I gently slid my serpentine tongue into the unsuspecting mouth of Gowthami Patti, who looked after me as her grandson. It’s time to return the favor. She will be Vithreya’s first hunt in the forest of Tamil Nadu, and I intend to devour her entirely. Our tongues melted in the heat of lust. Gowthami, a widow deprived of the lust of a real man and me, shamed as an introvert loser my whole life, enjoying the taste of a fleshy mature Tamil GILF. Gradually she reciprocated. Saliva was mixed, some drooling out from our mouths, some flowing into our throats.
We knew we wanted more of each other. Her skirt came off. The lace panty was valiantly trying to contain her hairy jungle. Bushes of her greyed hair peeked from the sides. I stripped her off, and I immediately went down her and buried my head in the Gowthami’s hairy yet tidy jungle. The hot breath of my lust on her cunt lips and the touch of my wet tongue on her cunt was enough to send her over the peak. The dam of her cultural integrity and her orthodox traditions broke, liberating the woman she always longed to be. The warm juices flooded my mouth quickly. While I drank her love juices to my heart’s content, I let my fingers play with her wet, oozing clitorises. I wish I hadn’t done that. Her body arched backward, almost falling before she squirted a load of her lust all over me. I couldn’t resist humiliating her.
Me: “Gowthami Paati, you let a North Indian stranger lick and violate your aged south Indian cunt. What have you become? What will your Purushan say? I am feeling guilty. I am stopping.”
Amidst her visibly loud moans of pleasure, Gawthami panted, “he never did this to me. He never licked it. I never felt this pleasure… He was always fast and quick”. Don’t you dare stop, you dirty pervert, she said, grabbing me by the back of my head. Yes. I am a thevadiya (Slut). Yes. I submit to you, my Purusha. Vithreya, suck this lonely granny Punda (cunt). Make her regain all the pleasures she lost in her youth. Aaah…Marry me…aaaahhhh”
Me: “Are you not ashamed to ask a guy your grandson’s age to marry you.”
Gowthami: I don’t know. I have never felt this. Aaah. Northern guys are so good. I want to feel your monster dick ram my aged cunt daily. Stay with me, Vithreya. Breed me. Give me your babies. Please don’t leave me. You are so fair and handsome. I want to marry you. I will do whatever you want. I just want your Sunni (dick) inside my pussy.
Me: “Transfer your property to my name. You cannot run a hotel, Gowthami Patti. You are a born nymphomaniac GILF and meant to live and die as a sex slave. You can only be my illegal wife.
Gowthami Patti looked visibly shocked and pained as I pushed this conservative granny to the limits of her moral boundaries. She weakly replied, “No. I can’t do that”.
I made her face me and turned on the light before I asked her again, “I didn’t hear you. What did you say”?
Gowthami: “Please don’t make me do this Vithreya. This property is my purusan’s memory. If I give you this property, I will die a beggar.”
I rammed my monster dick into her sloppy yet tight cunt for one last time before I pulled it out and started to walk away.
Gowthami screamed at her denied pleasure and fell on her knees, just inches away from my throbbing dick, still glistening from her cunt juices.