My Friend Recorded Him Fucking my Mom

My name is Lex, and my mom’s name is Pushpa. She’s been working as an accountant in Chennai for as long as I can remember. She’s  44 years old now, with a dusky complexion that’s been the subject of many compliments. Her hair is long and black, usually kept in a tight bun during work hours.

She has a slender build, standing at about 5’5, and her choice of traditional attire accentuates her curves. She is a very loving and emphatic person. She would go out of her way to make sure that everyone around her is happy, not just at home but also at the workplace.

Kumar is my best friend, and he’s a software engineer. We’ve been friends for the past 6 years as we studied college together. Our families are close, too. Kumar often comes to my home and sometimes he even spends the night. He is very close to my mom, Pushpa.

My mom goes shopping and occasionally to movies with Kumar. She has a soft spot for him and always treats him as her son. Even Kumar calls her ‘Amma’.

One day, he told me, “Lex, I have got an offer from the US, and I’m leaving for a 5-year assignment.” Me, “That’s great, bro. It’s a big step. Wish you all the best.” He smiled and said, “Thanks, man. I’ll be leaving next month. Let’s go on a vacation with our friends before that.”

I nodded, and we made plans for a trip to Goa. We enjoyed it for a week. As he leaves on Saturday, a send-off party was arranged on Friday evening. He asked me, my dad, and my mom to be there. My mom usually comes home from work by 6 p.m.

So my dad and I got ready and were waiting for her. Around 6:30, my mom called me, “Son, I’m stuck with urgent work. I can’t tell when it’ll be over, so I’m coming late. You and your dad, go ahead to the party and don’t wait for me. Explain my situation to Kumar. He’ll understand.”

So me and my dad went to the party. Kumar welcomed us and was very disappointed not to see my mom. Around 9 pm, everyone started to leave. To our surprise, Kumar also took his car and left. We all thought that he was tired and had to rest before his flight. We were all drinking and enjoying the party.

Close to 9:30, my mom was still in her office all by herself except for the security at the gate. Suddenly, there was a knock on her cabin door. She was surprised as she was the last one to leave. She opened the door to see Kumar standing outside with an upset expression.

“Kumar,  what happened? Why did you leave the party so early? Is everything alright?” she asked, concerned. “It was boring because someone missed her son’s send-off as she was busy with work,” he said, grinning.

“I’m sorry, Kumar. I really had no idea I was holding you up. I’ll make it up to you,” he said, adding, “Why don’t you wait here for a bit until I finish my work? Then we’ll go to some place nice. Okay?” He nodded and sat beside her as she worked. Then he took a camera out of his bag and started rolling.

“Why are you recording? Just keep it aside.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I wanted to record this as a remembrance of you while I’m abroad,” Kumar said, his voice barely audible. Pushpa, being emphatic, “Okay, fine. Just let me finish my work.” They both were chit-chatting and making fun of each other for a while.

Then Kumar, with the flow, asked, “Amma, shall I kiss you?”

“What?” she exclaimed. “No, no, Amma. Not like that. Just on your hands.” he said defensively. She nodded and offered her fingers. He kissed her fingers. My mom then began to work on her computer. After a pause, Kumar moved near my mom and planted a kiss on her soft biceps.

She was taken aback. “What are you doing, Kumar?”

“You gave me permission to kiss your hands, Amma. Just concentrate on your work.”

“You naughty little boy! You’re not going to escape now. You can’t kiss my arms like that.”

He smiled innocently and planted a kiss on her upper arm, near her shoulder. She couldn’t help but laugh. “Kumar, I’m warning you. Don’t you dare go any lower?”

“Oh, like this…” Saying that he bent down and kissed her shoulder softly. “Oh boy, that’s enough of your mischief,” she said, giggling. He then bent down and kissed her armpit. It made her shriek and jolted back in her chair.

“Kumar, you little rascal! You’re lucky I’m working right now. I’m going to have to kill you when I get out of here.” She said, laughing and trying to compose herself. Kumar smiled and kissed her hand again, “Don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you.”

They continued to joke and laugh together. Kumar was still recording, capturing every moment of their special moment. “Whenever I see this video, I’ll remember the taste and the sweet smell of your armpit, Amma.”

As Kumar said this, my mom was taken aback. She couldn’t help but laugh and blush at the same time. “You’re such a rascal, Kumar. I’m going to have to give you a good spanking when I get out of here,” she said, trying to sound stern but failing as she giggled again.

She got back to her work. Kumar placed the camera in an angle and got behind her. He kept his hands on each of her shoulders and started to massage. “Hmmm! Finally, you are doing something useful,” she said, relaxing into his touch.

“I just wanted to make you feel better,” he said, still massaging her shoulders. My mom closed her eyes, enjoying the massage and the warmth of Kumar’s touch. “You know, Kumar, you’re like a son to me. I’m going to miss you so much,” she said, her voice soft and affectionate.

“Don’t say that, Amma. I’ll be back soon, and we can still be together. We’ll make sure to Skype and keep in touch,” he replied, his voice filled with reassurance. He continued to massage her shoulders. He started to move his hands up and down her back, gently kneading the muscles.

She let out a soft sigh of contentment, feeling the tension melting away. “Ah, that’s perfect, Kumar. Just like that,” she murmured, her body relaxing further into the chair. “You know, I’m going to miss you too, Kumar. You’ve always been such a good boy and so caring.”

Kumar smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. “I wish I was born to you, Amma.”

“You are still like my son, Kumar,” saying that she kissed his fingers. “Lex is lucky to be birthed, bathed, brought up and fed by you, Amma. You’re such a wonderful person.” He paused, taking a deep breath.

“If you were born to me, I would have done all of that to you, too,” she said caringly. “All of that?” he exclaimed. My mom said, “Unfortunately, I can’t do those now, you see.” Mischievously, Kumar replied, “But you could still do some of them, nah!”

“What bathe you?” my mom giggled. “No, no. But you can still feed me,” he continued. “What do you mean?” she asked, her curiosity piqued. “Well, you know what I mean, Amma.” My mom looked at him carefully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Kumar, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. Besides, I don’t think I could produce milk anymore.”

“Oh, come on, Amma. It’s not about the milk. I want to feel you as my mother. I want to feel that closeness, that bond.” His voice was pleading, and the vulnerability in his eyes made her heart ache.

He added, “Besides, no one is going to come to your office this late. You do your work, and I’ll lie on your lap. We’ll be fine.”

My mom still thinks him innocent, and he wants her as a mother. So she said, “Fine. But I must keep working. Just lie on my lap, and we can do this. But make sure you’re quiet so I can concentrate on my work, too.” Hearing that, Kumar took his camera and started filming the whole scene from another angle.

He lowered himself and lay on my mom’s lap. “Just like that, Kumar. Relax and close your eyes,” she said softly, gently stroking his hair. As he closed his eyes, she felt a wave of tenderness wash over her. She continued working, making sure to keep one hand on the keyboard and the other on the mouse.

Kumar pulled my mom’s pallu off her shoulders and slowly caressed her right boob over her blouse. He started to move his fingers in circles, massaging it gently. My mom, surprised, didn’t react immediately. She wanted to know if this was just a harmless gesture or if it was part of his plan.

She continued to work, her heart racing. Kumar continued to massage her breast. He moved his hand lower, cupping her warmth through her blouse. His fingers teased her, circling her nipple, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt in a long time.

It sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. He then unbuttoned her blouse slowly, revealing her black lacy bra. His fingers continued their dance, teasing her, making it impossible for her to concentrate on her work. The bra hook was inside the back of her blouse.

Kumar said, “Amma, can you take off your blouse, please? I want to see your bra properly,” he whispered. My mom hesitated, torn between her desire to indulge him and her need to maintain her professional demeanour.

Finally, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp’ Sliding the blouse off her shoulders and started to work on her computer. Kumar reached for her bra hook behind her and unhooked it. Slowly pulling the lacy fabric down and exposing her breasts to the cool air in the room.

He was amazed to see those nicely rounded tits still stiff and erect as his ex-girlfriend’s. He buried his face in them, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it gently while still caressing her with his other hand. My mom arched her back, moaning as pleasure coursed through her body.

Her fingers trembled on the keyboard, making it difficult for her to type. She tried to focus on her work. But the sensations Kumar was creating were too overwhelming. Kumar was holding the camera in one hand, recording the scene, while with the other, he was playing with my mom’s breasts.

He started to tease her nipples, sucking on one and rolling the other between his fingers. The sensation was too much for her to bear. She let out a moan, her hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. She tried to focus on her work, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Kumar’s touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. As he continued to pleasure her, Kumar whispered, “Amma, I want you to feed me. I want your milk. I want to taste it on my tongue.” My mom was taken aback by his request.

But the sensations he had created in her body were too powerful to ignore. She hesitantly brought her nipple to his lips and placed it in his mouth. He suckled hungrily, moaning with pleasure as he felt her warmth fill his mouth.

My mom closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations Kumar was creating as he sucked on her nipple. His hands remained busy, caressing her other breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb. The mixture of pleasure and the need to maintain her professional demeanour made it difficult for her to concentrate.

She tried to ignore the moans coming from Kumar’s throat as he enjoyed her milk. But the sounds only served to heighten her arousal. Her fingers were shivering over the keyboard, making it increasingly difficult for her to type.

She took her hand and started caressing his hair, giving him a soft massage as he continued to suck on her breast. Kumar, feeling her touch, looked up at her with a satisfied smile. “That feels good, Amma. You are so soft and warm. Your milk is so sweet.”

He moved his head, taking her other breast into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. My mom arched her back, moaning softly as he worked on her sensitive nipple. Her hand was gently running through his hair, urging him to continue.

She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him suckle her breasts like this. It was making her body ache for more. Kumar was twisting and turning her nipple with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. My mom’s milk was overflowing from his mouth.

He continued to suckle her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple. She moaned softly, her hips rocking against his hand as he expertly teased her sensitive flesh. His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer, and she willingly arched into his touch.

The sensation of his warm, strong body against hers was overwhelming. She could feel herself growing increasingly aroused. Kumar took her hand and guided it to his crotch. My mom was shocked to feel the bulge. “What is this, Kumar!”

He smiled mischievously and whispered, “Want to know what it is? Just take it out and see for yourself, Amma.” Blushing furiously, she tentatively reached down and unzipped his pants. His erection sprang forth, already rock-hard and pre-cum leaking from the tip. She stared at the 8-inch cock in disbelief.

Kumar grinned, “Go on, Amma. Touch it. Feel how hard it is for me.” Her hand trembling, she wrapped it around his shaft, marvelling at the size and weight of it. He moaned softly, arching his back into her touch. “Oh, that feels so good, Amma. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a woman’s touch.”

He reached up with his free hand and cupped her breast, squeezing it roughly. The combination of pain and pleasure sent a shiver through her body. “This is not the little boy you used to know, is it Amma?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. “No, it’s not,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The feel of his hard cock in her hand, the taste of her milk on his tongue. The way he was looking at her with such desire. It was all so overwhelming.

She couldn’t believe she was even considering what came next. Kumar let go of her boob and got up from her lap with a mouthful of my mommy’s milk. He offered his lips to her. He wanted her to taste it. She hesitantly opened her lips, kissed and drank a little of her warm milk from his mouth.

It was the most erotic thing she’d ever tasted. Her heart was racing, and her body ached for more. He then took my mom’s face in his hands, parted her lips with his lips, and slowly kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths.

My mom, half-naked in her office, hugging and kissing her son’s best friend. He is nearly half her age. Being recorded, she was in a haze of lust and desire. She was so turned on by the feel of his hard cock in her hand and the taste of her milk on his lips.

He kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding against hers. She felt a newfound sense of power and longing. She moaned into his kiss. Her body arched into his as their tongues danced together. Kumar, “I want my cock to feel your lips also, Amma.”

He placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her toward his hard dick. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of desire and fear. “This is wrong, Kumar. We shouldn’t be doing this. I never did this even to my husband,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“I know, I know,” he murmured, slowly making her kneel before him. His hand gently cupped her cheek. He looked into her eyes, the desire and love in them mirroring his own. “But I need this, Amma. I need you to understand how much I want this.” His voice was husky, pleading, and it made her heart ache.

She felt a sting in her eyes as she looked at him, his expression so vulnerable and open. Holding her chin, Kumar brought his tip closer to her lips. She could feel the heat and smell the leaking pre-cum. Her heart was pounding as she brushed his tip slightly on her lips.

“Just give him a kiss, Amma,” he whispered, “just a tiny kiss.” She hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his gaze and the hardness of his cock. Slowly, she gave a kiss, soft and gentle, to the tip of his erection as he moaned softly. “Yeah, just like that. Now put your tongue out and taste me.”

He let go of her chin and held his cock more firmly, guiding her lips over the head of his dick. My mom tentatively extended her tongue and tasted the pre-cum on his tip. It was salty and sweet, and it sent a shiver through her body. He cleaned his precum with her tongue and slowly parted her lips with his cock.

Kumar began to fuck her mouth, thrusting his hips forward as he held her head in place. “Oh god, Amma. That’s it. Suck on it,” he groaned. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him deep inside her mouth, his cock sliding against her tongue.

She wrapped her lips around him, taking more of him into her mouth, and began to bob her head up and down in time with his thrusts. Her desire was overwhelming, and she found herself wanting more and more of him. Their moans filled the room as their bodies moved in a rhythm of passion and need.

Kumar’s hand got hold of her bun hair and started to face-fuck my mom. He was holding the camera and recording my mom sucking his dick like a cheap whore. He fucked her face faster and harder, his hips slamming into her mouth, his balls tightening.

My mom’s throat stretched and flexed around him, taking him deeper and deeper. Her tongue swirling around his shaft. Her head was thrown back. Her eyes closed tightly. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as she tasted him, felt him, and took him all in.

The muscles in her jaw and neck stood out as she worked to deep-throat him. Her hands clutched at his hips, her nails digging into his skin. Kumar’s grip on her hair was firm, his movements erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It was clear that he was close to cumming.

As he felt his release building, he pulled out of her mouth and guided her onto her back on the office table. Her eyes were wide with desire as she watched him, her lips swollen and red from their passionate kisses. He positioned himself between her legs, his erect cock pointing at her wet entrance.

“No, Kumar,” before she could finish her protest, he thrust into her, his hips slamming forward. He buried his cock to the hilt. His whole 8-inch cock disappeared into her as my mom arched her back, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips.

Kumar began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm as he fucked her. He gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging into her skin, and held her steady as he took her hard and fast. My mom’s breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into the table beneath her.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, echoing off the walls and mingling with their gasps and moans. She felt the familiar tugging sensation in her abdomen. He reached deep inside her, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear. She arched her back off the table, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her hips rose to meet each of his thrusts, their bodies in perfect sync as they moved together in a frenzy of passion.

Kumar then climbed onto the table and lay on my mom, pinning her arms above her head with his weight. His cock slid in and out of her as he began to fuck her harder. Her body was moving in rhythm with his, their skin slapping together in a wet, primal dance.

He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it roughly as he continued to thrust into her. My mom arched her back, moaning his name as the pleasure built inside her. She felt the familiar tightening in her abdomen. With a cry of release, she cum, her body shuddering beneath him.

Kumar felt her orgasm trigger his own. With a hoarse cry and a deep thrust, he started to cum so deep inside her. His sperm exploded directly into her womb. He was shaking and still releasing his load even after several minutes as if he was about to cum again.

My mom was hugging him tightly against her breast while he was still inside her. “That was amazing,” she gasped, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I can’t believe we just did that.” Kumar leaned down and kissed her cheek, his cock still twitching inside her. “I know,” he whispered. “But it felt so good.”

He pulled out of her slowly. My mom could feel the last remnants of him slipping out of her as she watched his cock slide across her pussy. Kumar collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. “Wow,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

She stroked his hair, running her fingers through it. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “We both needed this.” They lay together for a few moments, catching their breath. Kumar propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “I can’t believe I never noticed before.”

My mom blushed and looked away. “Oh, Kumar, you’re just saying that.” He reached out and traced her jawline with his finger, tilting her chin up to face him. “No, I mean it. You’re stunning.” She couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through her at his words.

They lay together in silence for a while longer, lost in each other’s gaze. Finally, Kumar pulled her into his arms and kissed her again, softly this time. He took the camera and shot a selfie of them naked and said, “This is the best send-off gift ever, Amma.” He smiled at her and kissed her again.

My mom replied naughtily, “Well, your flight is only tomorrow night!” They both giggled and caressed each other for a while, and then they got dressed up. Kumar then dropped my mom at our house, waved at me, and left.

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