Gattu fucking Son’s Girlfriend Isha

Dear readers, please patiently read it fully. This is Gattu, a 45 year horny man. I am happily married having two teenage kids, a daughter 14 yrs and a son, 21 yrs. I have a beautiful wife who till date looks very desirable and has maintained herself quite well. Our kids have inherited our looks and let me admit that by the time our daughter reaches 19, she will be much sought after types.

Coming back to what propelled me to write is our Son. Gopi has a hot girl friend Isha. At her age she has curvaceous body and for an experienced person like me it was not difficult to guess that she has got perfect 10 on that. It so happened that my wife and daughter had gone to native place and myself and Gopi were alone and that little bugger was having gala time with Isha.

That day I cross checked with him if he has any plans and he told me that he would be away with his friends. I was not feeling well and had to go to my office to settle one issue. I thought that if Gopi is not there then I would return and take some rest. I returned at around lunch hours and thinking Gopi is not there, used my keys to open the door.

As I crept in, I heard gentle giggling sound of a girl. I immediately knew Gopi was at home and that boy had the audacity to use my bedroom. I was in dilemma as to whether to disturb them or move out. I acted like a matured father who very well understood that there is no point yelling and forbidding them from this heavenly pleasure. More so, I opined that if I throw tantrums then they may move to some unsafe place for sex.

I left silently but overheard compliments of Isha's regarding dick size and I smiled. I waited for about an hour in parking lot before calling Gopi. I asked him his where about and he said he has just reached the flat. I said, I too have called it a day and will be backing home in 5 minutes. I returned back after about another 15 min. The flat door was open and both of them were in living room.

The satisfaction of good sex was not there on their faces. I expressed my surprise on seeing Isha. Isha's tits were mildly erect till then, which I noticed from the corner of my eyes. I really wanted to fuck her but the social responsibilities restricted me, after all she was my son's girl friend. I offered her coffee to which she said Uncle, you relax I will brew it for you.

I could hear hushed tones from inside the kitchen but could not make out anything. After coffee, Gopi told me that he would be out for a while for dropping Isha at her hostel (Both studied in reputed college). I, after so, many times masturbated in privacy of my bathroom and felt relaxed.

The next Sunday was very eventful for me. Gopi had gone for outing with his friends and at around 11 AM, Isha turned up. She wore a casual white short cotton shirt and denim and the shirt could barely cover her belly button. My experienced eyes understood that she was not wearing any bra. She looked so desirable that I felt I wanted her.

I expressed my surprise and informed her that Gopi was out for outing and that I thought she was with him. She then quite hesitantly told me that she had a fight and was here to patch up. I smiled and consoled her saying, don't you worry, young lady, everything would be fine and invited her for having lunch with this old man.

She laughed and said, who says you are old, uncle, you are fitter than most of her friends, including Gopi. I bowed my head and said, thanks Isha, it means a lot, especially because it comes from gen next. She giggled. I told her that I am cooking veg pulao with palak paneer, and if she wants to add something to it.

She enthusiastically said she would prepare salad and accompanied me to kitchen. I casually asked her to call Gopi and ask him to come back if possible. She hesitated and then called him. I too talked with him and asked him as to what happened between them. Gopi said it was just ego clash and that he would not be able to make it before evening.

Both of us were in kitchen and she helped me and we had a very cordial casual chat on various topics. Topics after topics and then influence on youth viz western culture and freedom to youth. I emphasized that freedom should be exercised with caution, and told her casually about irresponsible sex that today’s youth indulge in.

She defended her generation and during lunch we continued on this, till she proclaimed that today’s youth thinks sex as a need rather than a taboo, as in our generation. The discussion turned into sexual behavior of my generation v/s their generation.

Only God knows when we moved to that jumbo sized couch and our arguments turned personal and we started to justify and defend ourselves. Isha talked passionately, freely till, to proof that I too had occasional sex, I pretended to blurt out my erotic encounter with my collegue. She was awestruck upon my revelations and I acted as if I had realised that I had gone too far.

I kept mum for few moments before jutting out my hands to her and said I hope this will remain between us, promise me. She promised me and put her palms on my palms. I held it for quite some time, softly squeezing it and caressing it softly. She didn't pull out her hand and after few moments I released her.

I reclined on couch and whispered, you know Isha sometimes these sorts of incidences happen and honestly, I don't feel guilty for it. I had shown my grey side of character to her. She softly said that's what she meant about occasional flings. I replied back softly, but you all take sex in a very racy manner, it is to be felt and has perhaps poetic sense in it. She giggled.

I looked at her and boasted, you know that evening I took her to orgasm without even having a proper insertion. She laughed and giggled and said, now this is too much, I cannot believe it. I got up from couch, got my laptop and showed her a clip from Mugale Aazam in which Dilip kumar caresses Madhubala with a feather. I asked her, what does this mean to you.

She giggled and said at the most it will tickle you but not what you claim. I then played my final act, let me show you the result with a piece of paper only then you would realise. She hesitated and then agreed “OK”, just for proving you are wrong there.

I asked her to relax, and sat beside her and very gently outlined her lovely face with the tip of a paper. It was not easy for her to relax and her body got all tensed. I pointed it out to her and offered her to come to bedroom so that she can relax. I got up and said, just experience it, Isha. She got up and said she would go to wash room first.

As she walked I observed her closely, she was in a hurry. She took long time and when she returned she smiled. I comforted her on bed and asked her to relax and breathe deeply. She prepared herself mentally and said, OK I am ready. I took up a daunting task to sexually warm her up to the extent that she demands it from me.

I again outlined her face with the tip and then went to her earlobes. She giggled and said it is tickling me. I whispered, patience, Isha. Next I concentrated on her lips, outlining it and there was some effect. After some time she parted her lips and used her tongue to keep it wet. I kept on with her lips and observed she had closed her eyes.

I looked at her boobs and saw a very mild projection of her nipples. I thanked my luck I knew she was getting hot. I kept on outlining her face, eyes, and ears and would return back to her lips. Her normal breathing pattern had changed subtly. I then caressed the exposed portion of her neck with that paper tip. I was still not touching her.

She responded well and her body slightly arched upwards and she bit her lips. She was now moving her head gently to facilitate me in my endeavor. I while continuing with gentle caresses, tore that paper into two, and changed my position and used both hands now. I caressed her exposed belly button and her lips simultaneously.

She tried hard to control her emotions arising out of this sensuous play and stopped breathing and when let out her breath, it was with a barely audible moan. I for sure knew she was getting aroused.

I then found a pen lying on bed side table. I discarded the paper sheet caressing her face and used the slight gap between her shirt buttons to probe the reactions by feather touching the bare skin with pen. She whimpered as she felt the pen circling her mounds, tantalising her. I could not make it up to her nipples and to achieve it I needed to open at least one of her shirt button.

I withdrew the pen, and circled the pen over her nipples from over the shirt with enough pressure to flip flop the nipple. She held the pillow and to release her emotions squeezed it tightly. For a moment my both hands stopped working, she opened her eyes and saw the pen just above her nipples. She arched her body upwards to make the contact and remained there.

I started giving her what she wanted but deliberately altering the speed, sometimes very slow and sometimes very fast. It literally irked her as she continuously wanted to go high and high. I then inserted my finger inside her low waist jeans and in moments understood that she was in her G-string.

I tugged her string with my finger and pulled it slightly thereby applying a gentle pressure over her pussy and making the strings to go deeper inside her ass. She twisted her body, the mild rubbing the cloth of her G-string became the multiplying factor to the pleasure I was giving to her through her nipples. She squealed and the pleasure she was getting was written on her face.

I needed her to open up now fully for those heavenly pleasure. I indicated that by getting my pen and finger continuously hitting the button. She was so aroused that she unbuttoned her jeans and even unzipped it and she did it, I played around her shirt buttons and undid top two buttons. Her cleavage, all milky white tickled my dick, and I started getting hunger to eat her.

Till that time I was semi erect in anticipation of good sex but now the writing was on the wall. I still wanted to arouse her further and knew she would need all her juices to accommodate my about 7" long and about 1 1/2 " thick dick. My hands glided into her jeans, rubbing her pussy and pushing down the jeans bit by bit till I could see her G-strings in totality.

I positioned myself beside her and took her head over my shoulder. My one hand kept on gently massaging her pussy and my hands didn’t get an iota of her pubic hairs. With my other hand, I squeezed her boobs. Her hands probed for my dick. I facilitated her probe by opening my zipper. As she played around my dick I opened her remaining shirt buttons.

I had a view of marvelous pair of melons. The nipples were erect, deep brown in color with perfect round shape of her boobs. I whispered into her ears, Isha, what are we waiting for. She opened her eyes and our eyes met. I kneeled in front of her and removed my T shirt and trousers.

She did away with her shirt and looking at my dick from over the Jockey. I pulled out her jeans. I stood near her and asked her to have a look at my dick. She learnt something and slowly pulled it down. My dick sprang out of my Jockey and her immediate reaction was Oh my God! It’s a monster uncle, “meri to phat jayegi isko andar lene se”. She genuinely seemed concerned.

I pointed it towards her face and said, Isha, first lick it. She licked my dick for several minutes quite expertly. Once it was gleaming with her saliva, I pulled out her G strings and took 69 positions and licked her inner thighs. (Till date, I have never sucked the juices). She deep throated me expertly as I kept on licking her inner thighs.

I then turned and sucked, licked and nibbled her magnificent boobs and nipples while allowing her to feel my body weight and rubbing my dick over her pussy. She instinctively kept on spore galloping her legs. I kissed her lips and expertly positioned my dick and gently pushed in. It took me 3 to 4 strokes to fully enter her.

She was not a virgin but was still extremely tight and her elasticity was subjected to maximum limits. I kept on licking her nipples and stroke her gently. Her hands held my head and guided it to her neck, lips, and boobs for licking as she kept on moaning softly. I kept on rocking her boat and with soft moans and sometime with smile of deep satisfaction she piggy backed me to the road of pleasure.

I then pulled her legs over my shoulder, causing further constriction of passage and started licking her calf and feet. Her boobs were moving up and down with my thrust. I deftly changed position to sidewise, feeling her entire body and her soft moans were now becoming grunts of a satisfied woman. I was continuously feeling her boobs, nipples and ass and she was showering her kisses, full of saliva on me.

She was nearing her orgasm and her ass contractions were getting tighter and tighter. I had increased my pace a bit and took up conventional missionary position. Then her volcano erupted and she celebrated it by moaning loudly uuuaaahhh uuuuaaaahhhhh ummmmmmm aaaaahhhhhhh hhhhuuunnngghhh oooohhhhh goddddd uffffffffffff yummmmmmm.

I waited till she subsided and reverted back to just slow pace drilling. Once she was done, I flipped her, without taking out an inch of my dick. She was now upside down. I inserted bluster to raise her ass to desired level and then spread her legs and pinned her down. My entire upper half of body was on her and then I asked her to put her legs over me.

My hands found way to grab her boobs and tweaking her nipples gently gave her powerful thrust by moving only my pelvic. Her ass mounds had fitted exactly in my crotch and I kept on increasing the pace and power and my saliva started to flow over her neck. She soon caught up with me and this time her moans were muffled by pillow as I gave her thrust after thrust.

I was drilling her pussy and was galloping towards my climax. She quickly equaled me and we both sprinted towards our common destination. We almost came together and after ejaculating the last drop inside her I slumped beside her. We both were panting and took a while to be normal again.