Weight of Motherhood

The Ecstacy (🔞🔥)

Sumitra stepped closer to Govardhan, her hands deftly working on the knots of his sherwani. The garment fell away, revealing the taut muscles of his chest, gleaming with the sweat of anticipation.

Govardhan's eyes never left hers, a silent communication passing between them that was more intimate than any words could convey.

Shyam watched, frozen, as she continued to strip him down, removing his pagdi and mala, and finally, his dhoti. His manhood stood proud and unyielding, a testament to his virility.

The sight of Govardhan's naked body sent a jolt through Shyam. He had never seen a man so... beautiful. His thoughts swirled in a tornado of confusion and desire.

His legs wobbled, and he reached for the doorframe, using it as a crutch to keep himself upright. The scene unfolding before him was both terrifying and electrifying.

Sumitra saw Shyam and intruder in their personal life. She stepped away from Govardhan, asked shyam with a mixture of rage and uncontrollable lust for Govardhan "What are you looking at, bitch?" she spat, her voice thick with passion. "He is mine, his body, his heart, and his big cock." .

Her lips and eyes only focusing on the big monster that Govardhan command. She started her work on her target ignoring the very existence of a newly wedded bride near her.

"I was ju-", Shyam tried to explain to her about the unwarranted kisses he received from Govardhan.

He was stopped by Govardhan's voice, with a mixture of ecstasy and annoyance "just get out, we are trying to have some fu- ahhmmm ahmmm" white elixir of life as Sumitra called it spurted out of Govardhan's shaft.

Sumitra gulped it like ice cream and said "You want a taste of it, kiss me"...

Now it has become too unbearable, he stormed out

He stumbled backward, the door slamming shut behind him as he staggered into the dimly lit corridor. His heart thundered in his chest like a wild beast in a cage, desperate to break free.

The sounds of passion from the room grew louder, a symphony of moans and grunts that seemed to echo through the very walls of the palace. The hallways felt suffocating, the air thick with the scent of sex.

He ran to sumitra's room knowing that his own room is now completely under the power of couples lust and hunger for each other. Even with a closed door he could still have couples voices which had an effect on him as his manhood tried its best to break the prison of his lingerie and lehanga.

He couldn't bear it any longer; he had to find some kind of release for the fire that was consuming him.

With trembling hands, Shyam began to undo the delicate hooks of his blouse.

Each one released with a quiet snick, revealing more and more of his creamy skin. The fabric fell away, pooling at his feet to reveal the crimson lingerie beneath. His breasts heaved with each ragged breath, the lace cups straining against his hardened nipples.

He stepped out of the puddle of fabric, feeling exposed and yet strangely powerful.

His reflection in a nearby mirror showed a creature of want, lipstick smeared across his lips like a warrior's battle paint, telling a silent tale of his submission to Govardhan's dominance.

His eyes searched the reflection, seeking answers, but all he found was a burning need that seemed to consume him from within.

Shaking his head to clear the fog of lust, Shyam padded down the hallway, the soft cushion of the carpet muffling the sound of his bare feet.

Without thinking, he peeled away his lehanga, standing before the mirror in nothing but his undergarments.

Standing naked before the mirror, Shyam watched as his hand trailed down his chest, his fingertips brushing over the sensitive peaks before dipping lower. His stomach muscles clenched as he cupped himself.

"What the hell Am I" his right hand still rubbing against the nipple of his false breast form.
He could swear with each touch his imaginary nipples were getting more sensitive.

He was busy cupping breast with right hand and rubbing his cock with left. He kept going at it until all of his lust came out as white liquid from manhood.

Some liquid fell on the mirror while other fell on a strange object.

It was what a woman desires in her time of need, the purple phallic structure was now covered in shyam's cum.

Shyam looked at the dildo, if the plastic toy was bigger than his organ. He picked the dildo from dressing table and brought to his face.

He has completely stopped thinking, the only thing in his mind is now the white liquid that came out of him just a moment ago. He braught his toungue out wondering how the liquid tastes he has heard about it being salty but as a straight guy never tried it.

Now is the time he can took first step towards discovery of the other life. The taste was different from anything he tasted the aroma that it was oozing was intoxicating.

Shyam could feel lust building up as he licked all the liquid from the dildo.

Just as he cleaned it with his tongue and lips, his ass demanded its fair share for the enjoyment. He could still hear the sound coming from the couple, it felt like they were challangeing him. He made sure he wont go without a fight

He took out some lube and applied at both the dildo and the enterence of his backside. The pain was unbearable but the pleasure was even greater. He started slow and then increased his rhythm.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, bare chest, with a plastic dildo in his hand, shyam was anything but a man but right now couldn't care less.

His jewelery no matter how expensive still holds no value to the pleasure he was getting from riding this plastic companion.
It went on for a few minutes till he was exhausted from extreme anal pleasure. His sperm spurt out in his already prepared hand, not wasting even a single drop. He gulped it all.

Exhausted from the wildest night of his life, he went on to sleep on the floor itself not having a strength to pull himself to the bed.

The night grew darker as he fell into the arm of deep sleep.