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It’s been an interesting month, experiencing my Indian family going through a fresh divorce left a strange void where I saw the both, my mom and dad compete over me constantly. I moved out of the comfort of our home to downtown, just for a bit. Besides I was 18, it was time for me to experience the real world.

Except I found myself finding an AirBnB at a rapper’s house. The guy was a nice acquaintance to have, friendly, wise at the same time he had an air of swagger about him that definitely classified him as a top tier musician. Andre’s phsyicality was impressive, at 32, he stood tall at 6’3, sporting a full beard, long dreadlocks that reached his chest, inked frame, toned and lean too – clearly he liked staying in shape. One night I walked in on him plowing his manager in the kitchen, it was a raw sight to set my sights on. A busty redhead with long hair that cascaded over a perky set of Cs, wide hips and a plump ass that’d leave any guy drooling. For once I wasn’t the loud one playing video games, but the whole apartment was flooded with her hot moans and background music. He didn’t stop with drilling her on the kitchen island but the both of them spent the night fucking on the living room couch. I didn’t dare to step out of my bedroom as I watched them indulge in carnal pleasure. That was when I managed to get a glimpse of what his manager was moaning about, a dark thick cock that looked like it was a good 9ish inches, maybe a little more but it was thick too. That steely hard cock left her pussy gaping and sore to the touch. I remember gonna bed with the image of Andre spooning his manager as she kept rubbing her pussy, teasing and playing with the thin rivulets of cum seeping out of her well fucked snatch.

The next morning, I woke up to a text from my Indian mom saying she was going to come over to visit, and stay with for a while. Offering to even cover the next month’s AirBnB expenses despite me protesting. I guess that’s what I get for having a doting mother, but what was she going to think of Andre? To say I didn’t have a slight crush on my mom would be a bit of an understatement, she kinda tried her best to fit the standards of a sexy woman. She stood at 5’6 in height, an olive complexion, deep dark brown eyes paired with long silky black hair that reaches the small of her back in smooth curls, face framed with bangs, full lips. She’s curvy with a perky pair of 36DDs, shapely hips that you could probably call baby making leading up to a plump bubble butt. She could’ve been a model, but she stuck to enjoying life as a housewife. The only thing that upset her was that she was reaching her 40s.

I wondered it’d be appropriate to inform Andre of her visit so I emerge from the bedroom, only to stumble upon Andre’s manager chilling on the couch in one of his t-shirts and panties. “O-Oh hey there…, uhm have you seen Andre?”, I ask nervously rubbing my arm. She peeks from her phone and smiles warmly, “Uhm, I think he’s upstairs in his studio, you must be the kid he’s renting that bedroom out to right? I’m Laura, think you’ll see me around a lot more often if you’re sticking around, haha”, she holds her hand out and I shake it. I kept having visions of her moaning out loud, this new calm demeanor really had me second guessing myself, if what I saw last night was real. “Thanks, and yeah, I j-just might stick around, kinda like it here, it’s got a cool vibe”, I was struggling to discover things to talk about, so I gush, “The music you guys were playing last night was great to listen to!”. Laura looked quizzically at me, “Music? Are you sure that’s all you heard?”, she asks with a sheepish smile. I’m beet red at this point, my ears were burning up, “U-Uhm yeah, that reminds me I gotta talk to Andre bout rent, uhm catch you later…”.

I gulp hard and head towards the studio room, a well padded up enclosure with a recording booth. I knock on the door to see Andre just wearing boxers, playing with a soundboard with headphones on. “Hey I don’t mean to intrude uhm, but my mom’s coming over to stay for the rest of the month, so I figured we’d have to go over how much I owe you…”. Andre gruffly answers back, and waves his hand, “It’s all good dude, we can talk about all that money shit later, maybe at the end of the month yeah? You guys stayin’ in the same room?”. I’d nod silently, eyeing the blunt he had in his hand. I hadn’t smoked weed at all so, something about the aroma gave me a sensation of being second hand high. “Then it’s all good sport, chill out. Don’t be all tense and shit, makes me feel weird”, he chuckles. The rest of the day is quite normal, ofcouse I did manage to steal glances of Andre and Laura indulging in PDA around the apartment, it’s hard to say if they were going at it too secretevily, I did hear a few hushed moans and whispers.

The next day, mom came to the place with a large suitcase most of it just being clothes. She liked being stylishly traditional. Sporting a saree, the blouse top showed a dangerous amount of cleavage that was barely covered up by a sheer garb sashayed across her frame, large earrings, bindi, bracelets decorating her forearms. “Heyy beta, my cute boy, I hope I didn’t wake you up too early hm?”, she teases squishing my cheeks and hugging me. I’d carry her suitcase off to the bedroom and show her around the place a little, with Andre gone I wondered I’d step in for a little house tour, besides she was probably going to run into the guy later today. I was getting pretty late for my internship so I’d inform her that she’d have to spend the rest of the day alone, which she understood. She kissed me on the cheek, ruffled my hair and let me go about my stuff. No talks about dad, or the fights. Later during the day she did send me a text message, “Happy Valentine’s day, sweetie. Have a nice day!” riddled with emojis.

I come back late in the evening again, to discover my mom and Andre conversing on the couch, butterflies in my stomach, nervous knots as I remember what went down on that couch. I close the main door silently and put on a nervous smile, “Hey mom, hey Andre”. The two were sharing some wine, conversing. Mom had changed sarees, now wearing something a little more sultry and light, her blouse top almost looked like a bikini top. Andre was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, chains around his neck with his dreads bunched up in a messy bun, “Sup little guy, ay you didn’t tell me your momma was such a smoke show.”. Shweta, my mom laughed and shook her head, moving a few bangs out of her face before placing the same hand on his thigh, pawing gently, “Uff, stop it. I think I’ve been kept in the dark about how much of a gentleman you are~ Andre. He’s been telling me a lot about the significance of this month, beta. He’s so knowledgeable! Have you listened to his music?”. I was at a loss for words about what was unwinding before me, were they flirting and complimenting each other? “Uh no, ma I uh, I’m not that into rap but I think I’ll start listening soon…”. Andre grins and nods understandingly, “Yeah, I mean I get it, it’s not for everyone but y’know it gives me a voice, helps me set a vibe out there for people I can connect with…”, he trails on and on, scratching his beard, wrapping an arm across the back of my mom. The conversation seemed oddly intimate despite what they were talking about. “Honey, you should go to bed since you have that internship to wake up for~ I’ll stay up a bit”. Andre grins and nods, “He’s a hard worker, kid’s definitely going places…”, he takes a heavy swig and finishes his glass of wine. “Don’t worry she’s in good hands, trust me…”, he confidently loops his arms about her shoulders and brings her in for a side hug.

My heart sank, I knew exactly what was about to go down so I nod and slowly make my way into the bedroom. I didn’t dare try to stay up late like usual nights, playing video games. I heard their chatter stop, replaced with beats that screamed sensuality. I was all too curious to see what was going down, so I slowly make it the bedroom door, prying it open to get a peek of the couch again. They both were smiling, having a good time, dare I even say romantic. Andre dragged her legs over his lap, his hand trailing up and down the outside of her thighs before dipping beneath them under the garb to confront her needy sex. The both of them were practically eating each other’s faces out, kissing and flooding their small talk with lip smacks. I didn’t know mom had this side to her, maybe that’s why she got frustrated with dad? Her manicured nails dug into Andre’s bicep, daring to break skin as she moaned and slowly parted her legs. Andre dipped his head lower to bite at my mom’s neck, clavicle, interlacing kisses with his sweet talk until he reached her blouse, “I didn’t know moms came this sexy, fuck…look at that”, he grins beaming at the sight of her cleavage. He’d leave her in just the blouse now, while the rest of the saree remained bunched up at her shapely waist, exposing her panties that were constantly being subjected to a torturous rub.

Soon all that intimate grinding would be turned to furious humping. He brought mom onto his lap and made sure to sneak in a good rough squeeze of her pantie clad ass, grinding his bulge into her core on beat. Mom was speechless, her lips shaped in an ‘O’, that’d let out soft drawn out moans and repeat his name as he mauled away at her breasts, making them spill out of her top. She furrows her brows after a good while, “I-I dunno if we should keep doing this…this is wrong, my boy’s right there…”, she moans out. Andre now grabs a fistful of her hair and nips at her earlobe, tugging her by her hair so he could show her whose in control. “So you’re fine with leaving me this way? Look at me Shweta”, he breathes out and guides one of her hands down his sweats to confront that aching erection of his, “…I’ve got nothing but you on my mind”. They both were breathing heavy, mom slowly fishes his dark cock out his pants in awe of it’s size, pumping it lovingly while gnawing stubbornly on her bottom lip, deep in wondered.

Andre leaned back into the couch and spread his legs proudly before barking out an order, “Think about it…but think bout it while you’re sucking this fucking dick…”, he growls and grabs one of her plentiful cheeks, shaking it in his grasp. Mom was too smitten by his aura to deny her arousal, so she nods a yes, parting from him by pecking his lips and lowering herself to her knees. She flips her hair back and helps Andre out of his sweats, leaving the man stark naked so she could tend to his cock. The same lips that kissed me goodbye on the cheek on Valentine’s day were now wrapped around this dark pole. From Andre’s expression and responses I could tell she had a knack for giving head, skillfully stabbing her tongue around whilst bobbing her head up and down, her hair spilling over his lap like an untamed mop until Andre would bunch it up in his fist. He’d begin using it like a reign, thrusting his engorged spear into her maw while mom continued to drool over it for the next few minutes. At this point I was just pumping my own meat to this live porn.

After he’d have his fun Andre pulled her up by her hair, but not before exerting his dominance by smearing the underside of his spit covered cock onto her lips and soft features. Mom had such a slutty smirk, basking in that all that manly musk, kissing and licking where she could. They both had lustful hungry expressions. Mom forgot all about her hesitation from earlier, there was only one thing in her mind and that was to pleasure and worship the man in front of her. That night I saw them switch up so many positions it made my head spin. He’d go from impaling her pussy, missionary style to bending her over the armrest of the couch, or taking a breather by letting mom work her hips, bouncing away. Andre couldn’t help but call her names, “Exotic bitch, keep shaking those hips on me”. The sight of her heaving breasts, her earrings, her hair all bouncing in place while their bodies were covered in sweat was imprinted onto my head.

I don’t remember when I got back to bed, but now I woke up groggy with a huge headache. Images of last night’s debauchery flood my head. I look around my bedroom, there’s no sign of mom around yet. A familiar aroma catches my nose though, mom’s cooking! I don’t know why I felt a little hope that what I saw last night was nothing but a dream, but then as I tip toe towards the kitchen I bare witness to Andre and my mom fucking on the kitchen counter with all that scrumptious breakfast plated out already. She had her legs spread aside while sitting atop the counter, nothing but panties on stretched to the side, while Andre impaled her over and over again his sweatpants barely hanging from his waist, “I got my Indian breakfast right here…”, he whispers evily while fucking her. She blushes furiously, her hair was wet which meant they probably showered together, “…oh god, Andre. He’s gonna wake up~if we’re being so loud… fuck I’m gonna cum…”, I never heard her utter those words. Andre spanks her and has his hand perch on her throat, “So? He’s bound to figure out who his new step dad is some day…”, he grins and lowers his face to taste her tits. Mom’s hands were pawing at Andre’s dread bun, eyes rolling back as she climaxed blissfully, creaming over his cock. Those fuck juices were frothing up around the base of his shaft explaining that they were going at it for quite sometime now.

I couldn’t be bothered to interrupt that love session, I slowly backaway and head outside to get some sunlight. I might as well grab some breakfast outside.

NSFW: yes

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