My Modern Housewife Mom (Lockdown) Part 3

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The month was March 2020, when the COVID lockdown had just hit India with a bang. My cousin Raj (who was studying in a nearby college) got stuck at our place, and so did Dad, who was working from home. My mother, Rakhi, is a killer 36-32-36 MILF.

She was the most focal point of secret action. Raj had already fucked her ass from the terrace, and right after that, he creampied her pussy. Then he pounded her ass hard in the kitchen the following day when Dad was sleeping. Later that night, dad fingered mom until she cum.

She gave him a blow job while he was at it. Mom would sneak into Raj’s room. She let him fuck her while he video called in with his friend, displaying her tits and her pussy spread and filling her up again while his friend jerked off. Mom said “ouch!” but she didn’t stop him.

I had seen it all from the back of the room when my heart was racing. I had my dick in my hands, knowing the next three months of all-out lockdown were going to be crazy, and Mom was in the middle of it.

In the morning, the house was really quiet. The lockdown rules were strict. No maids, no visitors, just the four of us locked inside like we were in a prison with some extra benefits. I woke up around 7:30, rubbed my eyes, and walked out of my room like nothing was wrong.

My dad’s door was still closed. He had a meeting the night before that went late. The kitchen light was on. I stopped at the corner, my heart was already beating fast because I knew what I might see. I was right. My mom was standing at the sink in her morning t-shirt and shorts, washing the dishes from the night before.

Raj was behind her, his shorts were pulled down to his thighs, his private parts were rubbing between her butt cheeks like he owned the place. His hands were under her t-shirt, squeezing her breasts like they were dough.

“Good morning, Mom… Your nipples are already hard. Do you miss me?” he whispered, his voice was low and full of himself.

My mom tried to sound annoyed. Her voice was all breathy. “Raj… Stop. Your dad will wake up any minute. The plates…”

He did not stop. Instead, he pinched both her nipples hard. Pulled them, making her gasp. “The plates can wait. My private parts can’t. Turn around.”

My mom hesitated for a second, then turned like she had no choice. Raj pushed her back against the counter, dropped to his knees, and pulled her shorts and panties down in one go. Her pussy was already wet. He buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking like an animal.

My mom grabbed the edge of the counter with one hand. Bit her other fist to stay quiet. Her hips started moving on their own, pushing against his tongue.

I was hiding behind the open kitchen door, my phone was in silent mode, and I was taking note of every second in my mind. Her face. Eyes closed, lips parted, that perfect mix of guilt and pleasure. It was hotter than any adult video I had ever seen.

Raj stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and smirked. “You taste good even after last night. Now bend over.”

He spun her around, bent her over the kitchen platform, and pushed his parts inside her in one smooth thrust. My mom’s mouth opened wide. No sound came out. Raj started moving inside her with deep strokes, his private parts slapping against her every time. The sounds were loud in the morning kitchen.

“This is so good… Mom… Your private parts are gripping me tight today,” he groaned.

My mom’s breasts were swinging under the t-shirt. Raj reached around. Pulled the neckline down so both breasts popped out, bouncing freely with every thrust. He grabbed them hard, using them as handles, while he moved inside her. I could see her legs shaking. She was close already.

Raj suddenly pulled out, spun her again, and made her sit on the platform with legs wide open. He stepped between them. Slammed back inside. Now he was looking at her face while he moved inside her. My mom’s head fell back, mouth open, moaning softly into his shoulder to muffle the sound.

“Cum for me, my toy,” he bit her neck lightly.

That did it. My mom’s whole body tensed, her private parts clenched visibly around his parts, and she came hard, juices dripping down onto the kitchen floor. Raj did not stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm until his own body stiffened.

“Take it… All of it…” he. Buried himself deep, pumping his private parts inside her.

When he pulled out, a glob of his private parts leaked from her swollen private parts and dripped onto the counter. My mom looked down, breathing heavy, and just whispered, “What a mess again…”

Raj grinned, took his phone out and clicked two or three pictures of her parts. “For my collection, Mom. Now clean me.”

He pushed her head down gently. My mom, still sitting on the platform with legs spread and his private parts leaking, took her husband’s hard private parts in her mouth and sucked them clean like an obedient wife. Her tongue swirled around the head, licking every drop.

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Then we heard my dad’s door open. Raj pulled his shorts up in record time. My mom jumped down, fixed her t-shirt and shorts, and started washing dishes like a morning. I slipped back into my room for a second, then walked out pretending I just woke up.

My dad came into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. “Good morning, everyone. Is coffee ready?”

My mom’s voice was a little shaky. She smiled. “Almost ji. Sit, I’ll make it.”

Raj gave me a nod like nothing happened, but I saw the proud look in his eyes when my mom limped just a tiny bit while walking to the fridge. Her nipples were still poking through the t-shirt like two little pebbles.

The whole day was like that. Stolen moments. My dad was stuck in back-to-back video calls in his room with the door half-open. At 11 AM, I saw Raj pull my mom into the small storage room next to the kitchen while my dad was presenting something on screen. I crept close. Peeked through the gap.

Raj had my mom’s shorts down again. This time, he was sitting on the rice bag and made her ride him reverse cowgirl. Her big, round butt bounced up and down on his lap, breasts jiggling under the t-shirt. Raj had one hand over her mouth.

The other was squeezing her waist, guiding her movements. My mom’s face was flushed, red eyes rolling back every time she took him deep.

“Shhh… Quiet Mom… Your husband is ten feet away, talking about work targets,” Raj teased in a low voice.

My mom came again, biting his fingers to stay silent. Raj filled her parts once more. When they came out, my mom’s face was. She quickly went to the bathroom to clean up while Raj casually drank water, as he had just finished exercising.

By afternoon, the heat was killing everyone. My dad decided to take a nap after lunch. My mom was in the living room, folding clothes. When Raj walked in, he locked the door from inside and pulled her onto the sofa.

This time, he was rougher. He made her kneel on the carpet, pulled his parts out, and moved inside her mouth, deep, holding her head with both hands. My mom’s eyes were. She took it, gagging softly. Then he bent her over the sofa armrest.

Moved inside her doggy style, spanking her butt lightly every few strokes so it turned pink.

“Look at that butt jiggle,” he muttered. “All mine during this lockdown.”

I was watching from the balcony door hidden behind the curtain. Every slap, every moan, every wet thrust was burning into my brain. When Raj came inside her again, he kept his parts buried deep for a long minute, kissing her back and whispering, “You’re my personal lockdown relief, Mom.”

My mom just panted, “We… We can’t keep doing this every hour… Someone will catch us.”

Her voice didn’t sound convincing anymore.

Evening was family time. We all sat in the TV room watching a movie because there was nothing else to do. My dad had his arm around my mom like usual. I noticed Raj sitting on the other side of the floor pretending to use his phone. His hand was secretly under the blanket that covered my mom’s lap.

My dad’s hand was on her shoulder. Raj’s fingers were inside her shorts again, slowly touching her while the movie played. My mom kept a face, but her breathing was getting faster. She clutched the cushion hard. At one point, my dad leaned in to kiss her cheek.

Raj pushed two fingers deeper at the same time. My mom almost. Turned it into a cough. My dad laughed and said, “Allergies from staying.”

Raj gave me a quick, wicked smile when my dad wasn’t looking. My mom’s hips were moving in circles under the blanket. She came silently, biting her lip hard. I thought it would bleed. When the movie ended, my dad went to the washroom.

Raj quickly licked his wet fingers clean right in front of my mom, making her blush deep red.

After dinner, everyone went to their rooms early. Around 1:30 a.m., I heard footsteps. My mom was sneaking into Raj’s room again. I waited two minutes. Followed my heart, hammering. The door was not fully closed. They had left it open a crack on purpose, maybe. I peeped inside.

Raj had my mom completely naked, on his bed. I saw him flip my mom into positions like doggy style and then missionary. Then he had her ride him while he played with her breasts. He came inside her twice that night.

In her private area, and once after a short break, he made her give him oral sex again and then took her from behind. My mom’s face when he entered her from behind was a mix of pleasure and pain. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her noises while Raj had sex with her with strokes.

When he finally pulled out, her behind was red and a little open, with his stuff leaking from both areas. Raj took pictures and a short video this time. He said it was “for my collection during this boring lockdown.”

My mom, exhausted and glowing, whispered, “The lockdown has been extended till April… We have many days left…”

Raj kissed her forehead. “Good. Because I am not stopping till we get caught or the lockdown ends. Maybe both.”

My mom did not argue. She just cleaned herself with his towel, put her clothes on, and slipped out. I barely made it back to my room in time.

The next few days were a routine of sex. Every morning, Raj would have sex with my mom in the kitchen or bathroom. One day, he even made her give him sex under the dining table while my dad was eating breakfast and talking on the phone.

My mom’s head was moving slowly, her eyes looking up at Raj with a look, while my dad discussed work two feet away. Raj cum in her mouth. My mom swallowed everything without spilling a drop.

By April, the news said the lockdown was extended again. My dad was happy because his company was okay with working from home forever, it seemed. Raj was happier. That evening, he took my mom to the terrace again after dinner when my dad was on a call. I followed quietly.

Under the sky with city lights far away, Raj made my mom take off all her clothes. He had sex with her standing against the wall, on the floor, on all fours. The cool night air made her breasts rock hard.

He came inside her area and then made her lick him clean again. My mom’s body was shining with sweat in the night breeze.

By the middle of April, my mom had stopped saying “we should stop.” Instead, she was the one sometimes pulling Raj into corners when my dad was busy. I saw her initiate once in the afternoon.

She walked into Raj’s room when my dad was napping, locked the door. She rode him like a woman possessed, her breasts bouncing while she bit her own hand to stay quiet.

I kept watching everything from shadows, touching myself times a day, knowing this was just the beginning of the long lockdown summer. Raj was getting bolder, and my mom was getting. My dad still had no clue. The tension in the house was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Little did I know how much crazier it was going to get in the coming weeks when the extensions kept coming, and Raj’s ideas became even riskier.