Indian Mom, Cruise and a Friend

This is revised version of my previous story - Helping Out an Indian Stepmom

This is a story involving Varun, his stepmom, Megha, and his friend Jason.

I am Varun, a fair Indian boy who is 22 years old. My dad, Manohar, works in Sydney, and, by his grace, we are all based there. I lost my mom when I was five years old, and my dad later married Megha when I was around seven or eight. He holds a senior position at one of the Indian firms in Sydney, and, in addition to that, he does many other things to earn money. With huge amounts of money in hand, you invest more, and luckily, he is earning well. That has given my stepmom and me a luxurious life. After completing my education, I also started working for an IT company.

My stepmom treated me very well. She was like my own mom, and I called her Mom. She is 39 years old and has a great physique. Recently, I found out that she resembles the porn star Pepper Foxxx a bit. She is 12 years younger than my dad and around 17 years older than me. To my dad, she was now like a prestigious item to showcase to society. I believe that's why he married her... hee hee, an amazing angel by his side.

Since we all stayed together, I knew their sex life was average, or you could even say poor. But it didn't bother her much. She respected him a lot and enjoyed her lavish life. We were both close, as most of the time we stayed together at home. We used to discuss everything--movies, TV shows, trips, and so on. Our togetherness increased when we shifted to Sydney, in fact. She used to accompany my dad to office parties, functions, and even business trips. She was fair-looking and stayed beside him like an attractive asset. She used to wear all kinds of dresses, such as sarees, T-shirts, jeans, tank tops, skirts, and more, and all of them suited the amazing angel.

Though she revealed more in modern dresses, she looked gorgeous in sarees, which were usually accompanied by mostly bare-backed and low-neck blouses. Thin saree materials added texture to her milky skin tone. She would be the dream of many men with her 33C-28-35 curvaceous figure. I knew her sizes because many times we went shopping together. We were best buddies and even went to beaches and pubs around Australia many times to explore the country. So swimming, dancing, and cuddling were pretty much casual between us, with pure love. She could beat many top actresses in her looks. Her water-drop-shaped boobs and curvaceous body made her an attractive sex doll.

Coming to me and my friend Jason, I am 22 years old, and he is around one to one and a half years older than me. We met at the company, and it was the first job for both of us. As we were in the same training batch and had similar interests, we became close soon. We indeed landed in the same project, and that made us buddies for all kinds of activities.

We both explored Australia together, not just its places but also many adventurous activities. Trekking, surfing, rides, pubs, parties, and even girls. We even went to brothels together. Once, in Melbourne, we went to a common room with girls for a lap dance. Both girls danced with us mostly naked and exchanged places on our laps. During that event, one girl liked Jason's bulge and opened his boxer shorts slightly to expose his manhood. It was quite large. This event made us bolder, and we explored the nude beach without any piece of clothing on our bodies.

We would speak about sex, girls, ladies, and porn, especially things like whether a woman might have had sex the previous night, whether she was satisfied or looking for sex, and such things about the girls we saw. We discussed whether a girl was decent or a slut, and many more things. Once, we even had sex with the same girl.

Jason had around an 8-inch thick cock, maybe it was 9 inches, and mine was around 7 inches when erect, with an average girth. Mine was straight, while he had a curved dick. During our conversations, we named his dick "Big Cavendish" because it resembled a Cavendish banana. Sometimes, I used to call him "Cavendish Boy" to tease him.

To mention a little about him, he was the product of two countries: his mom was of Indian origin and Australian, while his dad was from Sudan. They got separated, and this guy was staying separately now. As he was staying alone in a room, we, as best buddies, used to hang out there. That's where we hired girls and had threesomes. So, this was our relationship. He was a very nice, talkative, open-minded, and kind-hearted guy.

Eventually, he met my parents too over a period and became part of our routine trips and parties, even get-togethers and other celebrations. Thus, he became a close family friend.

On one such occasion, we asked him to join our already-booked cruise trip, which had been planned long ago. Dad had to miss the trip due to his ongoing business plans. So Jason became part of the journey, as we had no choice but to use the already-booked tickets.

We had two rooms allotted next to each other on the cruise. Jason and I settled in one, and my mom stayed in the other. Initially, it had been booked as one room for me and another for my parents. Although the balconies were separated, there was only a waist-height barrier between them. The balcony had a full view through a glass door.

It was a one-week trip from Sydney to Tasmania, with a few stops at different places along the way. It was going great. The three of us watched movies and theatre plays, went swimming, used the saunas and waterslides, had massages and jacuzzi baths, danced, and did many other things. She wore special and revealing dresses on the cruise, which she had purchased for this trip only.

During these events, I noticed my mom, Megha, checking out Jason. She was getting attracted to him after seeing him in the jacuzzi. His big physique, broad chest, and, obviously, the bulge in his boxers might have caught her attention. Any sex-deprived lady might crave a person like Jason, and my stepmom Megha was no exception.

I didn't mind seeing the growing tension in Mom regarding Jason. It was just a sweet attraction towards him. She was not crossing any lines except having fun during the cruise. More than a lack of sex, the cruise environment and the close contact with Jason's bare body might have been arousing her a bit.

At one event, there was an evening activity with some scary moments that frightened Megha. We made fun of her later during dinner. Then we moved to our rooms after dinner.

After around half an hour, we both planned to scare Mom and silently moved to her balcony. We crossed the gate on the balcony and moved to the balcony of Mom's room.

But a shock was waiting for us. It wasn't exactly a shock but a grand treat of the cruise. My mom was probably getting ready to take a bath. She was combing her hair and putting it into a bun. She was wearing nothing except a G-string thong, which had a thin strap at the waist and another strap over her butt crack, reaching around to the front, where a small triangular piece of cloth covered her womanhood. The thong barely covered her vagina.

Apart from the thong, she had an ankle chain on her left leg, a bracelet, and a pendant chain around her neck. We kept our eyes glued to her ass and her exposed back. We also got a glimpse of her breasts as she was combing her hair. When she turned and moved into the bathroom, we got a good view of her breasts.

Mom's breasts were roughly the size of baseballs--slightly sagging but full and heavy. Her dark areolas contrasted against her skin, with her prominent nipples adding to the visual that had already captivated me. I could clearly see her front in the mirror from where I was standing. I wasn't sure about Jason, as he was standing exactly perpendicular to her back. He must have had a great view of her buttocks.

She didn't notice us. We both stood there with our mouths wide open, then looked at each other and silently moved back to our rooms. We were totally dumbstruck.

We were not able to look each other in the eye after reaching the room. Although I had seen her in skirts revealing her breasts, high-rise shorts, and a slightly transparent T-shirt without a bra when at home, I had never been aroused. She wasn't my stepmom in the way I thought about her; she treated me like her own kid.

But this scene indeed aroused and amazed me. I had a small tent under my boxers, while Jason's dick was indeed poking against his shorts. It was almost reaching out at the bottom, as his shorts were well above his thighs. His size, anyway, made his dick poke out a bit.

We looked at each other after roaming around the room. Confused and aroused, we had no words. Jason then poured whiskey into the glasses and handed one to me. We kept drinking for an hour without saying anything.

After a few rounds, I spoke first.

"Man... hh... she is amaazzziiiing."

Jason said, "Yes, dude, she is out of this world. I can't believe my dick is still aching."

"Yeah... Can't believe what we just saw. It even aroused me. I'm not sure what to say about what I am feeling now."

Jason said, "We might have gotten even luckier to see her after her bath if we had stood there a little longer.... I could wait years to see her again."

Definitely, we were both astonished and aroused by the sight of such an Indian angel, especially almost in a naked state.

The discussion went on for a long time. We eventually ended up staying silent about it and went to our beds. My dick did spill its juice after some time. I am sure the same happened to Jason too.

The next morning, we met Mom in the common area and then moved to the breakfast counter. She was wearing a floral maxi dress that exposed most of her back. She had no bra, which made her breasts move with each of her steps and made our trousers feel tighter.

It was the final day of the cruise, and she mostly kept us aroused while being unaware of what had happened the previous night. Her swaying boobs seduced us and kept us aroused until we departed.

We returned to our routine lives soon after the cruise trip. With time, my feelings towards her settled back, and her nude image slowly faded away from my mind. But I believe that was not the case for Jason.

For some reason, he avoided visiting my home. Even my mom inquired about him, as he was missing from our ongoing get-togethers. She indeed missed him and mentioned that I should bring him so we could plan another long hangout at our home after the cruise. It would be great, as Dad was going away for a week-long trip and only the three of us could hang out.

She mentioned that the three of us could recreate the cruise experience and have a good time together. I loved the plan and started arranging plenty of alcohol and songs to dance to for the party night. I mentioned the same to Jason. He loved it but was not sure.

He was a bit hesitant to meet Mom because he had growing feelings for her. Upon my forcing him, he revealed that he had been disturbed by the event where he saw Megha almost nude, and she had not left his mind since then.

He even took me to a brothel and made out with a few girls, but all the time Megha was in his imagination. I didn't know what to say at first. We discussed this for a few days, and I came to the conclusion that Megha was gorgeous and a very good lady. She deserved all the happiness, and that should include good sex too. If not my dad, then someone else.

This thought made me think about setting up Megha and Jason. I then started imagining them together, making love to each other. I even expressed this to Jason, and he laughed at my innocence.

The talk made the situation a bit more comfortable for Jason, and I told him that it was fine for him to hang out with Megha to whatever extent possible if she gave him the consent. For the weekend, while recreating the cruise time, he said, "Can we recreate that nude show of Megha?" and laughed at his own idea.

He was comfortable, as I didn't find it embarrassing to imagine Jason and my mom making out. He said he had no intention of sleeping with her but had simply developed a crush on her, and she was his dream lady now. Whatever came his way from her would be his fortune.

With all this nonsense, we settled into our home on Friday evening. My dad had constructed a big two-floor house with four rooms, three bathrooms, and one kitchen. Among these, three rooms had separate balconies and one common balcony connected to the hall.

Mom and Dad used to sleep in a room on the first floor with a balcony and an attached bathroom. I slept in the room opposite theirs, with an attached bathroom. This, in fact, gave us plenty of privacy.

The room next to my parents' was usually a common room with books and was mostly used for office work. It had a balcony and was usually locked at night.

We arranged plenty of drinks, snacks, and food that day. Mom also cooked some special food for us.

I was wearing a loose T-shirt and cotton trousers. Mom was wearing a one-piece palazzo outfit with an attached top. It was a one-piece dress with buttons at the top and was very loose from top to toe. She was not wearing a bra, but just panties underneath.

She was again looking jaw-dropping that night. Her braless boobs were a treat to the eyes in her loose outfit whenever she walked or made any movements.

Jason came by 7:30 p. m. Mom went and opened the door for him while I was sitting on the sofa. She smiled and eagerly hugged him and then brought him inside.

He had brought a dress for her as a gift. It was a white wrap skirt with laces to tie at the waist and a crossed, multi-layered design at the bottom.

The asymmetric length of the skirt started at mid-thigh on one side and reached her knee on the other. It was a great selection for her.

She thanked him with another warm hug, and we started our party. We put music videos on the TV, and the party was going great. We occasionally chatted, teased each other, and exchanged our glasses. With the jokes, we were falling on one another.

After some time, Mom settled in the middle, Jason on the right, and I sat on the left side of the L-shaped sofa. Mom eventually patted and held Jason's hand whenever she laughed out loud.

After a light dinner and plenty of drinks, we started dancing. It involved very close body movements. We did try to imitate the dances on the TV, holding onto or falling against each other's bodies. A couple of dances even included holding her by the waist, and she even caressed our necks.

I stepped back a little from dancing with her, which gave them a good opportunity to dance together.

The loose dress she was wearing made the movement of her breasts visible to us. I removed my T-shirt first, saying it was too hot. Then Jason did the same after dancing for two more songs.

He was a bit aroused, went to the room, and came back wearing only one of my boxers. My boxer shorts barely covered him, showing his bulge. My mom noticed and teased him about it.

This led to a discussion about our private parts and which men had bigger dicks, what made women happy, and many other sensitive things. I think alcohol was driving all of us crazy, and we were talking all nonsense and dirty.

I then moved to my room and came back wearing just short boxers without anything underneath, like Jason.

We started speaking about our bulges, and I referred to him as Big Cavendish. Mom was puzzled and asked what this "Cavendish" was.

Then we told her why we called Jason Cavendish and how impressive his dick was. Mom put her hand on her head and laughed with surprise at the fact that we were both exposed fully to each other.

Our TV watching, dancing, drinking, and talking continued, and we were very high from the effects of the alcohol.

Then Mom went to her room and came back wearing a thin, satin-white, long T-shirt made of sheer cotton material. We could see her body through it when the light fell on her from the opposite side. She was without a bra, and we could see the outline of her panties, which hardly covered her crotch.

The conversation turned to how we were all wearing just one piece of clothing. She then mentioned that she was wearing two.

We both laughed at this statement and high-fived each other, thinking we might see her topless. She rolled her finger at us and stated that it wasn't possible.

The party went on, and I excused myself to the bathroom after some time. I spent a good amount of time there and came back after 15--20 minutes.

When I came back, both of them were dancing hand in hand, with one hand on each other's back. I smiled and sat on the sofa, watching them dance.

Then I noticed a panty hanging over the sofa headrest.

Wow, my mom was without panties now.

Jason blinked at me and twirled my mom, making her knee-length T-shirt fly up a bit and showing her naked ass. Not much, but enough to arouse any man.

Jason even caressed her buttocks over her dress, which she didn't mind. In fact, I loved it. But they both didn't dare go to the next step. Not sure why; both seemed to be attracted to one another and aroused.

The night settled there. Mom slept in her room, and we both slept in ours. Nevertheless to say, we both fucked our beds and leaked hot sperm in our boxers.

The next day, we woke up late and, as planned, got ready and went for a city tour. The day went as usual, like earlier, with Mom being more open with us. She became one of the buddies in our group, and we spoke openly about everything. This closeness between Jason and Mom grew a bit more, and they never minded touching each other whenever they had a chance to do so.

Over the next week, Jason was able to speak further and asked me to help him. I agreed because I wanted to see Mom happy. I was fine if another cock could make her happy; why not?

Then Jason said I could see him making love to her if I wished, as sarcasm in response to my statement about seeing her happy. That made me think about watching them making out. I was definitely a voyeur.!!!

On Saturday morning, I got to know about a delay in Dad's flight, which postponed his arrival by 9 hours. So instead of 7 p. m., he would be arriving at 4 a. m.

I didn't mention this to Mom and said I would receive Dad as usual. I asked Jason to accompany Mom until we returned, which would probably be around 9 p. m.

Mom was okay with this, and they planned to have drinks until we returned. We could have dinner together once I returned from the airport with Dad.

On Saturday evening, I left home at 6 p. m. once Jason arrived. But Jason and I had indeed planned something different. Jason would seduce Mom while I watched them secretly. I even installed a few cameras to record them.

After leaving home, I came to the balcony from the backside. They both settled on the sofa with drinks.

I was not able to hear what they were talking about. I messaged Jason about it, and he said he would call me using a watch connected to his mobile.

I then called Mom and informed her about the flight delay. I said I would stay at the airport hotel and come home by early morning with Dad.

Mom was a bit disgusted but soon cheered up with Jason. I believe this must have excited her too, as Jason was accompanying her for the night.

By the time I came back and got into a properly visible place on the balcony, I saw Jason sitting on the sofa with a whiskey glass. Mom was not in the hall or kitchen.

I slid the curtain a little and asked him what was happening. He signalled to me that something was happening and that Mom was in the room. He then signalled about the call and rang me after I had put my mobile on silent mode. I put on my headphones and moved to the balcony of the room to kill some time and then to see what Megha was up to.

The curtain showed a blurred picture when I looked through the closed window. I could see her changing her dress. She had been wearing casual pants and a T-shirt earlier, but now she was wearing the mini wrap dress Jason had brought for her.

She also put on her pendant necklace, which landed over her cleavage. She was ready by the time I saw her and left for the hall. She looked gorgeous in that dress. The sheer material and great design enhanced her beauty.

I had to slowly jump across the balcony again, cross the balcony railing, and move to the common balcony to watch them. To avoid making a sound and to be careful, I removed my earbuds and reached the balcony attached to the hall.

The curtain was slightly moved at one end, giving me a view of the sofa. I put my earbuds back in and moved to the other side of the balcony.

When I peeked into the hall, Jason and Megha were already kissing passionately. Their tongues were exploring each other's mouths. I missed how it started and what they had talked about before they broke the final thin bridge between their sexual encounter.

I was stunned. It was as though they had already discussed everything and were ready, just waiting for the right time and for one of them to break the barrier. I hoped Jason had been able to break it that night, and he was already tasting her lips, under lips, and even her tongue.

They became more aggressive, and he started kissing her lips, face, and neck. Mom was fondling his back, and her other hand was near his ear. He was squeezing her buttocks with one hand and holding her waist with the other to support her.

It was an intimate scene to witness. He slowly lifted her skirt from the bottom, exposing her buttocks, and started squeezing those smooth bums. She was wearing the similar V-shaped thong, which barely covered her crotch.

Megha was scratching his back and chest, with her tongue fully engaged with his. She was in ecstasy and lost herself under his charm.

He untied the strap at her waist, which loosened her wrapped dress. He turned her and opened her dress from the top, exposing her glorious breasts.

She was facing me with her eyes closed and her head resting on Jason's chest. He grabbed both her breasts and started squeezing them, which aroused her further.

Her breasts were roughly the size of baseballs and were matched by his large palms. She had just enough fat on her body that his squeezing made her flesh ooze slightly between his fingers. Her skin was firm but soft, without any stretch marks. Her tits were aroused, hard, and tempting.

She tilted back toward him as he kissed her lips and neck. She moved one leg over the other in an intimate motion.

This play between them opened her wrapped dress completely, revealing her front body to me. Only the triangular piece of her thong covered her intimate area. Her lust-filled naked body looked like a feast to me. I was lost in beholding her beauty. Her smooth, flawless complexion was arousing her son too.

Jason brought both his hands down, feeling her flat tummy and playing with her navel. She was held between his arms, and her breasts were pressed between his hands. This made them move together and become more prominent.

Her nipples were erect with arousal. Her face, neck, and breasts turned light pink from his rough handling.

His left hand kept moving over her tummy and breasts while he inserted his right hand inside her thong. The triangular patch of the thong barely covered his fingers, and he slid it down within a few seconds.

It revealed her intimate area to me. Jason caressed her thighs first and then moved one finger inside her cunt. An electric shock ran through her body, making her stumble. Her soft sighs turned the room into an exotic heaven.

He caressed her intimate area, moving his fingers over it and teasing her. Her juices started leaking over her thighs, and she was losing her balance with pleasure. She craved his lips and started kissing him, tilting her head back toward him.

After a few minutes of exploring each other's bodies, they separated. Jason moved to the sofa, sat on the small section of the L-shaped sofa, and pulled Megha by her hand.

She went down on her knees and pulled away his boxer to free his tool. Jason was fully nude, with just a watch on his wrist that was transmitting their moaning sounds to me.

He was sweating, his dick was enormous and already in shine. She held him with both hands, and the head of his penis still extended beyond her hands. She licked the top head first and then the entire penis from the bottom.

As Megha continued, her movements became rhythmic. Her hips and buttocks moved naturally with the motion, swaying from side to side. Watching her like that affected me more intensely than I expected. I realized that I was no longer merely observing Jason and Megha; I was becoming increasingly consumed by my own attraction to her.

Jason fell back onto the sofa with pleasure, and she slowly took his dick into her mouth. She continued sucking him while he moaned.

While she kept doing so, he slowly moved up and slid her dress from her shoulders, which was already trying to fall down. She moved her hands down to remove the last piece of cloth from her body, and her skirt collapsed below her buttocks.

As her dress opened completely, I noticed how her long, prominent labia became visible beneath the last piece of clothing. The sight seemed to draw Jason's attention immediately, and he moved closer to her with renewed desire.

She was on her knees, and Jason was watching her from behind.

My dick finally made its way out as I unknowingly slid my trousers down while watching all these events and listening to their moaning. Probably, the moaning was more to me than to them, as it was echoing directly through my earbuds. While she was sucking him, her buttocks moved back and forth. I imagined myself under her, with my dick deep inside her cunt. That would make her grind her crotch over my dick as she sucked Jason. With this thought, I started masturbating to relieve my tension.

Jason grunted something and woke up with loud moans while trembling. He ejaculated into her mouth as he held her by the head.

She stood up, releasing him after a few seconds, and rinsed her lips. She washed out the semen from her mouth and then moved her palms over her buttocks.

Jason then wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply. He moved her and placed her on the sofa. He slowly moved down, kissing her until he reached her intimate area, and continued.

She reacted strongly as he continued. He then stood up and positioned himself over her. He teased her before slowly entering her vagina.

She started caressing her own body and squeezing her breasts. He moved against her, and she continued responding to his movements.

They were not in rhythm, and Mom was in pain because of his size. Tears started dripping from her eyes. It seemed like she was in pain but also in joy.

Jason was struggling and grunting each time as he moved against her. Slowly, they found a rhythm. Both started moving their bodies back and forth. They were both experiencing intense pleasure.

She had her legs wrapped around his waist as they continued fucking in missionary on the sofa. They continued for a few minutes, and Jason moved to her left and continued, making their bodies perpendicular to each other while fucking.

His curved penis continued moving against her, and she reached her climax in five minutes or so. But Jason continued for a few seconds and then moved away from her. They held each other for a few minutes, slowly embracing, kissing, and caressing.

Jason then moved her over the sofa arm, massaged her buttocks from behind, bent down, and continued kissing her there. He sucked her crotch areas and her holes thoroughly and prepared her for the next run.

He stood behind her and, after a minute, directed himself towards her crotch and slowly moved closer. She responded as he entered her again from behind.

She undid her bun, which made her shoulder-length hair fall over her face. Her hair moved as Jason continued fucking from behind. I was getting a great view of her boobs swaying together.

Within a few seconds, she moved and made him stop. She immediately ran inside. I later found out that she needed to use the bathroom.

When Jason went to ask her, she told him she had to go for potty, as his dick inside her anus made sense of pooping.

She came back after around 10 minutes and sat over Jason, placing her legs beside his. They helped each other reposition themselves and continued. She was fully cleaned for him, from inside of her holes!!!

He would lean over her for a few minutes, and she would lean over him. They continued taking turns. I could see that he was fully engaged with her. She was tired after some time and stopped moving.

He then put her on the sofa over her stomach and continued thrusting from behind. She remained mostly still while his movements continued. He held her buttocks and continued rigorously.

She later arched her body and moved her waist up toward him. She recovered after a few minutes, lifted her upper body, and was on her hands and knees on the sofa.

She was breathing heavily and kept her eyes closed most of the time. Sweat on her body made her look even more flushed. Her butt mounds danced with each of his strokes. That was too erotic a scene for my eyes. I was relieved to see them fucking like pornstars.

Their intimate session continued for around 10--15 minutes. They were both moaning and responding to each other's movements.

He eventually stopped and moved away from her. He then stroked his dick with his hand and ejaculated over her back.

He moved over her afterward and continued kissing her from her thighs to her shoulder. She was covered with a mixture of sweat and their fluids.

She sat up after some time, kissed him, and said he had to leave now. He washed himself, put his clothes back on, and came out.

When he was in the bathroom, my mom touched herself and gently rubbed her body. She licked her lips and appeared happy about what had happened. She seemed proud of herself and of the experience she had just had.

After Jason left, she threw herself onto the sofa for some time. She seemed satisfied and dishevelled.

I then joined Jason in the parking lot and headed towards the airport to pick up my dad.

Kindly leave your experiences and comments.