My phone screen returned to the Whatsapp chat once the video I was watching abruptly ended.
I stared blankly at my phone for god knows how long.
Honestly, I might as well have died right now.
The phone dinged with a new message. It was from Isaac.
Isaac: How, Mr. Tan? Shiok anot?
With trembling hands, I replied:
Tan: Why are you doing this to me?
Isaac: Aren’t you happy I told you? Or would you rather remain clueless?
Tan: You horrible, evil boy. I’m going to report you.
Isaac: Haha. You gonna show that clip to police ah? Then everything will crumble. Your wife’s reputation. Your mother’s foundation. Your sisters marriages. There’s so many people involved so it’s gonna be absolutely nuclear!
Isaac: Not to mention, we’re just kids. Haha. I know we’re technically over 16, but it still doesn’t look good for your family. They’ll be crucified.
Tan: You little monster. You want to fight? Where are you now? Come face me.
Isaac: Monster? I absolutely don’t want this to get out and ruin you and your family. So why am I a monster? Haha. Dunwan fight la uncle. I’m a fucker, not a fighter.
Tan: Why are you really doing this?
Isaac: You got hard right? When watching the video?
I grit my teeth and glanced at my crotch. I’m hard right now. I’m harder than I’ve been in many years.
Isaac: Your dick got hard righhhhhhhht? You’re welcome.
Tan: Screw you!
Isaac: Aiks, so ungrateful. I heard you got ED, so I wanted to help you la.
Tan: Where did you hear that?
Isaac: Where you think? Hehe.
Tan: I’m going to kill you!
Isaac: Walau. Chill uncle. Seriously, I come in peace, OK?
Tan: Where is my wife!?
Isaac: Huh? Still here la. Dun worry, it’s slowly winding down. We’ve been fucking these sluts all morning. I think nearly 4 hours edi.
Isaac: We’re taking a short break right now. After that, we maybe play a couple more hours. See la. It’s been almost 2 months since the last orgy so everyone is damn pent up. Haha.
My entire body was shaking. I want to chalk it up to rage, but there was no denying that it was also intense arousal. My dick is hard as a rock. I had to keep adjusting my pants due to discomfort.
The time showed that it was about 1.30pm. It seems like Elaine and the others were still at the foundation school campus. My thoughts were in a mess. I couldn’t decide what to do. Do I head over there right now to confront them? What would I even say to them? How can I even face them after what I’ve seen? Not just Elaine, but my mother, aunts, and sisters. How could they do this?
And this boy Isaac, what’s his goal? I quickly returned to our chat to resume messaging.
Tan: What do you want? Are you blackmailing me?
Isaac: No la uncle. Relax. Why would I need to blackmail? Everything here is consensual.
Tan: Then what do you want!?
Isaac: Haha. To play with you lor. I think it’s fun that you secretly know what Ms. Tan is up to. How will you face her everyday? Haha.
Tan: You’re a sick person!
Isaac: Yarrrr… Guilty. Haha. I’m sick, but my sickness is opposite of yours. U get hard knowing your wife is fucking someone else. I get hard knowing the husband knows I’m fucking his wife.
I was speechless at this kid. Is this really just a teenage boy?
Isaac: Anyway, no reason for us to be enemies right? Think about it. I’m the only one on your side. No one else would have told you this secret. We’re just helping each other out. I make sex better for you and you make sex better for me. So let’s get along, ya?
I had nothing to reply. My mind was a mess.
Isaac: Are you still hard? Try jacking off lar. I heard you long time no sex already. I got more videos. What you saw was just the beginning of it this morning. It’s been hours since then. We’ve played so much and so hard. Hehe. Wanna see?
Tan: Please don’t record any more! If it gets out it will ruin them!
Isaac: Won’t get out la. Dun worry. No one else is allowed to bring any devices. I hand out all the recording devices and I keep it all back. I don’t share the videos with anyone. Until now that is. Now I share with u la. So how? U wan me to keep sharing?
My throat has gone dry. I was at a loss.
Isaac: Eh, breaktime is over. Things heating up again. Gotta go record. Haha. I’ll just post the videos I collected in this past few hours one by one lah. You take your time and enjoy, okay uncle? Take this opportunity to get some relief ya, since it’s not everyday your dick can get hard. LOL.
There was a moment of quiet after Isaac’s last message. For that short moment I allowed myself to think that this was all just a bad dream.
Ding! - Ding! - Ding! - Ding! - Ding! - Ding! - Ding! - Ding! - Ding!
The surge of video clips suddenly came through the chat one after another.
These clips were of a smaller size. They looked to be shorter individual clips compared to the first one Isaac sent me.
I stared at my phone for a long time, feeling conflicted. Finally, I swallowed dryly and played the first video clip.
The clip started without fanfare, showing two fit-bodied pretty Chinese women getting enthusiastically fucked by Indian boys on inclined mattresses.
I recognized Claudia and Joanna immediately. The two were completely naked and lying inclined side by side on a couple of matresses that had been propped up at an angle by a larger pile of bedding behind it.
Claudia and Joanna each had an Indian boy lying to their side who were wantonly frenching their mouths while also playing with their breasts. Meanwhile, the two athletic teachers also each had another boy humping away between their spread toned legs.
From how disheveled and sweaty everyone was, it seemed like they’ve been at it for quite a while.
Joanna and Claudia’s deep moans of pleasure could be heard among the rhythm of squelching sounds created by those hard, black teenage cocks thrusting in and out of their aroused, wet pussies.
Eventually, the sweaty Indian boy fucking Claudia started grunting. “Nggh… Anghh… Wanna cum, teacher Claudia! Uhnhh… unhhh… unghhh…” he moaned while he kept thrusting lustily into her. He then propped himself up by his hands and started pounding her pussy hard and fast, making quick and vigorous piaking and squelching noises.
*Chok-chok-chock-chock-chock-chock*
Gasping, Claudia pulled away from the kiss she was sharing with the other boy, cocked her head upwards and gaped her mouth in pleasure from the rough and relentless pounding she was receiving from her young student. She started moaning gutterally, “Aghh… Ahhh… Ahh… Ah… Devin… Auhhhyeahh… auh Ahhh… yeah Devin! Ouh yeahhh!”
Beside Claudia, the boy fucking Joanna seemed to get fired up by Claudia’s moans. He too sped up his thrusts urgently into his pretty Chinese teacher’s willing pink cunt. In response, Joanna hugged the boy and moaned louder. “Ohhh… Oh-oh-oh-ohh-ohhh, ffuck… Kamal, ah-ah-ahn-ah-ahh… Kamal, ah- ah-angh-ahhgh, yes!”
The two rutting boys were also making crude moans as they aggressively hammered their hard black dicks into their hot Chinese educators with unbridled lust. After a period of intense fucking, they both reached climax at the same time, slamming their hard, long cocks all the way inside Claudia and Joanna’s tight, sopping pussies and groaning triumphantly in unison. Meanwhile, Claudia and Joanna both cried out lustfully on the receiving end.
The boys collapsed sweatily on their teachers and all four panted happily in each other’s arms.
The clip ended.
My hands were shaking again, but I immediately played the next clip.
The very next clip showed more of the same. Two different Indian boys had taken over and were fucking Claudia and Joanna mercilessly for a good 10 minutes while the two married women moaned wantonly in approval. It also ended with the boys deeply inseminating their teachers’s pink pussies.
Despite my disgust, I found myself freeing my dick from my trousers and slowly jacking off to the debauchery being shown to me.
The third video clip showed that the positions had been changed. Two new Indian boys now lay on the inclined mattresses while Claudia and Joanna feverishly rode their hard, black cocks. As their athletic asses went up and down on their student’s laps, other Indian students behind them were sliding vibrating anal wands in and out of their anuses, making the two teachers squeal with exhilaration and pleasure.
Claudia and Joanna visibly came multiple times riding those hard black cocks until their students finally blew their wad deep inside them again.
My body was on fire as I feverishly fapped my dick.
I played the fourth clip. It showed Claudia and Joanna again lying on those inclined mattresses side by side. They were sweaty, heavily flushed pink from head to toe, and gasping desperately for air, looking like they’ve just run an entire marathon together.
“Okay, recording started! Faster la!” Someone yelled out behind the camera.
It didn’t sound like Isaac. I remembered Isaac mentioning earlier that he hands out other devices for recording and collects them back. Presumably, this was another student that was filming.
Up to six naked, grinning Indian boys started gathering around Joanna and Claudia. Their bodies glistened with sweat and their cocks were slick with fluids. They seem to arrange themselves to pose with their well-fucked teachers for the camera.
Several of the students then grabbed hold of Joanna’s and Claudia’s ankles and raised their toned, athletic legs up and back so that both women were practically spreading their legs upwards in a ‘V’ shape, completely exposing their angry-pink, inflamed, well-fucked pussies. A couple of boys even used their hands to spread their teachers’s pussies to give the camera a better view of the hot cum slowly flowing out of the battered cunts.
“Nice… nice…” the cameraman said as he moved closer to film close-ups of both heavily creampied pussies. “Sweet. That’s so hot,” he added.
The cameraman then pulled back a bit to capture the faces of both teachers in the frame. It felt so bizzare. Despite being held spread open so indecently by their students in front of a camera, Joanna and Claudia didn’t even muster an ounce of protest.
“How is it, teachers? Enjoy anot?” The cameraman asked.
Despite still red-faced and panting heavily, Claudia and Joanna mustered a tired smile for the camera.
“Huff… huff… hufff… haha… Not bad… huff… hufff…” Claudia said.
“Ha.. hhhaa… hhha… yea, pretty good… haha…” Joanna said.
A shiver ran down my spine as a distinct look of pride and satisfaction materialized on the women’s deeply flushed faces. Despite clearly beig exhausted, they still looked jubilant.
To my utter shock, Claudia proceeded to slowly reach down between her slim, shapely raised legs and tentatively held her own pliable pussy open for the camera with her fingers. She seemed flex or contract her pelvic muscles which in turn caused an extra large ooze of cum to spurt out of her pussy. She then bit her lower lip mischievously and gazed straight at the camera.
Joanna too slid a hand down her flat, toned belly to her pussy and slowly scooped up some oozing hot cum with her fingers. She proceeded to put the cum slathered fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean while looking naughtily at the camera.
I could not help but blow my wad right then and there.
The video clip then promptly ended.
My entire body was still shaking and my spent dick lay limp in my hand.
I stared at the giant streak of cum lying across the coffee table before me.
My cum.
I couldn’t believe I could still cum. It had been so long that I had almost forgotten how good it felt. Imagine that.
I suddenly felt unbelievably tired. My eyelids grew heavy.
All of a sudden, my phone started beeping, jolting me back awake.
It was a reminder alarm. Shit, I have to pick up my son from tuition in a bit.
I stared at my phone. The screen still showed my Whatsapp chat with Isaac. Other than the slew of videos he sent, he had gone quiet. I still had quite a number of clips I haven’t watched.
I wonder what Elaine is up to.
The feeling of sickness washed over me again, but with it, a fresh wave of arousal.
Grunting, I quickly got up and cleaned the living room floor and coffee table to get rid of the evidence of my shameful deed.
After that I went out to pick up Andy.
As I drove, I kept wondering where it all went wrong. I thought Elaine was happy being with me. Had she always been unsatisfied? Why did she go behind my back, unlike the first time? Did she no longer trust me? Or was she ashamed?
I picked up Andy without issue. Other than the normal greetings, my son and I didn’t talk much. He was engrossed with his phone, texting with friends. Normally, I would try to loop him into a conversation to get his eyes off the screen a bit, but not today. Today I have too much things to worry about.
We stopped by a hawker place and had chicken rice for lunch. During the meal, I couldn’t resist any longer and tried calling Elaine. I called 3 times but it kept going into voicemail without even ringing.
My mind started racing in all directions again. It was already past 2pm. Were they still doing it?
I decided to try a roundabout way and proceeded to call one of my colleagues.
Tan: Hello, Kenneth?
Kenneth: Yup, hi.
Tan: Hey, just wondering if you’ve heard back from Joanna?
Kenneth: Hmmm? Yeah, she’s back home with me now. Said they had an emergency issue at the school in the morning.
Tan: Oh I see. What time did she come back?
Kenneth: Hmmm? I dunno. Around 1?
Tan: Oh I see. I can’t contact Elaine, so I was wondering if she’s still at the school.
Kenneth: Wait, let me ask Joanna.
I heard Kenneth momentarily have a conversation with his wife. There was a bit of back and forth between them.
Finally, I had a reply, but It was Joanna who was speaking on the other end now.
Joanna: Hi, Tan! Sorry ya, Elaine had to meet with a textbook supplier agent today. It was a last minute thing because the agent is only available today and will be flying on Monday, so she doesn’t have much choice.
Tan: I-I see…
Joanna: Ya… Also her phone had really low battery just now, so…
Tan: Oh, is it?
Joanna: Yarrr… Anyways, don’t worry la. It can’t take that long. She’ll be back soon.
Tan: O-okay. Thanks Joanna.
Joanna: Yup sure!
The call ended.
That woman… She was lying through her teeth, for sure.
After Andy finished his lunch, I took him home to rest. Once my son went to his room to shower, I took out my phone again to call one of the few persons I would trust my life to.
Tan: H-Hello? Ma?”
Kate: Hello son, how can I help?
Tan: Well, I can’t seem to reach Elaine. Is she still at the school?
Kate: Oh… Um… I’m not too sure.
Tan: I can’t call her. She was at the school just now, right?
Kate: Yes. We had a… um… meeting. I’m sure she’s still there and just lost track of time. Let me call someone to check on her.
Tan: Alright, ma. Thanks.
I ended my call with my mother.
After a few minutes, my mother called back.
Kate: Hi son, so I spoke with Elaine. She says she’ll call you back. She had forgotten to charge her phone, you see.
Tan: I see. Thanks ma.
Kate: You’re welcome, dear.
I proceeded to wait for Elaine’s call.
30 minutes ticked and tocked by, but my phone remained silent.
My stomach was doing flipflops.
Then, just as I was about to give up waiting, my phone rang. It was Elaine.
Swallowing dryly, I answered the call.
“Hello? Dear?” Elaine husked.
Her voice…. It sounded hoarse.
And there was something else. There were sounds in the background. I couldn’t tell what they were.
“Dear, where are you? I’ve been trying to call you!” I said.
“Sorry darling. Haa…hah… My phone battery ran out.
She sounded out of breath.
“What’s wrong with your voice?” I asked.
“My… voice?”
“You sound out of breath.”
“Ha…hah… Y-yeah… hah…ha…. I’m doing… haa.. Some spring cleaning… haa..haaa… At the school… hahh… With students… hhha… Alot of things… hah…haa… To carry.”
“You sound hoarse as well.” I said.
“I-is it? I… Well…”
Her voice dropped off.
“Elaine?” I called.
There’s that background noise again.
Elaine finally answered, “Ngggh… I’ve… been, haa…hah… Screaming… hah… All day…
“What?”
“Mmmmhh… You… haah..hoahh… Know how it is… ha… hah… With these rascals… Haha.”
My heart started thumping. My mind began jumping to all sorts of conclusions.
Elaine continued, “These kids… haa… Have so muchhh energy… hah..haa.. And they get… so wild… haaa…
My heart is racing.
Elaine kept talking, “And… unghh…nghhh… My goddd, dear… Hnggh… They’re so vigorous! Haaaa.. They keep pushing… haah… And pushinggg, hah…haa… And pushinggggggg… haa…
Oh god no…
“Angggg! So many times, dear… Unggghh… haaa…. They made me lose my mind so many times…. Hnggghh! And I screamed… And screamed… hhaa… And screamed…
“Dear, w-what are you saying?” I stammered.
“…at them. Hah… Haha. I mean… I kind of… hhaa… Lost my composure… hnggh… And screamed… so much… haaa… At these naughty boys…. Hngghh… anghh…hanghh… That’s why… hunghh… my throat… is coarse.
“Oh…. O-okay… W-when will you be back?”
“I’m sorry. Haahh…huhng… Sorry I’m late…. hnghh… Did you…remember to pick up Andy?”
“Y-yeah.”
“That’s… a relief. Haa..Haahh… I, um… might be out a while longer.”
“What? Why?” I asked.
There was a pregnant pause and a whole lot of background noise before Elaine replied.
“C-Counseling, d-dear… hngghh… Some students…hngh… came to me… hahh… hohh… With some… haa… Problems.” Elaine replied.
“I-I see…”
“Anggh! Biggg problems!”
“I… see..”
“Hungghh.. ohmigawd… Hnghh… unggh… And I really do mean… anghh… BIGGGG, dear…. Haaa…hah… They’re MASSIVE!”
“I-I see. W-what kind of problems?”
“Mmmmh… I’m not… haa… At liberty… to say…. hahh..haa..hha… Anything specific…. hanghh… I-It’s a sensitive… issue… haahh… oh god!”
“Dear, what’s wrong?” I asked, my heart pounding painfully against my ribcage.
“Nothing… haa… I’m just… haa…hanghhh… Handling… haa… Alot of…nghhh… BIG… hnghh… HEFTY… unhhh… P-packagesssss, oh-my-godddd!”
I was speechless.
Elaine continued, “Mmmhh, All…. hahh… I can say…. hanghh… Is that… my students’s… problems… haa…haaa… is very… DARK.”
“D-dark?”
“Yup!!! Hnghhh… Sooo… I’ll have to stay back… hah… For a bit… ahh… To handle these… hnggg… ‘DARK’ problems…
I swallowed bitterly. “S-Sure,” I said.
“I-I’ll be… hoahh… Hard at work… hnggh… Milking these poor students…”
“W-what?”
“Hehe… I’ll be helping them… nghh… To bury their BIGGG, DARK problems… hnghh… In some realllllyyy… aunghh… Comforting places!” Elaine husked.
I didn’t know what to say.
Elaine continued, “Unhhhh! Bury them… Uunhh… DEEP! Haa…hahh… Really, reallyy, realllyyyyy DEEEEEPPPPP!”
I felt dizzy.
“Aunghh… It… won’t… uhhh… Be gentle… hnggh… They’re at that age… so full of angst… hunghh…hahhh… and aggression.
My own breathing had become ragged.
Elaine kept talking, “Hooo… hahhh… So they’ll be rough. Hangggh… Really, really, ROUGH! AUHHH.. ONGHH.. HRNGHH… Oh god, so rough!”
I was gripping my phone so hard against my ear that my fingers hurt.
“Haa… haa… hahh… But I’ll make sure to help them bury their problems DEEP! Agnhh… AGAIN… auhh…AND AGAIN… hnghh… AND AGAIN… ahh… As many times as it takes!”
My body was shaking.
“Mmmhh… It’s my job… nngghh… As their counselor… ahhh… To just let them… hngghh… Bury those BIG problems, hnggh… As deep as they WANT! Angh…ahn..ungh…ughh… As many times as they WANT! Oghh…ahngh…aghh-ohmaigawd-ohmaigawd…”
“E-Elaine?” I said weakly.
“Hnggh… My JOB… agh…agh…anghh-angh… Is to milk those BIGGG problems.. haghh-arghh…angggh… When they bury it… AUGHHH DEEP INSIDE! Hnghhh… M-MILK… aghh-agh… their BIG, DARK problems… uhnghh…. for SOLUTIONS…”
“I was speechless again.”
“B-because… ughh…mughh… T-they’ll a-always… hunghh… Produce their own solutions… hnggh… In the end… Copious amounts of solutions… ahnhh… haa… Very potent solutions… ooh.. haa… It’ll all come gushing forth!”
Elaine continued, “Ahhh… oh…oh…yes…like that… T-these boys… unhh ohmygawd… can relief their problems… uhnnh… b-by w-working.. aughh… their problems… hnghh-unghh… t-through ME… anghh…”
It’s been painfully obvious to me for a while what’s probably happening on Elaine’s end. But my wife seems to believe I’m buying her story. She kept talking…
“Ohhh… oh god, that was intense! Haaa… hahhh… A-at least I’ll relieve it until their next problem arises… hahh… haa… hhaa… These kids… haaa… has so much… hahhh… HARD problems… dear, don’t you think so?”
“I… Um…”
“I-I’m sorry dear, haaa… hahh… I got completely carried away. Haha.”
“T-that’s okay.” I said.
“F-forget w-what I was rambling… haa…hah… about. Those are just… hah… some conceptual theory… hahh…haa… I read from a counseling book… haa… that one time.”
“Oh. I see. S-sure dear.”
“I-I’ll be back in the evening okay? Hah…haa…hahh… We can have dinner then?”
“Yeah sure.”
“Okay dear, Bye…. w-wait… Vikram! OH GODDD! Bye, I love you!”
Elaine ended the call before I could reply.
I slowly put down my phone and glanced at my crotch.
God damn it. I’m so hard right now.
After recovering from the shocking phone call with my wife, I went upstairs to check on my son. It’s a Saturday, so after his tuition, he’s free to hop on his PC and play Minecraft, his favourite game. Sure enough I found him gaming in his room. I watched Andy quietly for several minutes before retreating to go to my bedroom.
The long wait was the worst for me. My imagination kept taking me to the worst places.
Elaine finally got home at around 5pm. I came downstairs to find my beautiful wife looking a bit disheveled, but otherwise she hid most of the signs well.
She couldn’t hide the glow in her cheeks though.
“Phew, what a day,” Elaine said brightly to me, “You won’t be able to guess what happened today.”
I swallowed dryly. “W-what?” I asked.
Elaine shook her head and chuckled. “I’ll tell you after I shower. I’m completely worn out. Can you order Grab for dinner?”
“Ok, sure,” I replied.
The rest of the evening was so normal that even I started to question if what I witnessed earlier this afternoon was real. I mean, AI has come pretty far these days, so fake videos weren’t that far fetched. If it weren’t for that persistent glow that Elaine sported on her face, I would have seriously doubted the footage I watched earlier.
After dinner, Elaine hung out with me in the living room while Andy retired to his room. The TV was on, but I noticed Elaine wasn’t watching at all. She had a faraway look in her eyes as she stared blankly at the screen across the room, as if deep in thought.
After marinating in awkward silence for about an hour, Elaine finally stood up and stretched. “I’m going to bed,” she said, stifling a yawn. “So tired today.”
Ya, I bet… I thought inwardly, but my mouth instinctively said, “Ok dear, sleep tight.”
The ordeal must have taken a toll on me as well because that night, I fell asleep almost immediately after lying down beside my wife.
The next day was a Sunday. Elaine and I are not particularly religious, but we have always brought Andy to church to join their youth group, believing that is a good social circle for him. My family all attends the same church so we also tend to join the sunday service to catch up with family and acquaintences weekly.
However Elaine was sleeping in late today. She must be damn exhausted from yesterday. Still feeling bitter, I didn’t push it and I brought my son out for breakfast before going straight to church without her.
I arrived slightly late and the service was already in progress. Andy went off to join the youth group session which was held in a seperate hall and I entered the main church hall from the back.
I took a back seat. Instinctively, I scanned the crowd for my family. The church isn’t a megachurch but it had a healthy congregation. I eventually spotted my parents, sisters, their husbands, and other relatives spread out in several pews quite far up in front of me. They had their backs to me, so they were unable to see me.
After the service concluded, I approached my family as I always did after service on Sundays to find out if they have lunch plans that I can join.
“Hey kor!” my youngest sister Annabelle greeted me brightly when I approached. Roy, her hubby was standing beside her and smiled politely at me.
“Hi, any plans for…” I started to say but my words got caught in my throat.
Straight past my sister, my mother was happily speaking with some other church ladies and hovering right next to her was an Indian youth in shirt and slacks.
I recognized Isaac immediately.
Annabelle turned around to see which cat got my tongue and she immediately saw Isaac standing there while my mum seemed to be introducing him to various people.
“Oh, do you know Isaac?” Annabelle gushed, “He goes to our foundation school!”
“Y-yeah, he seemed familiar.”
“He’s our best student this year,” Annabelle added proudly.
“What is he doing here?” I asked.
“Oh, he said he wanted to try going to church on Sundays so we figured why not bring him to ours?”
I could smell the stink of bullshit mountain from here. That guy? That guy is religious? That pervert feels the need to go to church? What the hell is really going on here?
Isaac seemed to have caught me looking. He smiled and nodded at me.
I felt my face grow hot.
“Oh, you wanted to know where we going for lunch right?” Annabelle asked.
“Errr… Y-yeah,” I replied. “Just me and Andy. Elaine not here today.”
“Yeah, I know,” my sister muttered. There was a strange look in her eye when she said it.
“Oh? Did Elaine tell you?” I asked.
Annabelle seemed to suddenly straighten up in attention. “Err, no… I didn’t see her with you, so I figured.”
“Right…” I replied. I could sense her lying to me. But why?
“I’ll go ask jie if they’ve decided where to lunch,” Annabelle said before skipping away.
“Ok, I’ll go get Andy,” I replied.
I went to get my son and then rejoined my family who was gathering at the church hall entrance.
As it always was with big group lunches, we only had a couple of venue options that could comfortably seat so many people on such short notice. We were a big group of about 15. We ended up going to one of our favourite cafes which we tend to patronize on Sundays. The owner and his family are acquaintaces who attends our church as well.
Of course, being my family’s guest, Isaac tagged along with us for lunch.
At the cafe, I was seated near the corner of the row of tables that had been combined for our group. As I took my seat, I kept an eye on Isaac who was seated on the opposite far end of the row together with my parents, aunts, and uncles.
Isaac seemed to notice me watching him and didn’t seem to mind at first. But after we made our orders, he took out his phone and started to text.
My phone dinged with a new message. I narrowed my eyes at Isaac and he replied with a naughty grin.
Sighing, I checked my phone. Sure enough, Isaac had sent me a whatsapp message: “Watch me for what, uncle? You still not enuf videos to watch izzit?.”
I kept my temper in check and replied in text: “Why are you here?”
Isaac replied, “For lunch laaaa.”
Me:“That’s not what I mean!”
Isaac:“What u want me to say?”
Me:”Tell me what you are up to!”
Isaac:”Haha. It is Sunday la. Just want to go walk walk,” Isaac wrote.
I glared across the tables at him.
Isaac chuckled to himself and quickly fired off another message
Isaac: “By that, I mean I wanted to see all their husband’s faces. Hehe.”
I gripped my phone tightly. The nerve on this kid!
I watched Isaac casually start a conversation with my father and uncles. They asked him all sorts of expected generic questions, like what career he is aiming for (film-maker), which university he’s aiming for (NTU), what hobbies he had (making videos), and other stuff.
As I watched him, I realized that Isaac is an amazing actor. He really sold himself as a starry-eyed boy of troubled, impoverished origins, thriving under the care of the foundation, who was immensely thankful and humble for the opportunities that he was provided.
I stole a few glances at my mother Katheryn and my aunts, Julianna and Belinda. They were smiling along and nodding proudly to Isaac’s words.
Are they really believing the words that are coming out of that boy’s mouth? And how can they stay calm as if Isaac was unironically saying that his ambition and hobbies was making films? They should know exactly what he meant!
I glanced at my sisters, Stephanie, Jacqueline, and Annabelle. They sat with their husbands and children Around the middle of the row and mainly socialized with each other. Stephanie has 2 kids while Jacqueline has one young child. Annabelle and her husband were still trying.
The whole setting exuded familial warmth and normalcy. It made me a bit sick, particularly after having watched Isaac’s videos.
The food soon arrived and everyone dug in while they continued to chat and laugh with each other. Stephanie doted on her youngest. Jacqueline chatted and laughed with Stephanie’s husband. Annabelle flirted a little with her own husband.
It was the worse time possible to remember that I haven’t finished watching the videos Isaac had sent me yesterday. Once in my mind, it kept nagging on me.
My heart was racing.
My legs were already moving before I made my mind. I stood up and excused myself to the bathroom.
The cafe had two rest rooms. The one near the kitchens was the public one. However, there is another restroom next to the office. That one is bigger, comfier, and most importantly, so damn clean that you could eat off the floor.
That private bathroom is only known to regulars. Since the owner is part of our church, the church members who regularly eat here knows about the secret restroom.
I made my way to the secret restroom and let myself in. The place even smells great thanks to the essential oil dispensers.
The painful erection in my pants demanded relief. After agonizing on what to do for a minute, I locked the restroom door, popped on a pair of bluetooth headphones connected to my phone, and navigated back to the whatsapp chat I shared with Isaac.
The video clips were still there, just waiting for me to tap on them.
My heart was already racing with sickening arousal.
I know I shouldn’t.
But the need was real.
After agonizing about it for a few seconds, I pressed the play button on the next clip which I haven’t watched.
The video clip started off being bright white as if the cameraman had entered a bright place.
The camera lens then adjusted quickly to the light and a view quickly materialized on screen.
It showed a familiar four-story block building. It was one of several school block buildings of the foundation campus. I easily recognized the building. It was the building that contained the multi-purpose halls that the earlier videos were taken in. This cameraman was now filming the building from the ground outside.
As the camera view slowly turned, it showed other similar adjacent building blocks. I quickly recognized where the cameraman was filming from.
There is a courtyard in the foundation campus that is closed on all four sides by school buildings. This courtyard serves as a little recreational and green space in the heart of the surrounding building blocks. It was basically an open air grassy garden with a couple of gazebos. It would seem the cameraman was standing in that very garden courtyard.
After lingering the camera on the buildings, the camera then turned to film the garden courtyard and quickly focused at a large group of buck-naked Indian boys crowded together on the grass in the middle of the garden.
The cameraman then started walking towards the group of boys while filming them.
I saw that there were about a dozen or so Indian teens. They were standing in a circle around an area on the grass. It would seem that they’ve moved a bunch of mattresses to that spot to cover the grass in that area.
My stomach started to a knot as the camera closed in towards the group and I can make out three beautiful Chinese women with fit curves kneeling on the mattresses in the middle of the circle of Indian boys. They were busily sucking and jacking off the plentiful black Indian teenage cocks pointed their way all around them. I could tell immediately that they were my sisters, even before I could fully see their faces.
My sisters, Stephanie, Jacqueline, and Annabelle, were wearing nothing but a sexy pair of neon colored g-string panties. Their flawless, smooth, soft, milky-white skin seemed to almost glow under the late cloudy morning sun, contasting with their silky long black hair and inflamed pink nipples.
My sisters had inherited my stunningly gorgeous mother’s beauty and innate youthful genes. They don’t look a day over 23. I’ve often joked that if they don their secondary school uniforms, they could easily go undercover as a student at any school. Their heights were fairly similar with only minor differences to their frames. Juliana was slimmer, Stephanie had the biggest boobs, and Annabelle had the cutest face and most petite chest of the three. Other than that, my sisters had long, shapely, model legs and killer fit hourglass figures, courtesy of their yoga and pilates addiction.
I was experiencing double shock as I watched the scene unfold. The first shock was because they were doing what they were doing outside in bright daylight. I knew it was filmed on a Saturday, but what if some cleaners spotted them? Or someone flies a drone overhead? Hell what if this gets picked up by Google Maps satellite? One can never be too careful these days.
The second shock was due to how my sisters were conducting themselves. I’ve always known them to be proper ladies with a kind, cherishing demeanor and virtuous character. Despite their great beauty and charms, they’ve never taken a boyfriend in their teens and were serious about saving themselves for marriage. Their current husbands were their first and only boyfriends and the only men who they’ve ever been with. When it comes to girls, my sisters were always the epitome of purity for me.
Now here I am, watching my three sweet sisters each fellate and stroke off multiple Indian cocks while on their knees, like it was their life’s calling.
The camera circled the group, focusing on my three sisters in the middle. The moans and groans of the Indian students graced my ears clearer than ever, thanks to the bluetooth earbuds I was wearing.
It was so surreal to watch my sisters sexually serve their young Indian students. They were doing it with such skill and elegance, as if having done it 10,000 times before. It’s in the way they subconsciously lick their lips to wet them without thinking before wrapping them around a cock. Or how easily they slide those black cocks between their pink lips and expertly bob their heads forwards to slide it all the way to the back of their throat without a single hitch, every single time. Or how they never seem to choke or gag. Even when taking entire black cocks into their mouths, all they do is gurgle playfully as they press their angelic faces against teenage pubes and take those young Indian cocks past their throats.
My ears were bombarded by the neverending wet sounds of black Indian cocks sliding in and out of my sisters’s mouths. The sickening orchestra of squelching, gurgling, suckling, and wet smacking, mixed with the humming, moaning and hissing noises my 3 sisters were making as they worked those hard black cocks with their lips and milky white hands.
“Raju, you’re so hard for teacher today, hehe,” my sister Annabelle said as she stoked off one of the boys. She then proceeded to suck noisily on his dick, vigorously bobbing her head to essentially fuck her face on the boy’s hardon while making lewd squelching and gurgling noises. Afther a while she pulled back and resumed jacking the boy off again while gazing up cutely at him. “Was that goooooddd?” She asked kindly.
‘Ahhh, yesssss. It’s so good teacher Anna!” Raju replied.
“Mmmmmhh…. tell teacher when you want to come and where, okayyy?”Annabelle cooed, “You can come anywhere today except my pussy, of course.”
“Fuck! Why ah?!” Another boy asked, then moaned loudly when my sister Jacqueline slipped her pink lips over his hard black dick. “Oh yeah, teacher Jacqi…”
Jacqueline sloppily blew the kid for a minute before slurping off his cock. She stroked his wet cock vigorously with her hand and said, “Isaac decide one, ya. We’ll do lots of oral and anal today as usual. Be a good boy and follow the rules, okay Parvin?”
“Ugh… fine Ms. Jacqueline,” the boy replied, I wanna cum in your mouth!”
Jacqueline giggled, “Cannnn,” she replied and took hold of Parvin’s cock with both hands. She pointed his dick at her lips and proceeded to playfully wag her tongue around the tip..
Parvin moaned and hissed with pleasure. “A-and I want you to show it to me before you swallow,” he added.
Jacqueline giggled again and slipped Parvin’s cock between her lips once more. She proceeded to suckle and tease just the cockhead, expertly churning her head round and round, as if using her mouth as a masturbation socket for the teenage boy.
“UOHHHHHHHH! Teacher Jac! Ahhhhh,” the boy moaned placed his hands on Jacqueline’s head to slow her down.
However Jacqueline continued to expertly stimulate the Indian boy’s cock tip, causing him to cum in no time. The boy held on to Jac’s head and started groaning.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm….” Jacqueline hummed in delight and stayed still while her Indian student unloaded salty, virile, frothy white cum into her mouth.
After a few minutes, Jacqueline carefully detached her lips from Parvin’s cock. She looked up at him and opened her mouth to show him his hot sperm deposit inside her pretty mouth.
“That’s sooo hot, teacher,” Parvin panted and smiled.
Jacqueline closed her mouth, gulped down the load, and licked her lips suductively. She then giggled and gave Parvin’s spent cock a kiss. “Let teacher know if you want another go, ya?” She said before turning to blow the next student.
The camera moved on to my next gorgeous sister, Stephanie who was jacking two of her students’s cocks with her soft, pale hands.
“Teacher Steph, I wanna cum on your tits,” one of the boy moaned.
“Mmmm, can, but wait a while ah, Kevin,” Stephanie said kindly, “Bala asked to cum in teacher’s throat first.”
She turned to the other student and started blowing him.
“Ohhh teacher…” Bala groaned.
Stephanie pulled back and looked up sweetly at Bala. “What was it you said, Bala? You want to cum while I deepthroat you?”
“Yes, teacher!”
“Okay, sure. Let me know when you’re about to cum, ya?”
Stephanie then resumed her sloppy blowjob on Bala’s coal-black cock, slickly and noisily sliding it in and out of her mouth, as if it was a fleshlight.
“Ggggghhh… Anggghhhh” Bala groaned after a short while, his face contorting in pleasure, “Ahhhh! Cumming! I’m gonna cum, teacher!” He groaned.
“Mmmmmphhh!” Stephanie moaned on Bala’s cock before pushing her face all the way into his crotch, taking his entire cock inside her. She then gurgled triumphantly.
Bala suddenly grabbed Stephanie’s long, wavy, black locks of hair behind her head and held her head tightly against his crotch. “Aunghhhhhhhhh! Ergnnnghhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh!” The Indian boy grunted animalistically as he pumped load after load of hot boy-sperm directly down my beautiful sister’s throat.
“Mmmmm…. Gurgle… gulp… gulp… gulp,” went Stephanie as she swallowed the boy’s loads.
Bala finally released Stephanie and unsheathed his cock from her mouth. The boy’s knees were shaking and he collapsed backwards onto the mattress.
“Ohhhh, are you alright, dear?” Stephanie asked while wiping her mouth and licking her lips.
Panting, Bala grinned and gave her a thumbs up.
Stephanie chuckled and turned back to Kevin. “Come here, darling,” she said huskily, “It’s your turn.”
Stephanie giggled as she gently pulled the Indian boy towards her and playfully rubbed her beautiful face against his hard black cock. Then she quickly transitioned to giving him a full sloppy blowjob until the boy was about to cum.
“Akkkkhhhhh, t-teacherrrrrr, I’m cumming!” The heavily panting Kevin moaned.
Stephanie quickly slurped off the black cock, took it in her hands, and pointed it to her chest while arching her back to push up her gorgeous big, D-cup breasts. She jacked his cock over her breasts and giggled up at him. “Let’s go, Kevin,” she cheered huskily as she used his black cock tip to slap her chest repeatedly.
Kevin moaned and trembled. As he started to cum, Stephanie continued pumping his cock while using it to glaze her breasts with the Indian boy’s hot sperm.
“Mmmmmmm…. Tsssssssssss,” Stephanie hissed sexily as she squeezed rope after rope of hot white jizz out of her Indian student’s hard black cock and used it to paint her flushed chest. “There’s sooooo mucchhh Kevin…” she said and giggled at him.
After Kevin spurted his last spurt, Stephanie took his cock back into her mouth and gave him one last loving suck. After that she rubbed the boy’s sperm on her breasts with her hands while Pushing her breasts together for him. “It’s so warm. Do you like it?” she asked.
Kevin grinned wider than a Cheshire cat and nodded.
The camera returned to my youngest sister Annabelle who was now lying belly down on the mattress, bobbing her head while sucking the black cock of the Indian boy sitting open legged before her face. Behind her, another Indian boy was guiding his hard black cock betwen her curvaceous, yoga sculpted asscheeks.
“Mmmmhhh, arrhhhh,” Annabelle moaned, releasing the cock in front of her as the boy behind her sank his black cock into her milky-white ass.
The boy on top of Annabelle started thrusting and gyrating, making her moan. “Ooohhh Vijay! Anghhh… Yesssss…”
“Teacher, your ass so tighttt,” the boy, Vijay, moaned. His eyes closed in enjoyment as he repeated humped Annabelle’s pert ass.
The boy in front of Annabelle suddenly took hold of her head and slid his cock back into her gaping mouth. She quickly resumed sucking and slurping on his black cock.
Several other boys around the women were already passing a bottle of lube around and eagerly lubing up their cocks.
Jacqueline was eased down onto the mattress next. She lay on her side, continuously sucking off a boy in front of her while another positioned himself behind her and guided his cock into her ass.
“Angghhh… ohhhh….” Jacqueline moaned momentarily in acknowledgement of her student entering her from behind. Then she got right back to sucking the first boy’s cock.
Stephanie had the most attention, with about six boys coming upon her at once. In the next minute, I discovered why. I thought they were going to fuck Stephanie’s ass like the others, but it appeared I was wrong. The Indian boys eagerly arranged the mattress and pillows so that there was a significant bump and guided Stephanie to lie down on it.
Stephanie seemed to innately know what the boys wanted. She lay on the mattress with the bump as a pillow, but lay on it with the back of her neck instead. She let her head hang back over the mattress bump, which cocked her head upwards and back, like it was hanging off the ramp.
Most of the boys immediately gathered around her head. I watched with horror tinged with fascination as an Indian boy knelt directly above my sisters beautifully flushed face and prodded her lips with his hard black cock.
Stephanie just opened her mouth, allowing the Indian teen to slide his cock inside. The boy slowly began to fuck Stephanie’s mouth. To my shock, his cock was sliding in and out of her throat directly. I could even see the cock making a bulge in her slender throat and moving along her neck as it went in and out.
Other than the worrying gurgling and gagging noises, Stephanie didn’t seem to be in pain or discomfort. In fact her eyes seemed to be glazed over with pleasure.
“Auhh yeahh… Teacher Stephanie’s throat-pussy is the best!” The boy said as he reached down to hold on to the sides of Stephanie’s head to keep her still and just kept pumping his hips to fuck her throat, producing distinct gluck-gluck-gluck noises.
I know right? Another boy said as he reached down Stephanie’s chest to play with her large breasts.
One boy, seeing an unused hole, approached Stephanie’s legs. He pushed up her legs, presumably to try to get to her asshole. Still getting her throat fucked and without missing a beat, Stephanie raised her legs and clamped them together. Then she wrapped her arms under her knees and hugged her knees to her chest to bare her asshole to the boy below. The boy wasted no time pushing his lubed cock into my sister’s asshole. Stephanie was essentially getting spitroasted.
The debauched scene went on like that for a while with the Indian boys taking turns to pound their mouths and asses until they came.
When the video finally ended, I realized that I had been jacking off to it the whole time.
But before I could feel guilty about it, a new message popped up on my phone. It was from Isaac and it said, “You’ve been gone for 30 mins! R u ok in there? Ppl getting worried!”
I quickly tidied up and washed my hands before making my exit.
The following week, I went through the motions like a zombie. I could hardly focus on work.
Isaac had not contacted me again since Sunday, and my wife Elaine acted normal as usual. She seemed to have reverted back to normal working hours, coming home straight after work and even having time to cook dinner and help our son with his homework.
Meanwhile I started to weigh my options. How am I supposed to handle this? Do I want to initiate a divorce?
I still love Elaine very much. In addition to that, I am aware that I am unable to fulfill her sexually. So do I just keep quiet and let her have her fun on the side?
I had some hope that perhaps this little fling won’t last long. Isaac is 17 years old. My mother’s foundation only supports these kids up to O-Levels. After that they’re on their own.
That means I only have to endure this for roughly half a year more, then Isaac will be out of the picture.
Hopefully Elaine would have cooled off by then and we can return to being normal.
Yeah. That seems to be the best course of action for me.
The next couple of days passed quickly. Friday soon came around. I had some extra meetings to attend at my school, so I returned home a little later than usual. Elaine had already handled fetching our son and had even cooked a simple dinner for us.
However I realized the dinner portions were less than usual.
“You and Andy eat on time ya,” Elaine said as she came out of the kitchen.
“Oh, you’re not eating?” I asked.
“I’m having dinner with Yen,” My wife answered, “You know Yen right?”
“Ms. Chang?” I asked after pondering the name for a minute.
“Ah yes. That’s her,” Elaine replied with a smile.
I didn’t know Yen that well. She was one of the five female teachers at my mother’s foundation. She joined the foundation school about 8 years ago. I knew that her husband was a site engineer who frequently works abroad. Yen is quite popular with the students and known for her sweet and motherly disposition.
Yen is a pretty woman. Though not in the league of my mum or my wife, I would say she still turns enough heads. Some would say she is more cute than beautiful. I would describe her as motherly or milfy. She is a mother of 2 kids and is in her late 30s. I only have a vague recollection of her because we seldom interact.
“I had no idea you were good friends with Ms. Chang,” I said.
“We work together what. And it’s a small faculty.”
“What are you two having dinner about?”
“Oh, we’re just hanging out with her kids.. Her eldest is taking A-levels at the end of this year while her youngest will be facing O-Levels. Both are incredibly stressed!”
“I see… So she want you to do some counseling lah?”
“If it comes to that, sure. But not necessarily. We just want to pull them out of their books for a night. Help them unwind so that they won’t get burned out. I should be back before 10, I think,” Elaine said as she walked towards our bedroom.
Of course I was suspicious. But what could I do? I also wanted to give my wife the benefit of a doubt.
Elaine went out at about 5pm. Ms. Chang actually came to pick her up and she had her teenage kids in her car, so that set my mind at ease somewhat.
Also, I was encouraged by the fact that Elaine wass dressed quite modestly in a pair of jeans and buttoned-up blouse.
After my wife left, I had dinner with my son.
After that I fetched him to his tuition class.
I had 2 hours before Andy’s tuition ends. I decided to go to a coffee shop. However, before I could drive away, a dreaded message ringtone verberated from my phone.
I know that it could be anyone, but the timing is too impeccable.
I picked up my phone and checked it. Sure enough, it was a message from Isaac asking, “What are you doing?”
I took a deep breath before replying, “None of your business.”
Isaac: Don’t like that, Mr. Tan. We friends what.
Tan: We are not friends. Stop messaging me.
Isaac: Is Ms. Tan free tonight? I’m bored. Haha.
Tan: No. She is busy.
Isaac: Oh right. Yeah she is. Haha. But do you know busy with what?
Tan: Stop it.
Isaac: Aren’t you bored? Do you wanna watch some videos?
I decided to stop replying. Yet somehow I couldn’t bring myself to block him.
Isaac continued sending texts.
Isaac: I made some new videos last Sunday. Damn shiok one, uncle. Remember Sunday? You disappeared so long to the bathroom that people thought you fainted.
Isaac: Aren’t you curious what video I made?
My heart started that sick racing again. Sunday? He did something on Sunday? How? I was right there!
Isaac: Come on la Mr. Tan. We all men here. You really rather close one eye and pretend nothing happen kah? Haha.
Isaac: Have you tried calling Ms. Tan? She must be busy…
My heart was pounding. A few minutes passed and there were no more messages from Isaac.
Hands shaking, I proceeded to call my wife with Whatsapp.
Elaine picked up after a few rings. “Hello dear? What’s the matter?” My wife’s voice asked over the speaker.
From the background noise, I could tell she was in a public place.
“Um… Just wondering where you are now,” I replied nervously.
“I told you. I’m having dinner with Yen and her kids,” Elaine replied.
“Um… yeah. Just wondering where you’re eating.”
The call suddenly changed to a video call and Elaine’s bright, smiling face appeared on my phone. “Can you guess?” She said playfully.
Elaine started rotating her phone to show her surroundings. She was indeed at a restaurant. I could see that she was seated in a booth and there was some western food dishes laid out on the table. I even caught a clear glipse of Yen, or Ms. Chang, seated across the table from her and two of Yen’s teenage daughters, one sitting beside her and the other sitting beside my wife. They were both slurping milkshakes.
“Oh… um… I can’t tell…” I replied, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I doubted my wife.
“We’re at TGI Fridays,” Elaine said. “What about you? Did you take Andy to tuition?”
“Yeah, I just dropped him off,” I replied, “Sorry to bother you. Go enjoy your dinner. Tell Ms. Chang I said hi.”
“Oh… okay. I’ll see you later,” Elaine replied and ended the call.
I let out a sigh of relief.
This fucking kid!
I quickly texted Isaac back.
Tan: Elaine is fine. Stop trying to stir up trouble. I’ll really report you.
Isaac: Eh? Elaine? Ohhhhh I meant one of the other Ms. Tan. Haiya so confusing. Your wife is called Ms. Tan, and you and the principals’s surnames are all also Tan. Haha.
Isaac: I guess principal Katheryn, Julianna and Belinda should be called Mrs. Tan la, right? Since they are older? But seriously lor, it’s so hard to believe they are over 40 man. If you tell me they over 35 also I’ll doubt. Your mum and her sisters are seriously fine as fuck.
Tan: Shut up!
Isaac: Eyyy. Did I struck a nerve? Soli, soli. Dun angry. Nah, I give you some spicy videos from Sunday to enjoy.
Before I could reply, the damn kid sent over several more videos again.
God, I wonder if my heart can take this.
I was still in my car, parked outside Andy’s tuition center. I sighed and rolled down the windows a bit for some air before turning off the car.
After popping on my wireless earbuds and checking my surroundings to make sure the coast is clear, I swallowed dryly and played the first video in the queue.
When the video started, uplifting music filled my ears. The familiarity of the tune filled my heart with dread. Those were church hymns being sung in the background of the video.
The video image started off shaky for several seconds as the recording phone was fumbled around. Then it showed Isaac looking down at the camera. He was grinning at the camera. Judging from the position, I assume his phone was on his lap.
I could see the distinct well-lit high arched ceilings above his head. Those familiar ceilings and the sound of people singing hymns in the background confirmed what I dared not imagine.
Isaac was filming this when he attended church with my family last Sunday.
The view moved again as Isaac picked up the phone from his lap and pointed it to the front. I could see several populated pews in front of him and the large stage with the sermon podium further down. A projector screen was displaying the hymn verses that were being sung onto the background walls.
Isaac started slowly panning the phone around. From his left to his back, then to his right. From that, I could roughly make out Isaac’s seating arrangement. Isaac was sitting on the same row as my mother, Katheryn, and my aunts, Belinda and Julianna. They were located approximately in the middle of their long pew seat row in the middle of the hall.
My aunts Belinda, Julianna, and my mother Katheryn were seated directly to Isaac’s left in that order. The long pew which they were seated in had groups of people gathered more towards both ends towards the aisles while they sat in the middle, giving them some space from the other church attendees in their row. It was the same trend in the pew directly behind them, with people preferring to sit closer to the aisles, so there were no people seated directly behind them either. The pew in front of them were almost fully packed however.
Isaac casually oriented his phone to his left, giving me a view of my mother and aunts seated demurely beside him. My beautiful mum and my gorgeous aunts were dressed elegantly for church. They wore white or light colored blouses and medium length, colored bell skirts that goes past the knees, and ankle strapped heeled sandals. They looked immaculate with their neat, wavy, permed or straightened long hair, and very minimal make-up.
However, I noticed that my mum and aunts weren’t singing with the congregation. In fact, they looked kind of nervous.
The women sat very still in their upholstered pew seats and occasionally stole curious glances at Isaac and the phone he was using to record them.
After about a minute, Isaac’s hand suddenly entered into the phone’s camera view and he made a thumbs up sign before the camera while still recording my mum and my aunts.
The women seemed to take notice of Isaac’s thumbs up. At first it seemed like they were ignoring it. Then one by one they started to move.
While keeping very still in their seats, they each slowly started moving their hands onto their laps. A pit formed in my stomach as I watched the ladies grasp the fabric of their skirts on their lap and proceeded to slowly tug the cloth up their slim, shapely thighs.
Slowly but surely, my mother and my aunts pulled up the front hem of their long skirts and gahered it above their thighs. Then, to my further horror, the women proceeded to slightly part their shapely, milky thighs.
My aunt Belinda seemed to have pulled up the front of her skirt the fastest. She continued to sit very still but casually turned her head to the left to check if the coast is clear before cautiously slipping her right hand down between her thighs. My beautiful aunt Belinda closed her eyes momentarily and visibly shuddered.
My mother and aunt Julianna too followed suit seconds later, each slipping one hand between their smooth, milky-white, silky-smooth, shapely thighs. I noticed that their chests were slightly heaving, rising and falling more prominently.
From the filming angle I couldn’t directly see between their thighs, but from the slow controlled motions of the women’s hands, I had no doubt of what was going on.
My beautiful, demure, classy mother and aunts were MASTURBATING!
And they were doing the deed IN CHURCH no less! During SUNDAY SERVICE!
I felt myself start to hyperventilate but I could not tear my eyes away from watching the erotic scene unfold.
For the next 5 minutes, the three gorgeous women kept alternating between nervously checking their surroundings and closing their eyes in enjoyment while they continuously stimulated themselves. Obvious pink flushes had openly spread on their beautiful flustered faces and their breathing kept growing deeper and harder.
On Aunt Belinda’s side, she had the good sense to place a large tote-bag on the seat to her left to obscure her lower body from any wandering eyes from that direction. Meanwhile, Isaac himself served as a similar shield for my mum on the right side of the group.
Their illicit activity went on for several more minutes throughout the duration of the hymn and then carried on into the next hymn.
I noticed that my mother would cautiously glance straight ahead quite often. As if sensing this, Isaac momentarily turned his phone to follow her gaze.
It took me a few seconds, but a fresh bolt of electric shock coursed through my spine as I immediately recognized what my mother was nervously glancing at.
MY FATHER AND UNCLES WERE SITTING IN THE ROW DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THEM!
What the fuck?!
I could not believe it. My father and uncles were literally just less than a step away, completely oblivious to what their wives were up to less than a meter behind their heads.
The phone camera quickly turned back to the ladies, who I have to admit, are doing a pretty good job keeping up appearances. It seemed almost impossible to tell anything was going on from other angles unless one was directly in the pew row with them. Pretty much the only part moving were their right hands, excitedly going up and down between their upper thighs under their hiked up skirts.
I guess the look of obvious arousal on their flushed faces could be telling, but hopefully everyone’s attention was either on their hymn books or at the hymn lyrics projected on the wall up front.
After a couple more minutes of filming my mum and aunts slowly stimulating themselves in church right behind their husbands’s backs, the video ended.
I took more than a few minutes to fully catch my breath from the erotic ordeal.
There were several more videos in the message queue.
Sick with arousal and curiosity, I immediately played the next clip.
Hymns filled my ears again. It was a different song from the first clip. It would seem like the congregation had moved on to another hymn.
The camera view started off shaky again, but I was surprised to see my aunt Belinda’s beautiful face close-up in the frame. Was this clip recorded with her own phone?
The recording seemed to be in landscape mode. The view jiggled some more for a minute until it finally stopped and I could see my aunt Belinda holding out her hands towards the phone as if trying to stabilize it on something.
When aunt Belinda looked sure that the phone wouldn’t fall over she finally leaned back against her seat. She seemed to have placed her phone somewhere low in front of her to record herself. The only thing I can think of that could accomplish this are the complementary hymn books or bibles that sit in their receptacles behind each row of pews.
Aunt Belinda quickly glanced to her left and then to her right. She seemed to flash a nervous but mischivious smile to someone on her right. It was probably Isaac. Then she slowly pulled up the front of her skirt again and parted her sexy dancer legs for the camera.
I was way past any point of disbelief at this point. Here I was, having a front row seat to my beautiful milf aunt Belinda spreading her long, sexy legs in church before my very eyes. She was wearing a pair of cornflower-blue floral-lace panties. They were already wet and the material was quite see-through.
Biting her lip in excitement, my aunt Belinda proceeded to reach down between her parted thighs and rub her pussy over her panties with her fingers. I could see her furiously flushing pink mound behind the sheer wet fabric.
Aunt Belinda seemed bolder and more confident this time round, constantly stimulating herself while keeping a cautious eye to her surroundings. Especially the front row where her husband was sitting.
After a couple of minutes, she slipped her hand under the front of her sheer panties. She proceeded to excitedly rub her flushed pink slit and stimulated her clit directly with her fingers. Her mouth fell open slightly in an expression of pleasure and then she bit her lower lip in gratification while she excitedly frigged her pussy.
Aunt Belinda seemed to quikly slip into her own world as her enjoyment took over. Her eyes became heavy lidded and glazed over with lust. Her mouth would occassionally gape with pleasure. Even her hips started to slowly gyrate and wag as she kept stimulating herself directly with her fingers.
Her excitement began to graphically build and build. After about 5 minutes into the video, aunt Belinda suddenly gaped her mouth wide and jolted up a little in her seat. Her sexy thighs quickly clamped shut around her hand while her body continued to jerk up and down in her seat a few more times.
My brain managed to register the fact that I had clearly watched my beautiful aunt Belinda masturbate to orgasm in church.
Aunt Belinda stayed still for a moment with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open and panting while her clamped thighs continued trembling.
After a tense moment, she finally relaxed. Her face was deeply flushed and her chest was heaving. She quickly removed her hand from between her still-shaking legs and smoothed down her skirt to cover herself. Finally, she leaned back in her seat again and shot a glance to her right. She bit her lower lip again and smiled naughtily at someone. I just know it’s Isaac.
The video clip ended there.
With shaky fingers, I played the next video.
It started off the same. My aunt Julianna placed her recording phone or device on the back of the pews before her at around her knee level. She glanced shyly at the camera and then hesitantly looked up ahead, I’m guessing at the back of my oblivious uncle’s head.
Aunt Julianna carefully hiked up her skirt and parted her smooth milky thighs for the camera, revealing her peach colored sheer panties. Like aunt Belinda, her panties were already soaked and transparently clung to the prominent flushed, aroused pussy behind it.
Aunt Julainna rubbed her pussy over her soaked panties for a minute, exchanging glances and excited smiles with aunt Belinda, my mum, and Isaac on either sides. Then she too slipped her fingers under the soaked crotch of her peach colored panties to play with herself directly.
Aunt Julianna closed her eyes in enjoyment multiple times. Since she was flanked on both sides by the others so she seemed less distracted. However, several times, she would still gaze ahead at her husband.
Her hand never stopped moving.
The look on aunt Julianna’s deeply flushed face was one of wanton enjoyment. She looked like she was having quite a bit of fun.
Soon, aunt Julianna’s pleasure and excitement was also evidently building on her face. To my surprise, she spread her long, shapely legs a little wider before the camera. She started to move her fingers in her panties faster and faster, feverishly fingering her own heated cunt in public.
Perhaps the most jarring thing I noticed was the fact that she was staring straight up ahead excitedly, as if locking her eyes on the back of her husband’s head. Her mouth started gaping again and her breaths sped up sharply. She stayed like that, panting open mouthed with a severely flushed face while staring straight at my uncle’s back, fingering her juicy pink cunt until she finally climaxed.
And it was a powerful one. Her knees buckled and her feet nearly shot forwards. Her butt jerked off the chair while she came hard graphically for the camera.
After her powerful climax, aunt Julianna slumped backwards against her seat and she heaved heavily for breath with her head cocked slightly back. She looked like she was in a daze.
It was my mother, who was seated to aunt Julianna’s right, who quickly pushed aunt Julianna’s legs together and smoothed down her skirt to make my aunt somewhat modest again. Panting hard, aunt Julianna glanced sideways at my mum and giggled.
The clip ended there.
Shit this was too much. My body ached from shaking with arousal. My cock was painfully hard in my pants.
The car’s windshield was misting up before me, probably due to my own heated panting.
I lowered all the car windows a little more to let the air circulate.
When I could somewhat breathe again, I glanced at my phone and that next unplayed clip that was calling out to me. A sickening dread permeated my gut. I could already guess who would be on that next clip.
Part of me wanted to skip it, to at least preserve what innocence I had left of the graceful woman who raised me with love, taught me right from wrong, and shaped me to become the person I am today.
The other part of me promptly tapped on the play button.
My beautiful mother, Katheryn, appeared on screen. The view wobbled as the recording phone was being stabilized on the back of the pew row before her. It doesn’t look like she was holding the phone, so it could only be Isaac who was seated directly to her right who was positioning the recording phone before her.
My mother’s beautiful face was already heavily flushed. She kept exchanging glances with Isaac on her right. Her facial expression kept changing from admonishing disapproval to amused smiles, and then mischievious biting of her lower lip.
My mother slowly pulled up her already half-hiked-up long skirt. She was wearing a rather risque pair of white floral lace panties underneath. As soon as she spread her long graceful dancer legs for her camera, she slipped her right hand downwards and started to rub her visible pink slit on top of the soaked, thin fabric of her lace panties. She kept glancing to her left, probably to check on her sisters.
I wonder if the three women recorded their deed in unison or one after another?
My mother also kept glancing at Isaac to right. They kept exchanging smiles and soft giggles while her finger slowly stimulated her pretty lace-clad pink pussy.
After what seemed like a long while, my mother boldly slipped her right hand fingers under the stretchy soft crotch fabric of her panties. She started to finger her pussy directly, biting her lower lip and momentarily closing her eyes in enjoyment as she did.
After a couple of minutes, my heart skipped a beat when Isaac’s dark-skinned hand entered the camera’s frame and placed itself on my mother’s smooth right thigh, right above her knee. He slid his hands inward and squeezed her supple milky-white inner thigh.
As if not being humiliated enough, my brain chose this moment to remind me that my mother was seated right behind my father who was cluelessly singing hymns with the rest of the congregation.
My mum just closed her eyes again and bit her lower lip again. She seemed to enjoy both her own fingers on her pussy and Isaac’s bold touch on her milky-white thigh.
Slowly, Isaac’s hand started sliding up her silky inner thigh while continuously caressing and massaging her supple, heated flesh.
A couple more erotic minutes passed. Isaac then casually removed his hand from my mother’s leg, slid it up her body and across her chest where he gently grabbed and squeezed her left boob over her blouse.
Mum seemed to increase her tempo of rubbing and fingering of her pussy between her parted long legs. Her excitement was definitely inflamed and burning brighter with each passing second. I could see it in the way her chest expanded and contracted faster and faster.
Finally, without warning, mum clamped her thighs together, sandwiching her hand between them. Her eyes clamped shut and she furrowed her brow while her body visibly shook with an intense orgasm. He mouth formed an ‘O’ for a long moment while she shook and cum where she sat.
Isaac promptly removed his hand from the view and let my mum enjoy her intense orgasm for a couple of minutes.
Eventually, mum started to relax back into her seat. Her body was still trembling and her entire face was flushed pink. She slowly extracted her right hand from between her sexy, trembling thighs and quickly smoothed her hiked skirt over her lap.
Without warning, Isaac’s hand shot into the frame again and seized mum’s right wrist. He pulled my mum’s right hand towards him and he leaned into the camera frame and quickly sucked on my mother’s drenched fingers.
Mum seemed to gasp and quickly withdrew her hand before playfully hitting Isaac’s arm in a flustered manner. Her face still deeply flushed pink from her orgasm, she looked at Isaac admonishingly but she was smiling with shocked amusement.
Again this is all happening less than a meter behind father’s back.
Mum and Isaac seemed to suddenly realize their position as well and quickly sat back straight in their seats. Mum looked around nervously and exchanged amused looks with my aunts on her left.
I expected that the clip would end at this point. However, it carried on playing. Still in plain view of the camera, Mum tried to act natural and catch her breath for a couple of minutes.
Then Isaac’s left hand appeared again from her right side. He placed it back on her right knee and playfully stroked her skin with his thumb.
Mum glanced to her right and gave Isaac, who was off-camera, a questioning look.
Isaac started to slide his hand up her silky smooth thigh again, pushing up her skirt once more.
Mum’s mouth fell open and she tentatively placed her hand on top of Isaac’s hand to push it away. However Isaac continued to completely push up mum’s skirt over her right thigh. The kid then slipped his hand towards the inside of mum’s shapely thigh and squeezed.
Mum continued looking at Isaac as if still trying to gauge his intentions. However her renewed excitement was palpable on her beautiful face.
Mum continued holding onto Isaac’s wrist, showing some level of reluctance, but she was still letting the Indian boy caress her silky smooth, milky white, inner thigh. If anything, it looked like she was getting turned on.
Isaac’s hand then insistently pushed higher between mum’s legs and cupped her pussy. He started rubbing her mound and stroking her slit and clit over her soaked panties with his middle finger.
Mum closed her eyes again and her body shuddered. Her mouth fell in an expression of blissful pleasure. Her right hand moved up Isaac’s forearm, but she didn’t seem to be pushing him away anymore. Her thighs even parted a little wider to welcome the young Indian boy’s intimate touch.
After rubbing and stimulating mum for a minute or so, Isaac pulled the thin lacey crotch of her thoroughly soaked panties to one side in order to expose her heavily flushed and aroused deep-pink clean-shaven pussy to the recording camera. The boy then teased my mum’s clit for several seconds, making her gasp quietly, and then pushed his dark middle finger into her tight, moist, pink depths.
As her naughty Indian student fingered her uncovered pussy for the camera, the lovely face of my demure mother, the respectable school principal and esteemed pillar of the community, quickly dissolved into an expression of unadulterated lust and wanton pleasure. It was a face no son should ever get to see on their own mother.
My mum was obviously very turned on and she reached climax again quickly. She gaped her mouth in pleasure and slightly lifted herself off her seat as her body tensed with a fresh orgasm.
Isaac cupped mum’s pussy and slowly gyrated his palm while pressing against her hot cunt while she rode out her orgasm. When she finally relaxed and settled back into her seat, Isaac slowly started to rub her mound again.
Mum looked like she was about to lose her mind from overstimulation. She grasped Isaac’s forearm and started shaking her head to signal ‘no’ in Isaac’s direction. However the boy just casually started fingering her tight pink pussy again.
Mum started gyrating restlessly in her seat and clamped her legs around Isaac’s left hand.
Isaac seemed to stop for a moment and my mum relaxed a little.
Then Isaac’s other hand entered the scene. He grabbed mum’s right knee and tried to gently pry her knees apart.
Mum was still trying to catch her breath and was unyielding. After a short pause, my aunt Julianna, who was seated to mum’s left, cautiously placed her hand on mum’s left knee. Together with Isaac, they pried mum’s thighs apart again and Isaac resumed fingering her.
It was such a shocking scene. Aunt Julianna maintained a grip on mum’s left knee to hold her leg open to one side while her other hand grasped mum’s left hand to prevent her from pushing the hand on her knee away. Meanwhile Isaac similarly held on to mum’s right knee with his right hand to spread her for the camera while his left hand started plunging two fingers in and out of her tight reddish-pink cunt. Mum’s free hand initially tried to push Isaac away from her knee but ended up grasping his wrist and holding on tightly from the overwhelming pleasure.
Isaac freely stimulated mum’s pussy, growing rougher by the second. Mum’s legs began shaking powerfully. She suddenly pulled her hands back from aunt Julianna and Isaac and used both to cover her gaping mouth as she cocked her head back and her butt lifted off her seat again.
Somehow sensing the exact moment of mum’s orgasm, Isaac pulled out his fingers and used them to part her pretty pussy lips for the camera. A split later, mum’s hips quaked violently and she came hard.
I watched in horror tinged in arousal and fascination as my mum squirted powerfully from her spread pretty pink pussy right before my face. She ejaculated a couple of times. Her second squirt somehow hit the camera perfectly, blurring the entire camera view with her pussy juice.
The video turned black and the clip ended.
