Rana's mother

"John, my love, there is one woman. Someone very special in my life who hasn't been happy for a long while."

"Oh? Do I know this person?" John replied.

Rana nodded slightly. "Yes. We had lunch with her, and when Aunty had spoken about her it became clear to me. It is my mother, Aarya."

John had a confused look about him. Seconds ago he had thoughts of snapping his fingers and cucking Bob, but it seemed that was unnecessary.

Rana gently placed her sleeping aunt to the side and sat beside John, staring him dead in the eye. "I know this might seem strange to you so I need you to listen. I now know that mummy has not been relieving her sexual needs from my father. I also know that it's not all because my father works too much. It is because he has lost all his sexual drive."

"Really? He seemed pretty randy to me."

"That is just a front. He loves my mother very much to the point where he wishes another man would swoop in and satisfy her. And then you came. I've never seen him so happy before." She grabbed John's shoulders. "It is you, my love! You must take my mother!"

Rana had a glint in her eye as she practically screamed that, looking almost a bit crazy.

"Wait. How do you know all this?" John replied.

"I don't. I just feel it in my heart that this is the correct outcome. You must believe me."

John thought it over, questioning his next decision. Should he believe Rana's over-the-top intuition about her mother or should he just snap his fingers and be done with it?

Wondering if what Rana said was true, in the end, he decided to believe her explanation and go after her mother.

"Alright. I'll fuck your mother."

"Thank you, John! You've made me so happy!"

After a heavy make-out session, John and Rana left the room, walking down the hallway past the kid's rooms and downstairs to the living room where Bob, his wife, and their grandparents were.

"Mother is in the kitchen. Go to her, my love. I'll make sure the others are distracted."

"Wouldn't it be easier to just tell your dad I want to fuck his wife? That's what he wants right?"

"No! You must do it in secret or you're not a man and he won't hand her over to you!"

Following along on her crazy scheme, you stepped inside the kitchen while she left to distract Bob and his grandparents.

"John. What a pleasant surprise," Aarya said, cutting up some tomatoes. "Bob told me Riya has now joined your relationship. I'm happy for her."

"Thank you, Miss Thomas."

"Please. Call me Aarya."

John got a good look at the Indian milf. She was shorter than Rana but had larger breasts and the same thick ass size as Riya. The thin dress she was wearing couldn't hide the faint outline of her massive areolas or her smooth brown belly. John wanted to suck on her nipples so bad he was willing to jump on her right then and there.

But he didn't. He would do this smoothly and subtly.

He went behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, but not before snapping his fingers and making him skilled in massages.

Aarya let out a soft breath, feeling John's wonderful hands touch her shoulders, rubbing them in a way that made her feel like she was lying on a cloud.

"Oh...oh wow...John, I had no idea you were so good at massaging."

She let go of the knife and closed her eyes. It had been too long since a man had touched her so well. It was highly inappropriate coming from her daughter's boyfriend but she'd be a fool to not at least finally feel good in this one moment. Even though Riya, her sister-in-law, was a good companion, a man was always the perfect lover.

"Oh...goodness...oh my goodness...haahh," She drew in a breath while her head and upper body leaned over, feeling John's powerful manly chest touch her back.

John kept up his skilled technique, before moving down her arms and eventually her hips and lower back. That was when he decided to go for it and press his crotch towards Aaryas juicy Indian motherly ass.

Aarya's eyelids snapped open. She had felt through their clothes John's long and hard cock sliding in between her ass-cheeks.

'This is going too far. I am a married woman...but...I can not help it. My body is taking over and my voice is silencing...oh Bob, I am sorry.'

Feeling no resistance, John began giving the needing woman slow kisses along her neck and jaw, while his other hand slid into her dress and touched her hairy pussy.

"You're going to have to shave this, Aarya. Or else you won't get your prize," John whispered in her ear.

He then undid his pants and slid his cock into the woman's clothes, sliding under her ass and pressing the length between her pussy but not putting it in.

Aarya felt her heart almost beat out of her chest when she felt John's cock.

'Oh my god! It is big! It is very big!' she thought, gasping inwards. 'So much meat in between my legs. Will he put it in?'

John smirked. The Indian woman seemed very shocked and aroused at the same time. It was likely because she had never seen a good cock before besides whatever Bob had.

"I will not put this in Aarya," John whispered. He could hear her moan in protest while her eyes were distraught. "As I said. Shave first. Nod if you understand."

She nodded her head while at the same time felt John rubbing his cock between her slit. John had all the power at the moment while her voice and energy seemed gone. It was the power of cock controlling her.

"Good girl. You're very obedient. I like that," John stepped back, and Aarya turned around, giving John a dejected look. "Don't give me that look. I still have something for you. Get on your knees."

Feeling her body obey, she knelt before her daughter's boyfriend with her face mere inches before his majestic elephant trunk.

"Open your mouth."

She did just that, feeling her mouth dry and coated with strings of saliva, thirsty for what was about to come.

And come he did, shoving his cock straight down her throat like a battering ram with no holding back.

"Urhg!"

Aarya felt herself gagging on the meat but she didn't push away. The more she choked on it the better she felt. If she would die **** on a fat long cock she would die happily. This was where she belonged, not with Bob, but with John.

"Urghh! Gurkk! Hurrk! Mmmm!!"

She gagged and gagged and it felt amazing, to her and John. John felt that every time she did, her throat would wrap tighter around his prick.

It came to a point where tears started streaming down her face and John almost thought he went too far.

"shit uh, t-tap if you er, want out...Aarya?"

Aarya shook her head, wrapping her arms around him and making sure she was firmly in place. She felt as if his cock was halfway down her throat but that wasn't enough. She imagined it passing through her body and becoming one with her.

John decided it was time to end it so he willed himself to cum. His hot cum surged from his balls and poured load after load of thick spunk into her stomach.

Aarya fed on the semen as if she needed it to stay alive. She would berate herself if she let even one drop fall to waste.

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"What happened? Is Mother with us, my love?"

After the events in the kitchen, John went back to Rana's room with Rana following after.

It was safe to say that Aarya was incredibly **** for cock and John had made a great impression upon her. He didn't quite fuck her but he did leave her wanting desperately for more. When he had removed his cock from her throat the first words that came out of her mouth were, "I will divorce my husband! I want to be with you! Oh please! Take me!"

"Excellent! You are wonderful, my king!" Rana said, hearing the amazing news. "I knew you could do it!"

John felt like he was on top of the world. He had the hot Indian goth, the horny milf, and the tomboyish aunt. He didn't know what more he could ask for.

"Tomorrow, John. We will execute the next plan. We film you having passionate intercourse with my mother and we send the video to my father."