This is the story of my inception of cuckoldness
My mom became a widow in very young age , i was just 1.5 years old and she was just 24 years old. And there she was with her husband dead. She had parents and two older brothers, but they wanted nothing to do with her , as it might lead to her having her share in property as well. So she was out in the world ,all alone, by herself and her kid(which is me) , who couldn’t even talk, and fell sick all the time and needed constant attention, So she couldn’t even get a job.
she couldn’t even get a job because of lack of experience, as she was married off immediately after completing her degree from college.
But she had to find a way to support herself and her baby. She tried everything from waiting table in bar to typist , but nothing seemed to work, her christian upbringing made her resist few of these jobs. She was always on the brink of poverty, barely scraping by with food and shelter.
But she had to find a way to support herself and her baby. She tried everything to get a job , but nothing worked. Looking at her dire situation, one of the friend of dad, helped her for few weeks. But he was also married and had to feed his own family. So he thought ‘ i can’t feed the fish everyday, i had to teach her to fish herself ‘, he had few friends, who had other friends who had connection in business and stuff. He asked their help and got mom a job as receptionist.
Now this hotel was not a typical nice hotel , where you had security and tons of people in management to take care of the hotel. It was , to put it straight forward, more of a hotel where extra marital affairs took place. It was haven for the college students to fuck their girlfriend, boses to fuck their secretary, and mature married women to fuck young hunks. So no it was not at all a great place, especially for mom. She was disgusted she had to work there, but she couldn’t quit as she had to feed me and herself.
She started her job. She took the details of people booking the hotel and handed them keys. The Guys ogled at her body. The customers were mostly college guys so they were of age range 21- 25 , and here she was standing with a ripe age of 24 , in front of hungry men in their prime ages. The guys almost forgot they came there with their girlfriends. Such was her beauty.
Mohammed, was a Businessman, who had few restaurants, and this hotel. The hotel though not his proudest possession , was instrumental to retain friends of his in politics, the hotel was hotspot for policemen , politicians , politician’s sons to enjoy their sex life with no fear. The hotel had only two employees, him and my mom, as he didn’t want too many eyewitnesses of politicians doing such things. As elections neared, political activism got its pace. Most often he wasn’t even in the hotel, but with peak customer season he had to be in there, and made my mom work 14 hour shift. The hotel started seeing lot of politicians and their sons with their sluts and bitches who used to rally for them in day and get fucked by them in night.
Now my mom had to work with Mohammed. She hesitated at first, knowing that he was not the nicest person. With what little she had seen of him, it was him yelling, picking fights, treating his workers in hotels like shit. But the prospect of making some money was too tempting to resist.
So she accepted his fate and started working with him. At first, everything was fine. Mohammed was polite and respectful towards her, even though she knew he was only hiring her because he needed someone young and attractive by his side.
With people coming to the hotel and ogling at her , Mohammed decided to make mom wear sleeveless and deep neck salwar. I remember that day mom came home and started shaving her armpits. I remember that thing like it happened yesterday.
As her shift increased to 16-18 hours , she started to sleep in her hotel itself, she moved her stuff into the room which was in the basement, and I had to move with her. she used to make me sleep below the reception counter.
Demands for her at that time were through the roofs. Policemen, politicians and the political workers used to hurl lewd comments at her . They always bargained with Mohammed to start her into the business too. But Mohammed refused saying she is a widow and had a son. Mohammed wanted people to be attracted to mom , but never thought of pushing her into prostitution. She was incredibly popular among the young sons of politicians. Passing comments on her body, trying to touch her from the counters. They forced Mohammed to make her remove her pallu from now on , as they liked looking at her cleavage. So mom used to wear her pallu at other times , but the moment she saw the politician’s sons she removed them as they threatened her before.
But as time went on, things started to change. Mohammed began to make crude jokes about her looks and body, which made her feel uncomfortable.
She always preferred staying out of all these things and just do her job.
After the election, The result came in favor of the party that Mohammed favored. This led to widespread political riots by religious extremists. Mohammed being muslim ,his restaurants and hotels were targets of hindu extremists , so was the hotel. One day the hotel got attacked.As Mohammed became a target of Hindu extremists. He was forced to flee his hotel, leaving my mom behind. The extremists were looking for anyone who dared to defy their beliefs, and they found her – the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.The extremists wouldn’t let this opportunity go.
One day, as the political riots began.As Mohammed became a target of Hindu extremists. He was forced to flee his hotel, leaving my mom behind. The extremists were looking for anyone who dared to defy their beliefs, and they found her – the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.
They stormed into the hotel and began to destroy everything in sight. Mom hid under the counter, terrified for her life. She knew what these men wanted from her, but she refused to give in to their demands.
As the chaos continued, one of them finally spotted her and called out for his friends to join him. They approached her with a look of hunger in their eyes, knowing that she was trapped.
But Mom wasn’t going down without a fight. She took me and went down to basement. The room was hidden very good, so the guys couldn’t find her for a bit
Mom took advantage of this moment by locking the door. She wanted to put heavy stuff against the door but we didn’t had many things to call ours. she made me hide under almera. She locked the upper and lower bolts and the main middle one.
She was trapped , she knew she can’t do anything about it. She sat on bed panting with all the running. Her ponytail hair, got bit messy, with few strands sticking to her face. It was silent she was safe now.
That silence it didn’t last for long, we could here footsteps , and volume increasing. Thud we heard loud sound on the door. Mom gasped and got tensed.
You know in the older days when one army attacked the other empire , the looters went straight to the wealth and women. Here it was, a war at doorstep.
The door stood strong between them and mom. It was silent for 10 seconds, and Thud , they were now trying to break the door. Mom panicked and the upper bolt came down, only two bolts stood in the way. Panicking my mom went herself to the door to stop and it from breaking, she had her back firmly up against the door. With every push the upper part of the door was bending. Mom lifted her arms, to reduce the bending, with her back still firmly against the door. CRACK , the door had it’s first crack , just beside mom’s shoulder, the cracked hole was size of a fist. A hand came in through the door and got hand of the mom’s pallu, and the hand snatched pallu through the hole, we could here men saying ‘ what a smell’ , ‘ smell how good her sweat is ‘ from outside. I looked at mom, pink patiala suit , with no pallu, her chest moving up and down, with her bra straps messed up and clearly visible, her arms raised, with the shiny armpit of hers at display with all the sweat, the pallu was dragged through her sweat of neck and arms and armpit. With all the banging going on, the fist which broke the door came through the wall again and got hold of one of mom’s breasts. She panicked but she couldn’t let the door go, because if she does, it’s all downhill.
Imagine an fist that could pierce through the door, that strong fist was now fondling my mom’s breast. That huge palm was fondling my mom’s 32 b breasts. Mom squinched her face and let out the most seductive and enticing ‘ aaaahhhh ‘ i have ever heard in my whole life.
Mom’s pain slowly turned into most seductive face
You have to understand mom’s situation , since my father died , she wasn’t touched by any man. It’s been 2 years. The touch of one strong masculine man, just made her go peak orgasm and all wet. She wasn’t in her conscience. She let the grip on the door go loose , she was not resisting it. She was in whole another world. She took her left hand held her hair and head because she was in cloud nice, with right hand still raised up to hold the door. She seemed like she was split between to hold the door or to resist this huge hand fondling her.
The Guilt Embraced her, making her let the door go. Her Guilt made her resisting the hand on her boob the top priority. She went few steps ahead. and BAAAM the door was split open, mom swiftly turned around to see the sight.There they were, a dozen extremists looking aww struck at mom, sleeveless patiala suit with sweat all over her body, the chest and neck and arms all red. The goons had bit of blood over their shirt , none of them were below 6ft. In front of them stood my mom , in her ripe age of 24 ,with height of 5’5 with 32b breasts, tiny waist and plumpy ass. It was 5 seconds since the door was split. The Silence captured the room for that 5 sec.mom was ogling at all the hunky men for that 5 sec. Mom’s messy ponytail , her sweat has too much for those hungry men.
The goons rushed in , one of them held mom by armpit and the other held her neck and the other armpit and slammed her onto the bed. one of them held both her hands spread. The feast has begun
Mom’s heart raced as the goons rushed in, their eyes fixated on her disheveled appearance. One of them grabbed her by the armpit and the other held her neck and the other armpit and slammed her onto the bed, causing her to gasp in surprise. The other goon took hold of her neck, their hands tightening around her throat as they pushed her down. One of them held both her hands spread. The feast has begun
“Look at you, all sweaty and disheveled,” one of the goons sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “You must have been running for your life.”
Mom’s mind raced with a mix of fear and arousal as she lay there helplessly, spread-eagled on the bed. She could feel their hands digging into her flesh, leaving marks that would later serve as reminders of this night.
The goon who had hold of mom’s hands tightened his grip even further, causing pain to shoot through her wrists. He smirked down at her with sadistic delight.
Mom’s heart raced as the goon’s fingers dug deeper into her skin, causing a jolt of pain that shot through her body. She let out a gasp of pain and frustration, her mind struggling to process the situation she found herself in. But as the goon’s grip tightened, a flicker of arousal began to stir within her.
mom resisted a bit, she was no match for those guy.Mom’s defiance only seemed to fuel the goon’s sadistic desires. At that point with all honesty, she was aroused. She couldn’t deny it to herself – she hadn’t been touched in two years, and now there were twelve men surrounding her. The thought alone was enough to send a wave of desire coursing through her veins. With each passing second, Mom felt herself becoming more and more compliant, even as a part of her screamed for resistance.
“Fuck,” one goon groaned, his voice filled with raw desire. “Look at you. You’re just a helpless little thing.”
Young Mom’s heart raced as she lay there on the bed, feeling the weight of their gazes upon her naked body. Her mind was filled with conflicting emotions – fear, arousal, and a flicker of defiance that refused to be extinguished.
Young mom , with her hand pinned , men caressing all over her body, slapping her , pinching her, she lifted her head a bit. The main guy was over her , with kneeling position with mom still under him. She looked into the main guy’s eyes, with hair strands all over her face , the main guy looked through those strands in her eye’s. she tilted her head and smiled a bit, signalling her submission and her accepting her fate. The main guy slapped her , she fell hard into the bed and looked back and smiled a bit at him again. After 2 years she was being touched by men , real men and before that for 1.5 years she had to take half the size dick of my dad. My christian dad could barely satisfy her with that.
The main guy, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and desire, tightened his grip on Young Mom’s hair. He pulled her head back slightly, exposing her flushed neck and tempting collarbone. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he taunted her, relishing in the power he held over her.
“Whore” he sneered, his breath hot against her ear. “You thought you were strong? You thought you could resist us?” He gave a cruel chuckle before releasing her hair and allowing it to cascade down her back.
As the goons continued their assault on her flesh, pinching and squeezing every inch of exposed skin, Young Mom closed her eyes momentarily.With all the difficulties mom had gone through in life , she always fought it in some way or the other. Now it was the biggest difficulty she has ever faced, here she decided to not to fight , as she knew men would handle her in however they deemed fit.
The other goons watched with hungry eyes as Mom’s resistance slowly crumbled away. They knew they had found their prey – a vulnerable woman who would do anything to escape their man cage alive. And as they closed in on her like sharks circling their prey, they reveled in the power they held over her.
By that point , mom flooded a huge wet liquid out of her patiala pants. They noticed it. Laughed at it ‘ This shameless bitch is turned on ‘. She indeed was. But the men had no intention of going soft on her. One of the big guy pushed her to ground , made her kneel and lock her arms behind her using his arms. The guys dropped their pants and removed their shirts and underwears, the room was filled with the smell of their sweat.
She knelt there, surrounded by men with their throbbing erections. The air was thick with anticipation as their eyes devoured her body. She could feel their gaze, hungry and predatory. They wanted her, and she wanted them. Soon half of them came forward held her hair and started inserting their dick in her mouth, sliding her head on their dick back and forth, each handling for 20 sec and passing her to the other guys, Her hairs flying along with her, with her saliva and men’s precum smeared all around her mouth. The other half was fondling her boobs over her patiala suit , biting her naked arms and shoulder.
Now they wanted to see their prey naked , it was due. The men tore her patiala and pants. The material wasn’t easy to tear, so the material stretched against mom’s skin . She muffled in pain. They tore it and tore her bra and panty. The Barbarians beholded her ravishing naked beauty. The guy holding her from behind , smelled her neck and yelled ‘ this bitch smells so good ‘ , he left her arms , as he couldn’t wait to get his dick sucked. To all’s surprise , mom lifted her weak arms , held two dicks and started sucking the dick on her own. Her small toned arms , all red and with bite marks , rubbing huge dicks with her small palms and sucking the dicks.
But they had no plan to go soft on her. They again forced her to shift between dicks , her still rubbing their dicks. The other half of guys said it was their turn. And came forward and went hard. The guys who had got their dick sucked, bent down , two of them started sucking and biting her boobs and two of them started sucking and biting her inner tighs while others slapped her face again and again. The slaps were no soft, I could here it so loud from under the almera.
The main guy pushed everyone aside , she wanted her for himself for a bit , he asked the guys to lick her pussy and make her more wet. All of them went for her pussy biting and licking it wet. Once it was all wet , the main guy picked her up like she weighed nothing.and rammed his dick directly into her pussy. He held mom by her armpits, and mom wrapped her hands around his neck ,her legs wrapped around him, him standing and ramming her pussy up and down , while others rub their dicks , touching her bouncy ass. Whole room was filled with men grunting in low vibration like lions , while mom moaned like a deer. I was thinking why is mom carried like baby by uncle, under the almera, I didn’t understand back then , now i do.
Other men in the room couldn’t resist the urge to join in on the action. Their hands grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and slapped her face. Her breasts were pinched hard and her ass slapped with force. She felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as they ravaged her body.
The room was filled with a cacophony of moans and curses as they fucked her relentlessly. It was like being at the center of a hurricane of lust and desire. And damn if it didn’t feel good.
As they continued to pound into her mouth, she felt something shift inside her. A primal hunger awakened within her – a need to be used like nothing else. The more they fucked her, the more she craved their cocks.
The men in the room were relentless, taking turns with her body as if it was a toy for their amusement. She was lost in the pleasure and pain of it all, barely able to keep up with the demands of each man. Sweat dripped down her face and her hair clung to her neck as she moved from one cock to another.
But there was something different about this experience that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It wasn’t just the raw physicality of it all; there was an undercurrent of darkness that permeated everything. A sense that what they were doing went beyond mere pleasure and into something more sinister.
She tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand, but they kept creeping back into her mind like insidious tendrils. And then, suddenly, one of the men spoke up.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” he said with a sneer. “I think we need to teach you a lesson.”
His words sent a chill down her spine, but before she could react, he grabbed hold of her hair and pulled hard. The other men joined in, restraining her arms and legs until she was completely helpless.
“What are you doing?” she gasped out, fear mixing with arousal inside of her.
One by one they started fucking her pussy , ramming nearly making her go unconscious. Others slapping her boobs , pinching her nipples , licking her armpits and biting her shoulder, slapping her ass. She was moaning at her top. Rugged men holding her tiny waist, moving her back and forth in and out of her dick, she was in cloud nine. She could have never imagined her Christian pussy getting rammed by hindu hunks.
Once everyone got their chance , they started fingering her asshole, she was afraid and turned on at the same time , biting her lips. One of the men hooked her finger into lips and stretched it.
The main guy took his dick, spat on the asshole and rammed it. One quarter of the dick went in , he took it out and rammed it again , she screamed in pain, and chuckled while the main guy went and stabbed her asshole with his penis with all his force , and it went in and started ramming. The pinching and slapping and biting begin again. But now the intensity of the slaps and pinches decreased. Few started kissing her and she kissed them back. Now they went soft on her. They started playing with her, teasing her, as she laughed with the main guy still ramming her ass.
As they were indulging in the fuckery, I heard footsteps arriving , and there they were the policemen, Which were out there to control the riots. They saw the horrific sight, they started attacking the men , while few female constables came rushing in covering naked mom.
They were all being sympathetic, as they thought she was forced, seeing her bite marks, slap marks , her body turned all red, hair all messy. They found me under almera, they were horrified by that event, the female constables held me in their arms, consoling me. As the goons were getting arrested, few female constables were busy there. I looked at mom, Mom looked at the main goon , she was secretly smiling and let out blush at him, the main goon did the same too. After all these years , that smile still turns me on.
Few policemen there were regular customers of the hotel. They always had eye out for mom. Now there she was sitting with a towel wrapped around her , her arms and neck all red and with bite marks, her thighs all red. The Policemen couldn’t take her eyes off of her. Mom didn’t make eye contact with any of the policemen. She was ogling at the main guy all the time until police took him away.
Few policemen , slowly took mom’s panty and bra and kept it in their pocket quietly.
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