasts. As he sat there, his cock dangled right near my lips.
He said, “Come on, my love, suck this black cobra until it’s hard and slick, so it can strike your pussy.”
I grabbed his cock by the base with my fist, but it was so thick it barely fit inside my grip.
I managed to hold it and took it into my mouth, starting to suck. As I sucked, I caught the intoxicating scent of urine from his cock, which made the act even more arousing. I was sucking with intense passion, and Riaz was thrusting his cock gently in and out of my mouth.
After ten minutes of sucking, Riaz pulled his cock out of my mouth.
That’s when I saw it, his cock was standing fully erect, just like a rocket. At that very moment, Riaz placed a pillow under my buttocks, lifted my legs, and bent them backwards. It was broad daylight, and in that bright light, my pink pussy lay exposed before Riaz like a blooming rose.
Then, Riyaz started rubbing the head of his cock against my clitoris.
I spoke up, “Riyaz, my love, this is my first time, my wedding night. Please, take it slow.”
Riyaz replied, “Yes, darling, I’ll take good care of your pussy.” Saying this, he positioned his cock against my pussy and thrust forward with full force.
Although I had previously inserted fingers, a pencil, and even an eggplant into my pussy, Riyaz’s cock was significantly thicker, especially the head.
With that thrust, more than half of his cock slid inside me. It was a powerful move, yet I could distinctly feel the head of his cock entering. A low moan escaped my lips, and the pain made my hips jerk upward.
But Riyaz held a firm grip on my thighs; before I could even recover, he delivered a second thrust. Another moan escaped me, and by then, his entire cock was buried deep inside. My virginity was gone.
Riyaz paused his thrusting for a moment and caressed me soothingly. Once I had composed myself, he began thrusting again.
After fifteen minutes of gentle thrusting, my pussy was thoroughly lubricated with natural juices, allowing his cock to slide in and out with ease. Amidst those gentle strokes, I hadn’t even realized when the pain had transformed into pure pleasure. I began to truly enjoy the sensation of the cock inside me.
Riyaz was an experienced lover; he sensed that I was enjoying it and deepened and quickened his thrusts.
Now, his cock was sliding in and out vigorously, and I felt like I was soaring in the clouds.
Ten minutes later, he stopped, lay down, and pulled me up to sit astride his cock. I realized it was my turn to ride the cock, having grown up watching my mother do exactly that. Now, I was the one riding it, while Riyaz thrust upwards from below to keep the rhythm going.
A little later, I was on the verge of climaxing. Just then, Riyaz started kneading my breasts, which only fueled the fire. I reached a powerful orgasm and collapsed, exhausted.
Then, Riyaz helped me down and positioned me on all fours like a bitch. He moved in from behind, thrust his cock into my pussy, and mounted me.
As he fucked me like a whore in that position, his thrusts were incredibly powerful; his cock was reaching deep inside, all the way to my womb.
He fucked me continuously for 15 to 20 minutes before shooting his hot load deep inside my pussy. I climaxed once more at that very moment.
Afterward, we lay there naked, clinging to each other for a while.
It was two in the afternoon by then, so Riyaz ordered some food, and we ate it while remaining completely naked.
After the meal, we engaged in lovemaking and fucking two more times.
Riyaz wanted to fuck me even more, and even wanted to take my ass, but I refused; I didn’t want him to view me as just a slutty whore.
Besides, I had already been fucked plenty.
Then we both showered; Riyaz made me promise to meet him again and dropped me off near my home.
In future stories, I’ll tell you when and how I gifted him my ass…
And how I brought him to my house, and how my mother ended up sucking Riyaz’s cock too!
That’s all for this story.
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