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How Me Sushma was raped by my students and I loved it.
Sushma stood before the class of rowdy 15-year-old Muslim boys, her mind still reeling from another lonely night. Her husband, a seafarer, was away on a long voyage, leaving her to raise their son alone. The solitude was suffocating at times, a stark contrast to her vibrant college days when she was the life of the party, always ready for a wild adventure.
The bell rang, signaling the start of the day. Sushma took her usual place at the front of the classroom, greeting her students with a tired smile. They were a challenging bunch to manage, but she took pride in her work, determined to give them the best education possible.
As the day dragged on, Sushma found her mind wandering, thinking about her husband’s absence and the emptiness that filled her heart. She longed for the touch of a man, the passion that had been missing from her life for so long.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut with a loud bang. Sushma turned, startled, to see eight of her students blocking her path, their eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity.
“Mrs. Sushma,” one of them said, his voice low and menacing. “We’ve been watching you, and we know what you want.”
Sushma felt a chill run down her spine as they advanced towards her, their intentions clear. She tried to protest, but her voice caught in her throat. They grabbed her roughly, their hands groping her body, tearing at her clothes. She struggled, but it was no use. They were too strong, too determined.
As they forced Sushma to the ground, she caught sight of her son, Vivek, standing in the corner of the classroom, his eyes wide with horror. She wanted to scream at him to run, to save himself, but the words wouldn’t come. One of the boys noticed her gaze and grinned, pulling Vivek closer.
“Watch, little brother,” he said, his hand already unzipping his pants. “Watch what we do to your mother.”
Sushma felt a wave of disgust wash over her as the first boy thrust himself inside her. He was rough and brutal, grunting like an animal as he pounded into her. The others followed, each one taking their turn, using her like a piece of meat.
Through the haze of pain and humiliation, Sushma could see Vivek, his small hand stroking his little penis as he watched his mother being violated. A part of her wanted to scream at him, to tell him to stop, but another part, a dark and shameful part, felt a twisted sense of excitement.
As the last boy finished with Sushma, she lay there, broken and used, her body aching and her spirit crushed. But as she looked at Vivek, his face flushed with a strange mix of fear and arousal, Sushma felt a glimmer of something else.
A spark of desire, long buried deep within her, began to flicker to life. In that moment, as her son watched her, Sushma realized that a part of her had enjoyed being raped, had craved the rough, brutal touch of those young bodies.
Shame and guilt battled with a dark, forbidden lust within her. Sushma knew that she had crossed a line, that she could never go back to the way things were. But as she looked at Vivek, she saw a reflection of her own twisted desires, and she knew that their lives would never be the same again.
Over the next few weeks, Sushma’s secret sessions with her students continued. She would meet them in the classroom after school, eagerly taking their young cocks into her mouth and pussy. It was wrong, she knew, but the shame only fueled her desire.
As her addiction to the boys grew, so did her obsession with her son. Sushma began to play with Vivek at night, touching and stroking his small body, watching him cum for the first time. It was sick, she knew, but the taboo thrill of it all only made it hotter.
Soon, Sushma couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. One day, after dismissing the students, she called Vivek to the front of the class. Her heart raced as she undid his pants, freeing his hard little cock. She took him in her mouth, sucking and licking, just like she had with his older classmates.
Vivek let out a squeal of surprise and pleasure, his small hands gripping her hair. Sushma felt a rush of excitement, the ultimate taboo fantasy come true. As she swallowed her son’s cum, Sushma knew there was no turning back now.
Their secret incestuous affair became a regular occurrence, meeting in hidden corners of the school and fucking like animals. Sushma’s addiction to young cock only grew stronger, and she started bringing boys home to join in the fun.
The house quickly became a den of depraved incest, with Sushma, Vivek, and their various young lovers engaging in all manner of depraved acts. It was a twisted paradise, and Sushma never wanted it to end.
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