Mallu MILF Asha – Part 6

Hello, My Dear Readers. It has been some time since I published stories from this series. Thank you for all the suggestions, and waiting patiently.

Like many of you have pointed out, I agree that the narration is a bit slow. But I feel that is also among the positives of the story. I believe it is the leisurely pace that makes the reader feel for the character, Asha, and sometimes also crave for her.

The 6th episode part too follows a similar pattern, with Asha waking up after her gangbang nightmare. This is an immediate continuation of the happenings in the earlier parts, and reading them first may make this more exciting.

Happy Reading!

It was well past 8:00 am when I woke up. I was too tired and did not even hear my alarm at 6:00 am ring. Sequences from the dream had filled my mind, and I was still not fully in my senses. I had still not fully recovered from the shock.

Though I was excited, the forced gangbang by the boys, in the hostel, had disturbed me. And regardless of the fact it was just a dream, I felt like my holes had been ravaged.

I had slept naked, and as I got myself out of my bed, I wrapped myself with a towel I picked from my wardrobe. I was too tired to put on anything else. My hair was still wet.

It was a pink colored towel, my husband, Anil, had once bought me, with the word ‘QUEEN’ printed on it. Looking myself in the mirror, and in my slutty state of mind, I could only read it as ‘WHORE’.

I still had one more day before my son, Sanjay, was home. I had not eaten anything since the last morning and decided to have a quick breakfast. I opened the fridge to be greeted by the familiar sight of frozen sausage packets. My husband, Anil, and my daughter, Shwetha, loved them.

I had never tried sausages, before, but today I just could not stop myself from grabbing a packet of it. I was going to eat it for the first time. But more than the thought of how it would taste, I was curious about the shape and size of it. They were cut in lengths of 6 inches and looked exactly like a man’s penis to me.

Taking one piece out of the packet, I enjoyed feeling the cold meat in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around it, and my corrupted mind wanted me to start sucking it. I pushed the entire length of it inside my mouth, almost gagging myself.

I feasted on it for more than 10 minutes, before I finally ate it, without even bothering to cook it. I even wanted to put the thick piece of sausages inside my pussy, but rightly said no.

However, I did not stop myself from wondering if my sons, Sanjay and Roshan, would love to eat the meat, using my yummy pussy juice as a dip. I knew they hated frozen sausages, just like me. But their mother’s hot fluids could make anything taste better.

My mind felt so corrupted, even food seemed to turn me on. I was starting to find sex in everything. Though I was never into social media, I did have a Facebook account I last accessed weeks ago. For some reason, I felt attracted to the thought of logging in to it.

The moment I opened Facebook, I realized I was flooded with friend requests, mostly from men and boys. I went through the whole list of requests I received and noticed requests from husbands and sons of my neighbors were left pending for months.

And on further inspection, I saw 4 haunting faces on the list. Kevin, Nitin, Rashid, and Amal – the boys from the hostel. The very same guys I had dreamed about getting gangbanged by.

I had seen their requests long back, but I just did not care. So, that is how I knew all their names. I had never talked to them before. But their faces and names were always there in my subconscious mind. I felt a little relieved that I had solved at-least a part of the nightmare mystery.

“But, why them? I could have dreamed about anybody defiling me. Why these 4 boys? Is it a sign? Was I being told they are secretly craving for me?” I had no idea what was the reason behind my rough wet dream nightmare, and it was bothering me. I had enjoyed it, more than just a bit, but I was unsettled.

I started going through their profiles, scrolling through pictures and their friend’s lists. And I was immediately taken aback to see Bincy and Nita as mutual friends.

Especially after everything, the boys said on what exactly they felt about Bincy, and other mature mothers, in my dream yesterday. Even Sudha was friends with the boys.

I had very few friends on Facebook, and in real too. Bincy and Nita were my neighbors, and I was close to them. All three of us loved our husbands dearly, and I felt that was the major common factor among us. And honestly, I did not expect them to be in touch with other men or even boys.

Nita was a strong woman, and very straight forward. Bincy mostly was childish. I felt they both had very similar body structures, but they just dressed differently. They both had big sagging boobs.

While Beena used tight push-up bras to give herself a solid figure, Nita walked around with saggy tits, under her loose regular bras.

I changed tabs and was now looking into my almost empty photo gallery. I was tagged in only two photos, and one did not even have me.

They were old photos, both taken more than a year ago. The first one was a picture with 6 friends of mine. The second one was of me with my sister-in-law and cousin sister.

My 6 friends – Suhana, Deepa, Laila, Suchitra, Meera and Suja- were all richer than me. I felt lucky they considered me a good friend.

Our husbands were schoolmates, and that is how we first bonded. We are all part of a Whatsapp group named ’Hungry Moms’. Where the 6 shared adult jokes, and sometimes even talked dirty. I was the least active in the group. staying away from their lust-filled chats and fantasies.

The picture was taken when the 6 mothers, all above 40, went on a ladies-only trip, to Goa. And was shot with them in the swimming pool. They told their husbands they had rented a private villa.

But in reality, they stayed in one of the many villas inside a posh property and used a common pool. All the villas were occupied, and there were a lot of people around – young bachelors, mostly.

Suja and Meera wore one-piece swimsuits, while Suhana and Laila wore burkinis. Suchitra and Deepa wore round neck t-shirts. The picture was a long-range shot and did not give the viewer a lot to be excited about.

I had seen the complete set of pictures, shared in the group. This was definitely the least scandalous picture from the holiday, carefully hiding their exposed assets.

Suja, a Christian, was the most modern among them, and she swam regularly in the pool, in her apartment complex. She was used to the skin-show, and easily pulled-off her white halter swimsuit.

Meera, though, from a conservative background, was very much influenced by her husband’s modern family. She was a little uncomfortable but still looked fucking hot in a red tank swimsuit.

Suhana and Laila, both Muslims, acted conservative, traditional and religious, but in reality, they were the sluttiest, of the lot. Their full sleeve burkinis were only hip length. The back stuck in between their ass cheeks like a thong, causing their butts to bulge out.

Suchitra and Deepa were a lot more chubby than the others, and wore white t-shirts that read ‘Young Boys Love Plump Women’. Suchitra’s red bra was very evident through her certainly thin wet t-shirt. And, though Deepa’s top looked much thicker, she wore no bra and her huge boobs sagged.

The 6 mothers had decided that this would be the trip, they leave their rump on display. While the rest looked teasingly seductive, Suchitra and Deepa had dared to wear only white-colored regular cotton panties below their waist.

And each time they got in and out of the water, everybody had a view of their almost naked ass and pussy. They were getting a lot of attention. Honestly, after listening to everything they had done during the trip, I felt they would have even considered a physical intrusion as a pleasing experience.

They spent a lot of money on clothes, makeup, and hair, always wanting to be at their best self.

Suja had medium-toned skin and was known for her hot bulky figure. She used expensive creams on her body, and her face and skin shined, all day long. She loved having her son’s friends home. And understandably, all of them found it impossible to not imagine her busty boobs bounce.

Meera was fair and mostly wore simple clothes. She had the ability to allure men, with just a tight sleeveless kurti, showing off her sweaty armpits.

All of her son’s friends agreed in unison that Meera’s perfect curvy body had to be considered as a standard to rate all the other MILFs. And of course, they loved the black mole just above her bust.

Suhana had a petite figure, but also had great assets she managed to hide well, in front of her husband’s family. She hated using a hijab and flaunted her golden-brown hair. If her firm boobs weren’t enough to get her fapped to, her hot heart-shaped booty was easily the best ass in town.

Her perfect body proved very useful in getting her excellent life partners. She had earlier eloped, and married a very rich Christian guy, before divorcing him. She then wedded her current, less rich, Muslim husband, who was also a relative of her and always wanted to marry her.

Suhana’s first husband was open-minded. Though her second husband was very orthodox, he gave her a lot of freedom. Because she was used to it, and he did not want to be looked down upon by her.

Laila had a rectangle-shaped body, and walked around with a hijab, whatever the occasion. She mostly wore loose tops and cotton pants, even though her husband was liberal.

She did well to not let her young daughter’s husband imagine her naked. But he found the thought of having her suck his meat, wearing a hijab, more exciting.

Suchitra was thick, voluptuous and a real tease. And also equally dominating. She dressed raunchily, often making her husband look like a cuck.

Anybody could guess she had a big pair of milk tankers, and her a Brazilian ass begged to be spanked. And for those who still did not find her desirable, she posted photos of her in sarees, exposing a lot of her creamy fleshy belly, and also in tight tops revealing her inviting cleavage.

Deepa was super-rich, but could also be called super fat. She made up for her oversized body, carrying high-end bags and wrapping herself in luxurious scarfs.

She, however, had sexy hair and loved slim young boys, always hitting on them. And though a little too obnoxious, her nephew is rumored to have gifted her a dildo, for her birthday.

None of them ever slept around, but always enjoyed giving their horny admirers a ‘hard’ time, and getting wet, in the process.

The second picture had me and my sisters-in-law, Megha and Sheeba, posing during a wedding, along with my cousin, Divya.

I always felt I looked hot enough to demand sensual attention. But, that day, among us, I seemed the least sultry, wearing a simple black set of kurti and tights. I was however surprised the straps of my maroon bra were visible.

Megha was younger than all of us and spent a decent amount of time in the gym. She was slimmer than me but still had an hourglass-shaped body, with ripe melons and a bubble butt.

She was a partner in her family business and traveled frequently to Delhi and Mumbai. And she had a great dressing sense, that matched the glamour of North Indian actresses.

The wedding was her nephew’s. Megha looked smoking hot in a red backless choli, that could very well be called a bustier bralette, and a yellow lehenga.

Sheeba was a housewife, just like me. But, more easy going and jovial. She gets the most attention among us, for her obviously chunky body. She was busty, had wide hips and a lot of flesh in her back. Dressed in a sea-green colored traditional saree, her boobs appeared to be popping out of her tight blouse.

Divya was a lecturer, in a boys’ college. I remember how the other two used to tease her, saying all the boys in her class would be having dirty fantasies about her. She was tall, curvy and hot. And in a transparent well-draped orange saree, exposed her deep navel.

All of these mature women only had as much libido as me, but they had never lived wanting their husbands to be the only person to truly own them. They often pleased themselves watching porn, touching their pleasure spots thinking of other men, and sometimes even doing a little harmless flirting.

They enjoyed being turned on by another man. And, today, I felt even I belonged to the same category.

I was now reading the messages in my Inbox. I had ‘hi’ and ‘hello’ texts from almost every male I knew. It included colleagues of my husband, friends of my sons, and even a few of their teachers.

Even the owner of the supermarket, in our neighborhood, I used to buy groceries from, and the aged watchman at the boys’ hostel was on the list. They had all taken the time to find and ping me on Facebook.

I even had a few messages from strangers commenting on my physical appearance and dressing. My Facebook profile picture had me in a light pink cotton saree and matching blouse. Men found great pleasure in calling me ‘sexy’. On closer observation, I realized my curves were easily noticeable and my lips looked lusty.

Still, what overwhelmed me the most were the texts from my longtime friend’s son, Arjun. I was already friends with Arjun on Facebook, and he had also wished me on my birthday last year. That was the only conversation we had.

But this time, he had dared to tell me that he thinks I had the exact looks and figure of a pornstar, Julianne Anna. And he wished to be blessed with the sight of me in my purest form, someday.

I felt harassed, and angry, initially. I was very sure he had crossed the line, and I just did not like it. Only to realize my hungry body begged to differ, exactly as my moist mature pussy started to suggest.

His mother, Lathika, was my dearest friend during my college days. We were still in touch, and I had always heard her tell me, how much the girls liked Arjun. She had once even told me that he had been hanging out late with women much older than him.

It was obvious he was getting laid, and I was started to find pride in the fact that he had considered me like a hot MILF, who would do him a lot of good. I just couldn’t stop myself from thinking about being one of his sexual partners. He would fill all night long.

I was losing control over my mind, again, and my fingers felt forced towards my craving love-hole. I was still wrapped in a towel, that just about covered my upper thighs. And my left hand was finding it’s way inside when I heard the doorbell ring.

To Be Continued.

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