A New Beginning by fatkichaddi
Experience the thrilling journey of a cuckold couple in A New Beginning, a steamy adult story by fatkichaddi. Follow their adventures as they explore the world of sexual fantasies and desires. Don't miss out on this hot and sensual tale of love, betrayal, and lust.<br/>
This story is inspired (heavily modified) by me. It has its roots in the story named 3some with my wife by Varun.
When I say heavily modified I mean not just names, I mean plot also the original story would fall under non-consent / rape because she the wife in the story is drugged for the most part.
My story is a cuckold story. So, people who don’t want cuckold, female domination, pee stay away. Others please enjoy and kindly post comments on what you think of it.
– , “Welcome, welcome,” I said extending my hand to embrace him.
I was at the airport to receive Murad, my childhood friend. His parents were abroad and he lived with his uncle & aunt and various hostels. He managed to be thrown from almost all hostels within six months. St. Andrews was the only hostel that he finally managed to stay in for around 5 years until finally his parents took him abroad. It was not surprising he stayed there for 5 years because I am sure they never knew that he was the occupant. Anyway back here he used to jump the walls as soon as he kept his school bag. After roaming around, he would come to my home. We would have lunch. Study, play some sport, then have dinner. He used to sleep at our home many times. My mom had taken an affectionate side towards him, which decreased his rebellion at least during the night times. Early morning he would be off to climb the walls of his hostel and be present as the warden checks in.
His love towards my mother changed, as he got mature. His love became lust. I few times we used to shag sitting next to each other after talking trash about girls and teachers at school. After a while started talking about my mom, things like she had the biggest boobs in town, and how her ass was way better than the actresses in movies. It was all true in a way mom did have big boobs. He would always say that he would look for a girlfriend whose tits were that of mom size. He would then say how he would play with those tits, making me confused whether he was talking about his imaginary girlfriend or my mom. Anyhow, I always visualized it to be his girlfriend but with the face of mom and slowly it began to pave way for my mom as reality blurred.
One day I caught him at the bathroom door trying to peep into from the keyhole. He thought it was my mom but it was my younger sister. He was rubbing his dick over his shorts and when I tried to get in. He pushed me away saying he was here first and he would watch today and I could watch tomorrow. I went back to my room and waited for him to come back which he did in a few minutes. When I asked him how my sister was he said that I should see myself tomorrow. I insisted yet he did not budge, and soon we were back to talking about my mom.
He said that how cool would it be to see my mom the same way, I was also wondering how mom’s boobs would look when she was nude. It was decided and we ate food and retired early. Mom normally took a bath at around 11 pm every night. We had dinner and even helped mom clean up after that we went to our room and pretended to study for a while. After some time we noticed that mom had switched off the lights to the kitchen so we went climbed over the sunshade after jumping out of the window to my room.
My mom came in the bathroom wearing a blouse and petticoat, she had left her saree in her room. Once inside she started to undress, my mouth dried up with all the excitement. Now as she removed her blouse and bra, her boobs juggled out leaving us open-mouthed. She had massive boobs, much later when I got a chance I had checked on her bra tag and found that she was a 38DD. Anyway, she then took off her petticoat and panties, she had a bush of hair over her crotch which looked very beautiful.
Mom sat down on the stood and her nipples started to grow as she poured the water over her. Her nipples stood out like a tower on a round mass. We found huge bulges in our pants hurting us. So we decide to silently move away before we got caught.
From then on, this happened daily. Every night we would jump on the sunshade awaiting her bath and then go to sleep. Once in a while, we learned that even mom masturbated sitting on the pot or stool. We even saw her drink and rub her pee over herself.
After our 10th standard in school, we started painting the town red with our activities. My father worked overseas and gave me enough money to spend, making the two of us famous in town. When we reached college, we joined the student’s political party and always got into fights with the other parties. Slowly we had a group of followers, formed a gang, and came to be known as college waste cleaners. A name, which I hated and was stuck because after every fight Murad would dump the waste box on their head. This was because each fight ended in the college backyard where they kept the waste.
Murad and I were inseparable and had huge clout around us. Political workers, Police, and even criminals knew us by our names, many a time we used to broker deals between rival political or criminal opponents. Everyone thought that we would become politicians ourselves and then be some sort of minister.
All that changed when there was an article about us in the newspaper with the headline that read “Murad – Future Minister or Malice?” Once this news reached his parents they came and took him away with them.
I felt alone and shattered upon his departure. My parents also sent me off to another town to complete my education. Days turned to months, months to years and I had no contact with Murad. I completed my education and then started working, was good at it and hence was promoted often and was at a good position fairly early in my career. Naturally started receiving rather was bombarded with prospective bride’s interests.
After many meet and greets, finally, my family and I zeroed in on a girl. I met her few times and we hit off well and decided to let our parents know that we were fine with going ahead with the marriage.
On the eve of my engagement, I got a call from Murad. For a second, I did not recognize his voice. When he said ‘How are you buddy?’ I felt a wave of nostalgia. I almost broke into tears and my voice shivered. He was coming to India. He had heard about my engagement and was coming to attend it. I was surprised and asked how he knew. He said he had always been tracking me. I did not understand why he did not contact me for all these years. He said that we would talk when he arrives.
He gave me the details and there I was at the airport, on the morning of my engagement. When he came out I was shocked. I was expecting a typical normal Indian American person, instead saw a handsome hunk of a guy. Proper muscles and not an ounce of fat anywhere. A proper stud. The only thing that had changed is that he had glasses on his eyes which made him look mortal, otherwise he was standing there looking like a Greek god.
I received him with open arms. We hugged and he apologized for not being in contact for years, he told me that if he had then he would have found a way to get back here and his parents did not want that. He said all his childhood he wanted his parents around when finally he had that could not lose them again. I told him it was fine, and that I understood. I led him to our car and we caught up, all the way towards the Hotel where the engagement ceremony was being held.