Insatiable. The word sounded as if it applied to her and her alone.
Thrashing about on her bed, unable to nap, Mrs. Rati Chandra Viswanathan wished she was stronger. But she was a weak woman, she knew. She could not fight this ravaging hunger within her.
Rati had always been different than other girls that she knew and grew up with. And now she was different than grown women she knew. The problem was, Rati could not keep her eyes off boys or men.
Thirty-six years old, and she could not keep her hot, smoky eyes off the front of a boy's pants. So far, she had managed to keep her hands off them, but it was becoming more and more difficult to do. There was nothing wrong with her mental and emotional condition at all. Nothing except this increasingly burning desire, this hunger to fuck and suck.
Rati not had only one cock in her cunt, felt it sliding about her cunt, kissed and stroked it. She had many cocks other than the cock of her husband. Rati is a housewife married to a wealthy business man who is now running around for money. Rati is to be considered as a very beautiful woman. She had a stunning figure as good as any well toned model. She had a full breasts, flat tummy and long muscular legs. She had a beautiful face to match with. She possessed a long, butt length dark hair.
Rati allowed countless men to fuck her; she had allowed them to play with her many times. Her tits had been mauled and sucked by few men and cunt was eaten by few. Their driver, servant, next door boys and visiting merchants had many opportunities fucking their mistress.
The sun was high, and she knew, she should not be on this bed trying to nap. She knew she wouldn't nap. Every time she closed her eyes, the suffering became worse.
The window was wide open, and a breeze came in, but it was not cool enough to douse the fires smoldering between her thighs. She could hear sounds outside, the usual daytime sounds of late spring.
Rati's hand moved up and down her thigh. She had drawn her foot up on the bed, bending her knee, her saree and skirt sliding back. It felt good to caress her thigh; it was so creamy smooth and responsive to the touch. It was even more responsive to the touch of a hand other than her own.
Drawing her fingertips lightly along the inner surface of her thigh, she sighed heavily. Her finger came close to the tight crotch of her panties, then circled the elastic and lace there. A shiver ran through her as she brought her other hand up, placing it atop one tit. The fingers on her thigh began to gently move up and down the stretched fabric of her panties. She could feel the heat coming from her cunt as she rubbed with a feathery touch, and then her ass began to writhe in a lazy way.
She probed delicately at her clitoris, feeling the tip against her panties. A sob burst from her as she lifted her hips, pressing harder into her cunt. The hunger was so great, the torment so severe.
Worming her finger beneath her panties, she stroked a puffy cunt lip, playing teasingly with the silken hairs. She sighed again. Parting her lips, she ran her tongue over them, slow and suggestively. Her finger was moving up and down the steamy slit of her cunt now, rubbing along the edges of her inflamed clitoris. Her hips moved in a rotating motion, slowly. Her nipple burned through her blouse and seemed to sear her palm.
"Oooooh," she moaned softly, lifting her ass higher on the bed, both feet drawn back now.
Her knees were wide apart. She arched her head until her neck strained, her fingers moving faster on her rigid clitoris. As the ecstasy swelled inside her body, she shoved her hand away from her cunt. Another moan bubbled from her as she began to rapidly thrust her finger into her cunt. The moist sounds of her finger fucking her pussy were loud in the bathroom.
She could feel her cunt sucking at her finger the lips, so satiny and hot, clung to her plunging finger with greedy delight. Her hips moved up and down, grinding hard. The hand holding her panties to one side managed to rub her clitoris as she finger-fucked herself. The finger was getting wild as her pleasure bubbled.
Rati's orgasm was steaming away now, building and growing and swelling. She began to twist her head about as her mewls of increasing ecstasy filled the room.
When she came, she almost bit, into her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
Her finger moved slowly now, her cunt still quivering, but the intensity of her orgasm was fading. But that meant nothing, she knew. Within seconds she would be wanting her finger driving into her insatiable cunt again.
There was that word insatiable, once more.
Being insatiable didn't bother her. What bothered her was being unable to do anything about it. She wished she could walk around, shaking her ass, jiggling her tits, giving the flirty eye to men and boys. Rati didn't know why she was unable to do this. She had tried twice, and she had felt so devastated with guilt and embarrassment that she never did it again.
She felt a bit more relaxed now that she had produced the orgasm within her. She was seldom completely relaxed, and fucking was seldom far from her mind. She could not do the simplest chore about the house without thinking about a cock, long and thick, hard and dripping, going into her cunt.
Turning on the bed, she looked out the window. There was nothing to see except the branches of a tall tree. The bedroom was on the second floor, and the window faced empty space and the roof of the house next door. The sky was clear, a light blue without a single cloud in it. The leaves of the tree rippled slowly in the mild breeze.
It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and she wondered, lazily where Ravi was. Ravi is her only son, fifteen year old and such a sweet boy. He was so obedient, always ready to do any chore she asked of him. He was going to be one handsome young man one of these days.
She was desperate to have at least a look at her son. She knew, just seeing him would arouse her. Earlier she had a passion only for cocks. After getting enough of them all these years, she had focused her search towards young boys. She always get aroused, as she see them playing around. She admired their innocent manly hood. She always succeeded in concealing the slut life she lived from her husband, who thought he is married to a most pious and chaste woman. He never knew that more than a dozen men had fucked his beautiful wife's married body in his absence.
When she came down, she could find her son's room locked from inside. A chill ran through her spine as the thought of peeping inside her son's room. She bent down and peeped through the key hole and could not find anything, but she could hear some murmurs from the room. Anxiety took over Rati and she was too desperate to learn what is going on in her son's room. She took a turn and walked noiselessly to the window facing the garden. She was sure she could get a good view from there.
When she reached her desired place she rolled her calves and came on her toes. Now she could see the entire room. The scene inside got her cunt to red hot instantly. Her son, Ravi was sitting in front of his PC and was holding an unimaginable cock in his hand. He was stroking it ferociously. In the screen of the PC was her nude photo which she had posed for one of her lover. She had even displayed her fucking for a home video many times for her lovers.
She was astonished and had no clue how her son had managed the still. She knew that her son knew what a slut mother she is. Once her driver was fucking her nude body over the couch in the hall and suddenly her son had entered the home. Rati could manage immediately to cover her nudity with a towel, but her driver was standing naked from waist with his erect prick wagging it's head, smeared with the cunt juice of his mistress. Ravi was only a seven year old kid. She ignored him and tussled his hairs saying that the driver was giving some service to her. But, Rati never knew that when some lonely male guest comes to visit her and departing, she used to give a farewell in the dark veranda by allowing them to play with her body, sometimes which would even extended to a soft sex, that her Sari would be raised and cunt getting some wet kisses. Ravi always watched it in a silhouette.
There Ravi was furiously stroking his fifteen year old cock which is too large for his age. His mouth was chanting, "Rati! Rati! fuck you slut". He zoomed her photo and rubbed his cock on the screen over her agape mouth, sometimes scrolling down to her stand-erect boobs and rubbing over them. He scrolled down to her hairless cunt, which was opened with her two fingers. Ravi tried to poke the screen with it by pushing his cock over it, forgetting his cock is not that strong to enter his mother's cunt breaking the screen.
"Uff! I had a hunk in my home and missed him all these days" her heart cried. Ravi turned a little as he noticed a shadow in the window. His mouth dropped open as he saw his mother standing there seeing him wacking. The response shown by his mother made his spine to vibrate. She was looking in to his eyes and her lips quivered and blew a kiss towards him. Her right hand went to her shoulders and pulled the loose end of the Sari, exposing her low neck blouse clad tits, which were almost popping out from the neck line of her blouse. She held her boobs and crushed them both together making a deep breach forming between them. She winked at him and moved her lips in the way of saying, "Fuck me boy". She waved her hand in gesture to follow her and moved inside the home.
Then she climbed the stairs to her room.
She sat on her bed, feeling an anxious anticipation. She wasn't sure what she expected, but after her wanton display downstairs, something should happen, she thought.
Her cunt was hotter than she had ever remembered it being. Always hot, it seemed hotter than ever at this moment. She had to struggle to keep her hands off her pussy as she waited. Certainly they could not have missed the intent of her lewd invitation.
She opened the blouse, pulling it off her shoulders. Her tits, so round and firm, flawless in shape, thrust outward, nipples rigid and tingling with desire. She heard their footsteps on the stairs, and she began to breathe with sharp, swift gasps.
Ravi stood in the doorway.
Rati held her eyes steady as she boldly looked back at him. Her tits were exposed, nipples hard and thrusting up invitingly. She had pulled her Sari to mid-thigh, and her knees were slightly parted. Rati lifted her hands to her tits, circling a finger around each of her nipples as she gazed hotly at Ravi. Her eyes saw the straining bulge of Ravi's cock, and she could hear his breathing. Her cunt pulsated hotly as he moved into the bedroom, staring at his mother's naked tits with excitement glowing in his young eyes.
Rati still didn't know what she was going to do with Ravi. The only thing she knew was her cunt was about to burst into a roaring flame. When Ravi stopped halfway inside the room, she felt a sense of disappointment. Somehow, she had expected him to take the initiative, but now she realized he is waiting for her.
Trembling, she held her arms out to him, a smile of eagerness on her full, moist lips. he came toward her slowly, and sat on side of her. Rati sat there, shaking gently, once more running fingertips over her tits. She looked down at her tits, and then glanced from the corner of her eyes at him.
Still Ravi only watched what she was doing, but his breathing indicated excitement.
Rati took her son's wrist in one hand. She brought his hand to her tits, placing it upon the spongy, smooth flesh. She had to curl his fingers around her tits, and her nipples seemed to be so hot. She pressed on his hands, smashing her tits and rolling his palms against her nipples. As she lowered her hands from his, he kept up the rubbing motion on his own.
Rati sighed with pleasure and leaned back. She arched her naked tits against his eager hands, closing her eyes to the pleasure.
She felt Ravi twisting at her nipples, pinching them in a light, tender way. She mewled softly and thrust her tits out, writhing her ass on the bed. Then his fingers were replaced by something else. She opened her eyes to see Ravi had lowered his mouth down, and he was running his tongue around his mother's nipple wetly, breathing hot air against her flesh. Ravi began to suck on her mother's succulent nipple, making soft whimpering sounds as her tongue swirled with moist heat.
"Ohhhh," Rati moaned. "Oh, God!"
She arched her tits against his mouth, thrilled with the wetness of his tongue and lips. Her nipples protruded like two very hard cocks, and they were being sucked in such a sweet, hungry way by Ravi. Sprawling on her back, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his face tighter into her springy tits. She murmured with soft desire, caressing the hair and stroking Ravi's ear.
"Oh that's so nice!" she whimpered in a thick sound. "That feels so good, so very good Son!"
She felt his body trembling against her. She was twisting her ass on the bed, her cunt pulsating in moist heat, and she wanted to touch him, to feel him, so much. Yet she waited, letting the anticipation grow.
Mild orgasms burst within her cunt, making her gurgle softly. His sucking lips and swirling tongue fueled the fire inside her body. But then, no one was sucking her tits.
She opened her eyes and looked up.
Ravi was grinning rat her.
"What? What are you going to do?" Rati whispered.
Her son giggled. "You started this, Mother."
"I didn't start any" She stopped, Ravi, just opened his pants and shoved them down, then off his feet.
Rati stared at his cock. Ravi's cock was up so hard, and sheathed to take it in her hand, feel his virile hardness. Yet, she laid there, tits exposed and thighs parted, watching and waiting.
Ravi had a bit of fuzz at the base of his cock, but his preciously sweet balls were totally devoid of hair. Rati thought she could eat his cock and balls up without any problem whatsoever. As she gazed hungrily at her son's cock and balls, he got on his knees, arching his hips out with youthful pride.
Ravi looked to his mother. His cock throbbed from his crotch the head hugely swollen, and Rati saw cum dripping from his piss hole. Rati was plunging her own finger into her pussy now, thrusting swiftly as she gazed at him, her eyes riveted to her son's cock. Rati was so close to him that her knees brushed the hot flesh of her son's hip and side.
"I knew you saw me, Mother," her son said in a low whisper. "At first I wasn't sure, but you were hanging out the window watching me."
"Mmmm, I sure was, darling," Rati gurgled. "And it was a beautiful sight, too. But am I right? Isn't it better for you to come in a cunt than the other way?"
"Better for me, too," Ravi said, recovered now.
Rati laughed. She REMOVED HER SARI, PETTI-COAT AND PANTY and pulled it from her body, tossing it to the floor. She sat nakedly with him, pleased with the expressions on his face. Ravi gazed at his naked mother with delight shining in his eyes. Rati scooted to the head of the bed and leaned against it, opening her thighs wide.
"You like looking at Mother this way?"
Rati asked, arching her eyebrows at him. "Does this look good?" She ran a finger about the triangle of her cunt hair. "Does Mother's cunt look pretty?"
Ravi moved his hot little hand up his mother's thigh caressed the other. Rati mewled IN pleasure and she began to fondle her naked tits again. She saw that Ravi's cock was straining in hardness so quickly, and, she wondered how it would feel pumping into her cunt. But, despite the heat between her thighs and in her erotic mind, she wasn't ready for that. He could touch her, feel her up, suck on her tits, but she didn't feel ready for her son to shove his cock into her cunt.
She looked down at his hands as they moved close to her pussy. She lifted her hips slightly. "Touch it, if you want," she urged. "You can touch Mother's cunt. Go ahead, feel me up."
The touch of her son's fingers along the line of her cunt hair sent her pussy into ecstasy again. She shivered as his fingers moved along the sensitive lips. Then Ravi was rubbing at her inflamed clitoris his fingers moved about slippery wet pussy lips. Rati cooed. The touch of his hands on her steamy cunt caused Rati to ripple with ecstasy. It had been a long time since anyone other than herself had touched her body in this intimate way. She spread her legs wider, much wider. She was holding the headboard, her feet flat on the mattress. With a gurgle of delight, she lifted her ass from the bed.
"Mmmm, that's so nice," she whispered.
A finger was going into her cunt, slowly but deeply. She didn't look down. She enjoyed it, twisting her ass about. Her son, with his hand still between her thighs, had scooted up and was licking at one inflamed nipple. Rati whimpered in delight as her son sucked her tit vigorously, his tongue swirling. She began to grind her thighs as her son finger-fucked her. He was eager to touch her, to play with her body, to excite her and him at the same time.
Rati mewled as her son's moist, hot lips kissed at her knee, then an inch or so above it. The feel of those wet lips against her naked flesh sent shudders of ecstasy roaring through her. She began to moan softly as Ravi's finger dived and withdrew, her slippery cunt clinging to it. Rati shot her hips up and down, fucking her son's finger as much as it was fucking her.
"Ohhh, so good!" she wailed, tossing her ass about and hugging her son's face tightly to her tits now. "Do it harder to me, Ravi! Oh, God, lover boy, do it harder to Mother!"
Ravi's finger was flying in and out of her cunt, the moist slaps of her hand drifting to Rati's ears. Ravi's hot mouth rested above her knee, and the breathing of her son seared Rati's flesh.
Rati felt an orgasm growing within her body, and she knew it was going to be a tremendous explosion. She began to sob with increasing ecstasy, her hips twisting as Ravi finger-fucked her faster and faster. Ravi sucked very hard on her tit, his finger still agitating her clitoris.
Rati was boiling with need, wanting to come badly. Her nerves were screaming with the intensity of her pleasure.
