I looked up and I saw a pair of feet under the heavy curtain at the door. 'Oops!" I thought to myself that I forgot to shut the door. I hoped the owner of the feet would go away. To my surprised it did not happen.

"What is going on?" My wife asked in a not too happy tone as I stopped. She was under me and could not see the door.

"Nothing." I lied not to alarm her.

She pushed her groan up and her soft and silky pussy muscles tightly gripped around my rod and she let me know in no uncertain way her intention, "Why have you stopped?"

I looked away from the door and took one of my wife's beautiful nipples in my mouth and resumed fucking her pussy. It was one of those spontaneous fuck that we did not plan. It just happened. It was a Saturday and the maid was a no show. My father went out to play cards with his buddies. My beautiful and sexy wife Geeta was helping my mother with cooking.

During this cooking Geeta took a break and came to see if I needed anything in our up stair bedroom. I grabbed her and told her only thing I needed was her. I started kissing her passionately. She mockingly pushed me away and reminded me my mother was down stair.

"Don't worry! All mothers know what married son and his wife do in their bedroom." I tried to assure her and continued with my kissing and touching.

Before we knew it I was between my wife's leg and was licking her delicious pussy. With my full cooperation she kept her pussy nicely trimmed. Except for a little triangle shaped V at the top, her pussy was bald. I loved to touch her bare sensitive flesh with my tongue. Her pussy was dripping with her juice. We both wanted a quick fuck before she returned to help mother again.

Geeta was now breathing heavily and pushing her torso upwards forcefully. Her pussy was convulsing tightly around my cock. She was showing all the signs of an impending orgasm.

I looked up and was very very surprised to see the feet were still there. Since there were only three of us in the house, you did not have to be a genius to figure out who was the owner of those feet. I was shocked as well as surprised to realize that my own mother was a Peeping Tom and was spying on us. I never thought this side of my mother ever existed.

My wife, with a muffled cry released her usual abundance of pussy juice as she experienced her orgasm. I thought what was the use of being modest anymore. The person we were trying to be quiet for was watching us. A perverse idea came over me. Geeta always loved to swallow my seeds whenever she could. Thinking of our onlooker I took my dick out of her pussy. It was drenched and soaked with her thick love juice. I made sure that our observer had a nice look at my hard and wet cock. I positioned myself by her shoulders and pushed my dick into her waiting mouth. She eagerly took my offering into her mouth and licked clean her own love juice. She then began to suck my dick furiously. The idea that my mother was watching me fucking my wife's mouth excited me beyond my anticipation. Within a few minutes, with a guttural scream, I shot my love cream into her sucking throat with a force of orgasm that I never experienced before. I flooded her mouth with more thick cream than she could swallow. Streams of white lines came out by the side of her mouth. She was happily pleased at my veracity.

"Wow! That was a load. What has got into you? May be we should do this quickies more often."

I looked towards the door, the feet were no longer there.

I was 25 years old and only son of my parents. I got married to Geeta about six months ago. Like most Indian marriage this was an arranged one. But now, I considered myself a lucky guy to be her husband. Not only she was sexy and beautiful, she was a person with a very pleasant personality. My parents and other family members immediately fell in love with her. As her husband what I liked most about her, beside being gorgeous, was that she loved to fuck. We both had limited sex experiences before our marriage. Two of us together experimented with our sex couplings and became very very happy partners. We learnt quickly how to trigger each others love buttons.

My father had a small but very successful export and import business and it was growing. He wanted me to join his company. But I took a different job with a multinational company. My father forgave me because it was really a very good job. Instead of me, Geeta joined my father's company on a part time basis and quickly became his right hand person. I wanted to move out my parents house but they did not let us. My father quickly built us a two room house on top of their house. I did not know then that staying with my parents would have such a profound impact in our love lives.

My father was about 50 years old workaholic person. He was having some health problem, but that did not stop him from working hard against all of our advice. My mother was about 44 or 45 years old. She was one of those ladies who always looked much younger than their age. On top that she had kept herself in a very good shape. Her figure was slim and attractive. Geeta often joked that people always mistook them as sisters when they went out shopping together.

Until that day I never considered my mother in a sexual way. But after that day I often left our door or window open while fucking Geeta, of course she did not suspect anything. I put up very good show for my mother to watch. The idea that somebody was watching us fucking was very exciting to me. Amazing part of the whole thing was the Peeping Tom was none other than my saintly mother. It made me even more aggressive and intense lover, and Geeta loved every moment of it. After a while I began to wonder how it would be to have a sex partner in our bedroom. But I was not sure how Geeta would react to this idea. I hatched a plot and decided to act upon it.

"Did you ever make love to any woman?" One day I asked Geeta after one of our intense fucking session.

"No."

"Have you ever wanted to fuck a woman? Have you ever wanted to eat her pussy and let her eat yours?"

"Never!" She looked at me suspiciously, "Come on what's on your mind? Let me hear it, whatever it is inside your fertile head."

"No, I thought you may like to eat pussies."

"What makes you say so?"

"I am saying that because you always love to eat your own pussy."

"I don't do any such thing and how could I? I don't have yard long tongue. But you do eat my pussy and you know very well that I love it when you eat me pussy."

I just smiled at her without saying anything more went to sleep.

I asked her the same question couple of days later. This time she got little bit irritated.

"Why you kept asking me the same question that if I love to eat my pussy?"

"Because you do. You love to lick your own pussy juice from my dick all the time. So I thought you may love to eat another pussy."

"I love to suck your penis, does that mean I will love to suck another?" She turned the table on me. I thought for a while before answering.

"Women are beautiful with their sexy curves and soft silky fleshes. Men are mostly muscles and hair. Two dicks in a room would be one too many."

"So, let me understand it right. You want me to fuck another woman and you want to join us. This is your way to fuck another pussy. But you would not want me to do another dick! Right?" She paused for a moment, "What is going on honey? Are you tired of fucking me already?".

"No baby, it was just a thought." I quickly backtracked at her interrogation, "I love you and I would not do anything against your wish."

Few days later, after we were exhausted fucking each other, she brought up the question this time.

"Who do you want me to fuck?"

"What baby?" I acted dumb.

"Who is the woman you want me to fuck?"

"No one in particular. Like I told you before it was just a thought."

I saw a faint flicker that my plan was still alive.

We held each other tight and prepared to go to sleep.

After a long pause I asked her, "Are a asleep honey?"

"Not yet." She replied in a sleepy voice.

"I don't know if or how should I tell you this."

"What?" She asked in a dreamy voice.

"Oh, nothing. It's not important."

I knew I aroused her curiosity enough. I also knew she would do anything to find out once she was curious.

After her repeated persistence I told her that mother had been watching us. She almost fell off the bed and did not believe me. Next day was Saturday and I decided to prove it to her.

We began our fucking ritual. This time I asked her to ride my pole so she could face the door. She gracefully lowered her body over my groin and engulfed my dick into her dripping pussy. She started riding my pole up and down very seductively. She began to touch her boobs and tweaked her nipples.

"Is she here?" I asked.

"She is not coming. It is all imaginations of your fertile and perverted mind, dear."

All of a sudden I noticed a change in her. She lowered herself and whispered into my ears, "She is here. What should we do?"

"Just don't do anything abruptly. Keep fucking me as if you don't know she is here."

After her initial shock wore off, she whispered into my ears, "I think it is kind of sexy and exciting that someone is watching us fucking like this. Should we make more noises?"

"More the better. Let us give her a great show." I concurred.

After few minutes of intense fucking we both exploded into thunderous orgasms simultaneously and made more groaning and moaning than we were used to. When we were done my mother left as quietly as she came.

When we regained our our breathing, Geeta looked deeply into my eyes in a probing way.

"Why you are looking at me like that?"

"How long this has been going on?"

"About a month that I know off."

"Now I understand. You are one sick and perverted person."

"What did I do?" I asked innocently.

"You want me to fuck your mother and through me you want to fuck your own mother.