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Desire Unleashed: A Forbidden Affair ( MY INDIAN MARATHI MOM GET FUCKED & PREGNENT BY DADS BOSS IN COVID LOCKDOWN WITHOUT CONDOM)
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Vaishali, a 39-year-old Indian mother, was known for her voluptuous figure, fair skin, and big, bountiful breasts that filled out her saris perfectly. She lived with her 18-year-old son, Aryan, and her husband, who worked under the strict supervision of Mr. Bhosale, a powerful and demanding boss. The COVID-19 lockdown had kept them confined to their home, creating a tense and heated atmosphere.
One day, Mr. Bhosale called to check up on Vaishali's husband. She answered the phone, her voice soft and inviting. "Hello, Mr. Bhosale. This is Vaishali. How are you?"
"Vaishali," he replied, his voice deep and authoritative. "I hope you're staying safe. I've been worried about your husband."
"He's doing well, thank you. It's been tough, but we're managing."
Over the following days, Mr. Bhosale began calling more frequently, always making sure to ask about Vaishali's well-being. She found his attention flattering and soon began to look forward to his calls. One evening, he suggested, "Vaishali, I would like to see you. Just to make sure you're okay. I could come by, maintain social distance, of course."
Vaishali hesitated, then agreed. "That would be nice, Mr. Bhosale. I'll prepare some tea."
When he arrived, Vaishali greeted him at the door, dressed in a traditional sari that clung to her curves. She could see the admiration in his eyes as he took her in. "You look beautiful, Vaishali," he said, his voice husky.
They sat in the living room, maintaining a safe distance, but the tension between them was palpable. Mr. Bhosale reached out, gently touching her hand. "You're so soft, Vaishali. Like silk."
She blushed, looking down at her hands. "Thank you, Mr. Bhosale."
He leaned in, his voice low. "Call me Vikram. Please."
Vaishali smiled, her heart pounding. "Vikram."
The next day, Vikram called again, this time asking if Aryan could step out for a bit. Vaishali agreed, and when Aryan left, Vikram arrived. This time, he didn't hold back. He pulled Vaishali close, his hands roaming over her body. She gasped, her breath hitching as he kissed her neck, his stubble rough against her soft skin.
"Vikram," she whispered, her body aching with desire.
He lifted her sari, exposing her thighs. He groaned, his eyes fixed on her hairy pussy. "You're so sexy, Vaishali. I've wanted you for so long."
He pushed her against the wall, his hands exploring her body. Vaishali moaned, her hips grinding against him. He slipped a finger inside her, making her cry out. "Yes, Vikram. That feels so good."
He fingered her, his thumb rubbing her clit until she came, her body shaking with pleasure. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. "I want to fuck you, Vaishali. I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock."
Vaishali hesitated, her breathing ragged. "But, Vikram... what about my husband?"
He smirked, his fingers still inside her. "He won't know. And if he does, I'll take care of it. Now, let me fuck you."
Vaishali nodded, her body aching for more. Vikram lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He undressed her slowly, his hands caressing every inch of her skin.
He kissed her pussy, his tongue licking her from top to bottom. Vaishali moaned, her hands fisting the sheets. He fingered her again, making her come a second time. Then, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready.
"Are you sure about this, Vaishali?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Yes," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me, Vikram."
He pushed inside her, making her cry out. He was big, filling her completely. He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers. Vaishali moaned, her body adjusting to his size.
"You're so tight, Vaishali. So fucking tight," he groaned, his hips picking up speed.
"Yes, Vikram. Fuck me. Harder," she begged, her body shaking with each thrust.
He flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips. He fucked her hard, his cock slamming against her G-spot. Vaishali screamed with pleasure, her body convulsing as she came again.
Vikram came soon after, his body shaking as he filled her with his cum. He pulled out, collapsing beside her. Vaishali turned to him, smiling. "That was amazing, Vikram."
Over the next few weeks, their affair continued. Every day, Vikram would come over, and they would fuck in different positions and locations around the house. Vaishali loved the way he made her feel, the way he touched her and kissed her. She loved the dirty talks he whispered in her ear as he fucked her.
One day, Vikram suggested they record their sessions. Vaishali hesitated, but he assured her it was just for them, a keepsake of their affair. She agreed, and they recorded themselves fucking in the bedroom, the living room, even the kitchen.
Vaishali noticed her body changing, her breasts swelling, her stomach growing. She realized she was pregnant, and panic set in. She confronted Vikram, showing him the pregnancy test.
"Vikram, what are we going to do?" she asked, her voice shaking.
He smiled, his eyes gleaming. "We'll figure it out, Vaishali. Don't worry. But for now, let's enjoy this. Let's fuck."
And they did. They fucked like their lives depended on it, their bodies entwined, their moans filling the air. Vaishali loved the feel of him inside her, the way he made her body respond. She loved the dirty talks, the way he called her a slut, a whore, his little fuck toy.
One day, Aryan walked in on them. He stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock. Vaishali screamed, covering herself with a blanket. Vikram, quick to react, grabbed his phone and showed Aryan the videos they had made.
"If you tell anyone about this, your mother will be ruined. Do you understand?" he growled.
Aryan nodded, his face pale. He left the room, leaving Vaishali and Vikram alone. Vaishali looked at Vikram, her eyes filled with fear and desire. "What have we done, Vikram?"
He smiled, his eyes dark. "We've created a mess, Vaishali. But we'll clean it up together. Now, come here. I want to fuck you again."
And so, their affair continued, a dangerous dance of desire and deception, played out against the backdrop of the COVID-19 lockdown.
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