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Hello readers, my name is Ashish. Here is a story about my step mom and me. I felt it was necessary to add a lot of story for you to relate. Hope you guys like. I was born in a wealthy business class family, being the only son - I got everything I asked for. My father had two factories in Karimnagar and lived there with my mom. I absolutely hated that place even though we had a huge bungalow and 4 people employed through the day to help out at home.

I moved to Hyderabad for my intermediate and Bangalore for my Graduation. Even though I had a lot of money, I never wasted it. I always was money minded and invested in shares and insurances. While I was in the first year of my graduation, I got news that my mom was down with a bad case of headache and was in the hospital.

By the time I got to the hospital, we learnt that she had a tumor and we had to operate her. We were planning to take her to a big hospital in Hyderabad the next day but tragically we lost her that night. Since then I always blamed my father for not taking good care of her and swore never to talk to him or do anything with his money and promised I’d pay back everything he gave me when I start earning.

I went back to Bangalore and sold a few shares and started to fund my own education. I moved into a hostel to cut costs. I never picked calls or read the letters that my father had sent for me. About a year later, I heard from a family friend that my father had remarried one of my distant relatives and was expecting a baby. I was anything but happy about this.

A year later, I finished my graduation planned of learning journalism at an Australian University and realized I needed a police clearance certificate and also did not have the originals of my birth certificate. I had to make a trip back to my father’s house to get them. I called and spoke to his new wife Kamini and heard that everyone was happy that I was coming back; I hung up before my father came to the phone.

My plan was to reach the house on a Saturday morning and leave that same night or as soon as I got the originals. I got to the train station and saw a few guys waiting for me to escort me home. It was about a half hour journey to the estate. We reached there and there were about 15 people waiting for me.

After hugging and greeting everyone I noticed my father - he was half of what I remember seeing him last. I heard he was really sick too and used a wheelchair to go around. I was feeling very sorry for treating him and the rest of the family like this. I kept looking around for my step mom and did not see anyone who looked like she could be her.

I noticed this one woman in her late twenties who was dressed better than the rest in a blue sari and thought she might not be her. She was well built and had a nice gait about herself - she treated the people around the house very well and was very sweet with me. I was soon introduced and surprised to learn that she was indeed my Step mom.

We had lunch and I sat with my father for a while and answered a lot of questions - I apologized for not being able to recover from mother’s death and argued how he could marry someone so soon? He answered that his health was deteriorating and that he needed someone to take care of him and his brothers had got him married to Kamini to keep him company.

Kamini’s first husband died a year into her marriage of a heart disease, I vaguely remember her when I was a kid, and she was a sister of one of my friends. I do remember there were a lot of elder guys from colleges who tried their best to impress her. I figured I would sleep and work on the certificates the next day.

I went into my room and noticed everything was setup differently from when I was here; it seemed as if someone else was using my room. I did not complain - I lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. I was on the phone with my girlfriend when I heard a knock - Kamini came in with some tea. I pointed her to put them on the table. She did and stood there.

I hung up on the phone and started talking to her. She explained that she had moved everything from my room and made it the guest room and that all my stuff was in the locked cupboard in the corner - she handed the keys to me. I walked to the cupboard and opened it. I could see from the corner of my eyes that she was still standing there.

I opened and saw my old computer stacked up in a corner with my old books, my CD collection and right in front of everything was my little porn magazine collection. Some old debonair’s and a few foreign extreme magazines - I stood there staring at them and then looked back at the door - Kamini was still standing there.

It seemed as if everything else was still in dust except the magazines. I asked her did you go through these in a rough mean voice – she turned and walked out of the door calmly. I banged the cupboard shut and went back to bed. I could not sleep well that night. The next morning, I went to the panchayat office to get some birth certificate and the police station to get a clearance certificate done.

Long story short, I did not move to Australia but did a 2 year diploma in Arts and Media in Bangalore and towards the end of my course I heard the news of my father passing away. I flew back by the next flight I got and paid my respects to him and stayed at his property for a week. A few days after the burial, the advocate came home and read a copy of the will to me.

As much as I did not expect anything - I was really surprised to see that my father had left a big chunk of his money and property for me and very little for my step mother and their son. She obviously seemed very upset at this and I asked her if she wanted the whole thing because I did not care much about this property anyways.

She seemed like a head strong woman and said no and that she was satisfied with what she had. I heard some gossip about how Kamini did not treat my father well in his last days and that my father was actually trying to get rid of her before he died. I was a little worried about that but knew I did not do much to take care of him and hence did not have the right to blame her.

My stay came to an end; I gave instructions to my father’s trusted people and promised to come back soon. I finished my course and packed to come back to Nizamabad to take care of family business. My girlfriend dumped me because she did not want to get married and settle down in a town.

Even though I asked for the guys not to make a big deal of my return, I walked into a huge party to honor my return. I heard from one of the workers that it was my Kamini who arranged for this get together. The next few weeks was crazy, I was woken up by step mom who made me breakfast and I was driven off to the factories.

It took me a while to understand the intricate workings but because of the trusted people who worked for us. I did not have much to worry about. Very soon I was managing the life pretty well. There were a lot of times I wished there was a club or a music scene here but the insurgency and all the young people moving to the big cities to study or work hardly left any scope for entertainment.

Every evening around 6 I was done with work and had nothing to do most of the time. Someone suggested I get married but I knew I was not ready. Meanwhile, my Stepmom Kamini was almost acting like my wife. She was only about 6 years elder to me. She stood by me during breakfast and dinner.

She sometimes got me milk before I slept off and arranged to wash and iron my clothes without asking me if they really needed to be. One day, I was back home a little late in the evening and I noticed Kamini was at the hand grinder and making some idli batter for the next day. She had her sari tied around her and was squatting on the floor bending forward and checking the consistency of the batter.

I stood at the door and watched her for a minute. She did have a good figure and no fat at all. I walked along the wall and stood in front of her and asked her what we were having for dinner, She stood up and her cleavage was now about 2 feet away from me - they were the most beautiful and round formation I had ever seen. I stood there transfixed staring at her boobs.

When she covered herself is when I realized how pathetic I was to look at my own stepmom's breasts. Later that night we all sat down for dinner and she was her usual self, calm and quiet and spoke only when asked for. I kept staring at her very often to read her mind and could not catch a single thing - every time her eyes caught mine,

she would give me a look with a question and I could not do anything but immediately look away. There are two bathrooms on the ground floor; one was attached to the master bedroom where Kamini and my father used and one outside my room. The next morning I had brushed and washed up and was leaving in my towel and noticed Kamini sitting at the dining table in the front room cutting vegetables,

her son was sitting on the table and playing with toys. I walked upto the little fellow and started to sweet talk him. He seemed to like it, I picked him up and went into my room and gave him a chocolate bar I had saved on for a few days now. It was all gooey but the kid seemed to like it. I went to the corner of the room where my clothes were and stared to put my boxer shorts on without taking my towel off.

Two seconds after I pulled the towel off, Kamini walked into my room and saw me in my boxers with a small bulge. She dashed across the room picked up her son and left the room. I was embarrassed, I put on some clothes and was checking my email when Kamini walked back in and gave me some tea.

She was walking away and I reached and held her wrist and asked her to sit down in my broken telugu. She sat on the edge of the bed, and turned my chair towards her, held her hand in mine and continued - I know you do a lot for me, but if you want anything more than what you get now. Just let me know.

I was not sure if she understood what I really meant by it, but she gave me a smile and said thanks and left the room. I knew I had to be smart to not show my affection for Kamini in public because people will start talking. I went into the city for a few days on business and bought a nice pearl necklace and a nice saree for Kamini and some cloth pieces for her son.

I also bought some nice lingerie but did not give it to her the day I got back. The night I got back, everyone was in bed. I was still working out a plan to give her the things I bought when Kamini came to the door and said that she was going to sleep and if I needed anything before I went to bed too. I asked her to get me a glass of hot milk.

She came back a few minutes later and I exchanged the milk for the package. She was really happy and liked everything, she especially liked it that I got her son also something. She was running her hands on the saree when she looked up and her eyes were moist and she said - I have never got a gift before.

Even though your father was a nice man - towards his last days he was losing his memory and did not recognize me. She explained how her first husband also died of sickness and she believes she is cursed and would never get to marry again. I did not know what to say back, I felt sad for her, I walked up to her and pushed her head to my chest and patted her back.

The saree fell in between us a few seconds later right before she reached out and hugged me back. We stood like that for what seemed like an eternity. She broke the hug and picked up her stuff and left the room. That day onwards, I took a little more liberty in talking and behaving around her. She also seemed to like me more.

She made me go back and change out of clothes she did not like, she stood next to me till I finished my dinner. Her son Akash also seemed to like me a lot, most nights he would come in to my room and sleep with me till his mother took him away. One such day, she had come to my room to pickup her son and noticed me in my shorts without a shirt.

She said, why do you sleep without your shirt ? I said it was more comfortable this way. I asked her if she had ever thought of wearing night gowns or something more simple when she sleeps too. She said she had never thought of it. I went into my suitcase and got out two pairs of black night gowns I had picked up for her in Hyderabad and gave them to her.

She opened one and felt the smoothness of the linen and gasped and said she liked it but hopes no one saw her in them. I asked her to wear any one of them and come show me. She smiled and left the room. One of them was of knee length but the other should be upto her ankle, I waited anxiously but she seemed to be taking a long time.

I was dying of anxiety, I walked to her room and knocked and asked her if everything was fine. She said, none of them have any sleeves and are low neck. I said its going to be fine and asked her to come out. She kept quiet and I was almost sounding desperate. She finally came out with a smile but she had a towel to cover her shoulders and cleavage, I smiled back and asked her to do a 360 turn.

She blushed and did it. The curves were almost hugging her body. I asked her how does it feel - she replied nice. I reached out and felt just the fabric and said - wow, it should feel nice under it. She nodded. I ran my hands over the fabric on her waist and she stood there looking at the floor not reacting. I moved both my hands over her dress.

She murmured something, I did not ask her to repeat but reached out and lifted the towel off her shoulder. She slightly resisted but I pulled at it slowly and it came off. She did not have a bra under it. The shape of her breasts were blatantly visible through that dress, the nipples were hard, almost tearing at the material.

Even though I was not a virgin, I did not know where to start. I lifted her chin up towards me and kissed her lips really softly. She tried to turn away but I held her waist tightly and kissed her a little hard on her lips again. She was not kissing me back and her left hand was holding my arm while her left hand was pushing my chest. I pushed her to the wall and kept kissing her while rubbing my hands over her body.

A minute had passed and she gave in, I felt her suck and bite at my lips and run her hands through my hair and my back. I pushed my body towards her and she pushed herself at me. It was almost like a wrestling match. I pushed her into her room and kissed all the way to her bed.

I gently pushed her on it and went at kissing her neck and ears, soon she pushed me to the side and got on top of me and started to kiss all over my face and my neck. I was still shirtless and she dug her nails into my chest and kissed and roughly sucked on my nipples. My face was burning and my nipples were hurting. It was as if I had let out a crazy horny woman out of a box.

Her left boob was out and I reached out and pulled her close to suck on it, she let out a loud moan. I said shhh to make sure the servants sleeping outside the building dont wake up. She did not seem to care, I continued to suck on the boobs and ran my hands over her ass. I slid my fingers under her panty to reach her pussy - it was slimy and her panties were soaking wet.

I rubbed her pussy lips and she brought her legs together. I kept sucking her left boob and realized she was having an orgasm, she held my head tightly and almost broke my hand with the grip on her legs while she went into convulsions. She was a little easier to handle after that, she seemed much more relaxed too.

I realized that her son was lying fast asleep on the same bed. I got up and signaled her to go back to my room. She followed me like a zombie. As soon as she walked in my door, I reached out and locked the door behind her. I hugged her and started kissing all over her face and neck, she was a little sweaty but it was just adding fuel to my fire.

I pulled the nightgown off her and stared at the most beautiful pair of breasts ever. I sucked on them and she kept rubbing my head. I pushed her on my bed and got her panties off. I kneeled down next to the bed and lifted her legs up, positioned my face at her crotch and took a long whiff of her vagina. She smelt so strong like country liquor.

I licked her gently and she was quivering every time my tongue touched her. She kept whispering what I was doing, but at the same time had her fingers running through my hair. I switched to sucking at her clit and noticed she would arch up every few seconds to see what I was doing and then fall back on the bed, I held tightly to her waist and took her whole pussy in my mouth and started to suck it.

She kept thrashing on the bed and pulling at my hair while muffling her own moans and letting out a few screams. She pushed my face away with all her strength and in telugu said - stop, please stop. I pulled back and saw her curl up on the bed, I got up and lay next to her and hugged her tightly. I started to rub my crotch on her ass.

She turned my way and started to rub her thighs on my leg. I pulled my shorts along with my inner wear down and she gasped when she saw my tool spring back up and hit my belly. She stared back at it, I took her hand and placed it on my dick. She was clueless, she did not know what to do with it. I asked her to suck it, she stared at me blankly.

I pushed her face gently down to my crotch and she did a lousy attempt on sucking it. But she seemed very interested in it, she kept looking up at me to see if anything she was doing was feeling good to me. I smiled at her and showed her how she could run her hand up and down on my dick, and sucked her finger.

She almost grabbed my dick back eagerly and tried the same, she was kind of rough with it but most certainly was getting me going. I got up a little later and pushed her on the bed, I got my unused 10 pack durex performa's out, put one on and parted her legs. She was breathing heavily, I did not have any lube but slowly pushed the head of my dick into her, she whimpered painfully and asked me to stop.

I bent down and put some saliva on and around her love hole and slid my head in my second attempt. She was really tight, I spread her legs and pushed in a little more. I asked her if it was hurting, she said yes with a nod. I pulled out and put one finger in and out and soon made it two. I put some more saliva and slowly pushed my way in, she seemed much more comfortable this time.

I pushed all the way in real slow. For the next few minutes, I hugged her, kissed her neck and locked lips while I slowly pumped in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and moved in in rhythm. Very soon she was whispering me to go a little faster, I obliged. I picked up pace and she tightly shut her eyes and moaned.

I was feeling like my legs were giving up under me, I had never felt so good in my entire life. I kept going and slowly picked up the pace. We both were in throes of pleasure. I could feel my dick pulse as I rammed into her and Kamini just held onto me like her life depended on it. I could feel the burn of her fingers digging deep into my neck and my back.

She also bit me a few times to muffle her screams. I could not make sense if it was the pain that was being a pleasure of it was the sex itself. But I knew that I had never felt so much pleasure at a time. She rose up like a zombie and made a loud whistle like sound and had her orgasm again. This time it was different, it was like a water ballon broke open between us.

She dripped all along my legs for a good minute while I continued ramming her continuously. My orgasm was just around the corner, I pushed her on the bed and pulled out and squirted over her thighs - I came like a jet. I rubbed myself on her legs and she just lay here with a broad smile on her face. We hugged and slept that night like little kids.

Next morning I was woken up with a nice hot cuppa with the newspaper, she was all dressed up. her hair was tied up in a bun and was still wet from her shower. I pulled her into bed but only stole a few kisses that morning, I dreamt of her all day at the factories. That night we made love till we lost count of our orgasms.

Sadly we could not continue it as often for long, I married a lady from a rich family later that year but still fucked my mother in law whenever she wanted to. Its been years since we've kept the secret. Her son is in college now and I have two daughters in high school. hope you guys liked this story, write to me here if you do.

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