Pranathi: I have several things on my bucket list that I would like to do in bed. But it is not possible with your father. Now you can fulfill my dreams. (she put her cigarette in the hash tray) I will do anything you want me to do. Anything!
Me: Take off your clothes.
She did not ask why. She did exactly what I told her. Now I see my mom naked. And I ordered her to take off my clothes too. She did, and we both are now naked. I want to play rough on her.
Me: Kneel!
Pranathi: What?
Me: Kneel, you bloody!
She knelt and looked at me hungrily. I slapped her on the face, ‘Chap.’ She did not restrain. Instead, she smiled. One more slap, ‘Chap.” She started smiling more.
Me: Tell me about your Bucket list.
Pranathi: I barely need BDSM sex since my marriage. And do whatever you want to me. I like masochism a lot.
Pranathi: Be my master, and I will be your slave. I want you to give me pain and take pleasure through it.
Me: From now on. You will get what you want.
Pranathi still knelt, looking hungrily at me. She is thoughtfully enjoying my slaps. She was right. She likes masochism a lot. While slapping Pranathi, I realized that I am more interested in sadism. Maybe that is why women are always under men. They would rather be fucked than fuck.
‘Chap,’ one more slap. Her face became red due to the slaps, but her smile increased. This ended very soon when my father, brother, and sister entered the home. They rang the doorbell. I ordered my mom to dress up fast. She did and went to open the door.
They returned home with some Chinese food. They bought me noodles. I hate those noodles a lot because a single noodle has a meter’s length. The noodles taste good but cannot be held by chopsticks. We sat at the dining table at 3 pm and started having lunch.
My mom sat exactly opposite me, which was good for me. I signaled her to lose her blouse a bit cause I am interested in looking at my mom’s big boobs all the time. She hesitatingly said no, moving her head without uttering a single word. I seriously looked at her. She immediately opened the top button of her blouse.
I am barely looking at her cleavage only. I signaled her to open one more button. She looked at everyone and opened one more button. Now I can look at her cleavage. But I want to see her complete boobs free of that blouse. I signaled her to open one more.
She looked at my dad, sister, and brother, and after 2 minutes, she did. Now part of her boobs came out of either side. Looking at those big boobs, I stopped having my lunch looking at the magnificent visual. She has only 5 buttons on her blouse.
If she removes one more, automatically, the fifth comes out. Who cares except her husband? I ordered her to open one more button. Now she got very tense and started sweating more. My mom and I sat at the edge of the table. My dad sat beside me, and my brother and sister sat beside my mother.
I pressed her leg with mine under the table and signaled her with my mouth looking only at her, “Open, bitch.”
After five minutes of thinking and ruining her right leg, she finally put her hand on the fourth button. She looked at me. I was very desperate to know what would happen next.