As time passed, his wanking getting more furious. Images of his stepsister filled his mind as cum spurted from his cock with more force than he could ever remember. The cum was going everywhere until the last drops dripped down onto on his belly. No sooner had the last drops spilled over on his hairy crotch, he heard the front door slam.
“Hi everyone I’m home.” His stepmother Aparna shouted loud enough to wake the dead and went straight to her room.
Opening the door to his room, he peered out, to see if he could see anyone, before venturing out. He strode across towards Kamalini’s room, and was about to knock, when she came charging out.
“Hi bro, sorry not got time for you at the minute I’m off out.” She said as she rushed past him.
Before he could reply, she reached the bottom of the stairs.
“I’m going out to visit Somadi and her son Pinku…… I don’t know when I’ll be back.” She called as she opened the front door.
“Just let us know if you’re not coming back.” His stepmother called back to her just as the front door slammed shut.
Instead of answering her mother, Kamalini walked out hurriedly. Suman too didn’t react as he just went in his room and slammed the door behind him. It was good that his new mother couldn’t read minds of others. Otherwise she would have known that her daughter wasn’t that far away from the truth.
Apart from the obvious perks of this new reformed ‘Sen Family’, at the beginning, Suman wished that his father had never married second time. He couldn’t even see any reason why he had done that when he reminisced his first wife’s memories often….. and to forget those sweet moments, sometimes he took help from liquor.
As much as he sometimes wished Aparna and her daughter had never come into their lives. He knew his father deserved to be happy. It wasn’t as if Aparna was a bad stepmother, it was just that she wasn’t his own mother. One thing was for sure though he had seen his father in a different light earlier and knew that his stepmother hadn’t done anything for him to behave the way he was.
No doubt, his stepmother was a good looking woman with a kind heart who had been through a lot of trauma too with her first husband. It looked like history was going to repeat itself for her. For years she had put up with her husband’s drinking, gambling and womanising and stood by him. It was only when she caught him in their marital bed with another couple…… and she showed the strength to walk away.
Suman couldn’t understand sometimes why any man would cheat on her as it was now obvious to him which of the family genes Kamalini had inherited. Although she he had only one grownup daughter, she was still as close to perfect as any man could want.
Her tits were probably the largest he had ever seen and her ass looked even bigger than those. And above all, she was always dressed in a way that showed a seductiveness without showing much flesh.
She was just thirty-eight…. a living sex bomb in Tollygunge film-industry. She was so voluptuous that even Gods would leave their seat and come down to screw her. And Suman was now old enough to understand this too.