Whispers in the Bakery – Part 2

Hey everyone, it’s Mayur here, back with another chapter of our story. This time, let’s take a deeper dive into the heart of it all—the one and only Minu, my mom. You all know her, but there’s always more to uncover.

For those of you just tuning in, I’m Mayur, originally from Telangana, with roots that trace back to Gujarat. I grew up in a household filled with love, tradition, and a hint of spice. My father runs his bakery business with a workshop back home.

Although today, the spotlight isn’t on him—it’s all about Minu.

Minu, or Minal, is a 48-year-old woman with a dusky brown complexion that radiates strength and elegance. She’s always been a woman of contrasts—once more traditional, now a proud and unapologetic embrace of modernity.

At home, she loves wearing tight kurtas with pyjamas. During functions, a traditional Gujarati saree that hugs her curves in all the right places. With a 36C-32-34 figure, her soft boobs and soft waistline are the epitome of comfort and sensuality.

Despite her age, Minu carries herself with confidence, remaining an absolute knockout. But that’s only the start. Inside, there’s a heat within her that you can’t help but see. The sort of fire that’s been there all along, just waiting for the right moment to ignite.

Now, coming to the story-

As Maa and Ustad shared their tender moment, the sudden sound of the oven timer interrupted their embrace. The timer was a reminder of the tasks that still awaited them.

Mom, still basking in the afterglow, smiled softly as she gazed at the timer. “Looks like we’ve some work to do, Ustad,” she said, her voice playfully teasing. “The oven isn’t going to wait for us.”

Ustad had this completely warm and friendly smile. “Guess it’s time to get back to reality,” he winked. “Shall we?”

They quickly moved to get dressed, but the heat of the moment lingered. Maa slipped on an apron over her nude body, and Ustad did the same. They worked side by side, the intimacy of their earlier connection adding an extra layer of flirtatious energy to their interaction.

As they worked, Ustad’s hands grazed my Maa’s arm. She rolled over in his direction and laughed teasingly at him. “Careful, Ustad. You might distract me with those touches,” she teased.

Ustad leaned close to Maa, his lips nearly touching her ear lobes. “Maybe I’m just trying to spice things up,” he murmured, his warm mouth close to hers.

Mom smiled gently, her hand running down his back gently. “You’re totally rocking it,” she joked, her eyes shining.

He quickly pecked her cheek and held on for a little long. Mom’s cheeks flushed as she gazed up at him, her smile brightly. “You’re impossible,” she laughed.

“And you’re just too hard to refuse,” Ustad told her, his eyes shining with affection. He bent and gave her a fast but tender kiss.

As they strolled around the bakery, they continued chatting and joking. On their way, Minu bumped into Ustad by accident, and he warmly hugged her. “We’re a good pair, ain’t we ?” he whispered, gently pecking at her cheeks.

“Yes, we do,” Maa said reassuringly. “Even with flour all over us, everything is always fun when you are here.”

As they returned to work, you could literally sense the tension between them. Ustad was frosting cupcakes, but he kept glancing over at Minu as she frosted a multi-tiered cake.

“Watch out for that swirl,” he flirted. “You’re making it look a bit too sensual.”

Minu smirked over her shoulder. “I thought you liked it when I took my time.”

He stepped closer, brushing her lower back. “I do. But it’s getting hard to focus.”

“You better finish your batch,” she said, lips curving. “Or I’ll start charging you per flirt.”

“Then I’ll pay in kisses,” he whispered, kissing just below her ear. She gasped, laughing, nearly smudging her work.

“Ustad! Keep that up, and this cake’s going down.”

He winked, grabbing sprinkles. “Then let’s finish fast. I’ve got something sweeter in mind.”

Minu dipped a finger in icing, licking it slowly while locking eyes with him. “Better hurry. I might not save you any.”

Their hands brushed, laughter mixing with the sweet scent of the bakery. As the last swirl was finished, Ustad leaned in and kissed her, and Minu kissed him back.

“Perfect,” he said with a soft smile.

“The cake?” she asked, teasing.

He leaned in, eyes warm. “Us.”

After packing and keeping the cakes in the fridge, Minu turned to clean the workshop. But Ustad stopped her with a mischievous smile. “Not yet—there’s one more thing,” he said, lifting her in his muscular arms that were covered with cream. He set her on the flour-covered counter.

“Ustad, it’s messy here…” she whispered.

He leaned in close to her, his eyes shining. “So are we.”

Ustad slid off Maa’s apron, his hands catching her boobs, his thumbs gently stroking over her erect nipples as he bent to kiss her deeply.

“Your hands have been kneading dough all morning,” he sighed, his lips tracing along her neck, “but all I want to grab now… is you.”

Minu moaned softly, her hands tangling into his hair. “You’ve been creaming those cakes,” she breathed back, “but I think the one who will get messy is me.”

He smiled, gently pushing her back against the table smeared with flour. “Then, let’s not waste a drop.”

Minu clung to Ustad, her breath hitching as she gave up on his kiss, her body pressing against him, fingers messing his hair.

“I shouldn’t… but I want you,” she panted and pressed her lips against his.

Ustad kissed her deeper, his voice rough with longing. “Then don’t stop. Let me take all of you.”

Maa’s breath caught as he took a step back, his eyes blazing with hunger. He ran his hands slowly down her thighs. His fingers traced the curves before he held them and pushed them wide apart.

“Let’s get down to business…” he said teasingly.

He bent down and pressed his mouth on her pussy.

“I’ve been wanting this all morning.” Maa’s fingers twisted in his hair, her voice trembling with pleasure.

“So, what’s your game plan here, Ustad?” she joked, her hips giving a little lift.

Maa’s hands tugged Ustad closer, her breath shaky with desire.

“Taste me,” she whispered gently, her voice trembling.

As he kneeled between her legs, his tongue touched her wet shaved pussy, giving her shudders.

“Oh, Ustad,” she moaned, pushing her hips forward into his face.

He grunted, his tongue weaving in and out of her pussy as the rest of the universe faded away, their breathing entwined with the sweet scent hanging in the air.

As Ustad’s lips explored her, Minu’s hands swirled around his neck, pulling him closer, whispering, “Harder, babe,” in desire.

He squeezed her thighs tighter, lifting her waist slightly as he maintained his lips on her cunt. Flour surrounds them, coating their skin with a light, powdery white dust.

“I want you inside me,” Maa said, her hips pressing against him.

Ustad groaned. “Not yet,” he teased, fingers grazing her pussy. “I want to savour this,” Mom’s fingers ran down his hairy chest, her nails digging into the back of Ustad.

Ustad gripped Minu’s thighs, his head buried deeper within her, his breathing hot on her skin.

“You taste like sugar and sin,” he growled.

Maa’s moans echoed in the bakery as she clawed at his scalp, lost in the pleasure. “Ustad… oh God,” she whimpered.

The air was thick with heat, sweat dripping down her chest and flowing toward Ustad’s mouth.

“Mm…” she moaned, trembling under the intensity.

Ustad groaned, his tongue circling her before nipping her clit, sending a shiver through her.

Minu’s moans echoed through the bakery as Ustad’s pace pushed her closer to the edge.

“Minu, you’re so tight,” he groaned, sounding all heaty.

“I won’t be able to hold it in anymore.” she wrapped her legs around him harder, her heels digging into his back.

“Don’t hold back,” she shouted, her warm breath.

Ustad’s grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts growing more intense. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough.

Minu’s eyes locked with Ustad’s, his intense, constant stare matching the fire within her.

“Look at me, Minu,” he demanded, in his tone rough, and she couldn’t help but look.

His warm hands were around her hips. His every suck was powerful and forceful. He filled her with each inch of him, the connection between them too much.

“Ahh…. Ustad,” she spoke, her voice trembling as her heart pounded in rhythm with what he was doing.

Ustad pulled back, his lips glossy as he gazed into Minu’s eyes.

“Can’t get enough of you, Minu,” he grunted in his low and husky voice.

He dipped his tongue into her pussy, the warmth of his mouth sending a current of pleasure through her naked body. Maa moaned, her hands all knotted up in his hair, pulling him closer as she thrust her hips towards him.

One hand wandered to her breast, squeezing it roughly, while Ustad’s hand landed on hers, his fingers twisting her nipple with a delicious pain. A sharp sting mixed with pleasure as Mom’s and Ustad’s fingers intertwined and pinched her nipple.

She gasped, “You’re driving me crazy….” with a wavy breath.

She shivered as Ustad’s tongue continued its endless dance, each moving her closer to the edge and his groan vibrating against her.

His lips brushed hers as he whispered, “Let me hear you.” “Cry out my name!”

Minu’s response was a hard moan that echoed through the bakery. “Ah… Ustad.”

Ustad guided Minu to lie back on the counter, her breath catching as her back hit the cool marble. With a grin, he went to the freezer and returned with whipped cream.

Minu raised an eyebrow, eyes sparkling. “What’s that for?”

“Patience,” Ustad winked. “Close your eyes and trust me.”

She hesitated, then smiled, heart racing in anticipation as the sound of the cream being opened filled the air.

With her breath catching at the gentle clink of the spatula, Mom obeyed. As Ustad rubbed whipped cream over her toes and then gradually moved up her legs, a shiver ran up her body. He teased her with his movements, leaving a trail of sweetness on her skin with every swipe.

He worked upward, smearing the cream over her thighs in relaxed swirls with gestures that were both reverent and teasing. His touch caused her to groan, her fingers gripping the counter’s edge.

“Ustad…” she whispered, caught between laughter and moans.

“Hush,” he whispered, dipping the spatula again. “This is art.”

He went on, spreading the cream delicately to her stomach and waist. Then he moved more slowly, his touch deliberate and lingering as he traced around the gentle rise of her boobs.

Between surprise and pleasure, she raised slightly beneath him. He finally wiped some on her nose and cheeks, and she giggled softly as the coolness made her shiver.

“Dessert’s almost ready,” Ustad whispered with a grin.

Minu shivered as the cream touched her skin, a rush of sensation combining warmth and cold.

“Didn’t you plan this?” Her tone was amused as she teased.

With his breath warm against her thigh, Ustad laughed. “I just wanted you to feel every moment.”

Her hips curved slightly, and Minu sighed as he remained on her tender spot. With her eyes blazing with pleasure, She asked, “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Ustad put the tub aside after completing his “art,” his eyes dark with hunger. He lifted her leg to his mouth and climbed onto the counter. His tongue was deep and playful as he slowly licked the cream off her toes, giving her chills.

As the contrast between his warm mouth and the cool cream made her ache with desire, Maa moaned softly and gripped the counter.

“Umm, Ustad…” she whimpered, the contrast between the cool cream and the heat of his mouth sending delicious shivers up her spine.

“Delicious,” Ustad whispered, his voice thick with want. “I’m just getting started.”

Minu’s heart raced as she met his gaze, the fire between them burning hotter.

Ustad groaned, his tongue lapping up the whipped cream from Minu’s toes with slow, careful strokes.

“You taste like heaven,” he murmured, his breath warm against her thigh.

Minu tugged at his hair, whispering, “And you feel like a dream.”

Ustad’s lips and tongue moved slowly up her body, each touch sending a wave of heat through her. When he reached the most sensitive part, i.e. pussy, where the cream was heaviest, he paused. His breath was warm against her skin.

“Generous with the toppings, aren’t we?” Mom panted, her voice laced with teasing. Ustad’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Every masterpiece deserves a decoration,” he replied smoothly before leaning in and letting his tongue dive into the richness of her body, savouring every moment.

Ustad’s lips closed around Minu’s sensitive flesh, licking away the last of the cream until she glistened with his saliva and her cum.

Her hips bucked, chasing more of his delicious touch.

“Ustad…” she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure.

“So good…” she moaned, arching against the counter as his tongue worked her expertly, the air thick with their ragged breaths and wet, needy sounds.

Her body shook with each lick as his fingers moved constantly and enticingly across her.

His voice was full of lust as he groaned, “You’re making me lose control, Minu.”

“I need you, now, Raj,” Maa let out a quiet moan and wildly raised her hips towards his mouth.

Her body shivered with his touch as she held his shoulders, her fingers digging into his back. She was pushed closer to the edge by the wet sounds of his tongue, their deep breathing, and her gagging groans.

“Please…” she gasped, voice raw. “Don’t stop…”

Ustad obliged, tongue swirling deeper, fingers pressing her clit and sending shockwaves through her.

He sighed, sucking extremely, “So tight… so wet…”

He rasped, “I want to taste you,” his desire obvious in every word he spoke.

Minu screamed Ustad’s name, her body moving off the counter as waves of pleasure tore through her. “Raj… Ahh…”

As Ustad’s fingers sank into Maa’s dripping wet heat, her body arched further off the counter, a strangled cry escaping her lips., stroking deep in rhythm with his tongue.

With little mercy in his skilful touch, he pushed her higher while she clung to the marble and gasped. The feel of his fingers so deeply inside her made her give in to the sensations running through her, and his breath came in rough groans as he pushed her higher.

“Oh…God…Ustad…” she panted, broken and hoarse.

“Cum… I can’t hold… back…”

The climax built inside her, fierce and unstoppable with every relentless suck and stroke. With slow, reverent strokes, Ustad traced the whipped cream around Minu’s belly, savouring every shiver of her trembling skin.

When he reached her centre, he paused, meeting her gaze.

“Perfection,” he uttered quietly.

With a smile on her face, Maa placed her hand on his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch. Ustad took his time, kissing and sucking Maa for a while near her belly button. His lips warm against her belly, making Maa tingle.

When he finally pulled back, he met her gaze with a rough murmur, “Now… we can eat.”

Mom smiled breathlessly, understanding — for now, they would return to normal, though the sweet tickle of cream still lingered on her skin. Ustad laughed softly, pressing a kiss to Mom’s abdomen.

“My brave little warrior,” he murmured, breath warm against her skin. “I think we deserve some real food now.”

Minu, still trembling from their earlier passion, smiled.

As he rose over her, his laughter humming on her skin, she playfully whispered, “This is your fault,” digging her fingers into his shoulders. “You knew I couldn’t resist you once you set me loose.”

His eyes were dark with desire as he laughed.

“And yet here we are,” he whispered as he kissed her so warmly that it left her speechless. Kiss promised passion and devotion.

He whispered against her lips, “It is still the most attractive thing I’ve ever known.”

Only the heat of their hearts, beating in perfect, agonizing rhythm, remained after their teasing turned into something deeper—a slow, smouldering connection.

As Ustad turned his attention to Maa’s boobs, Ustad cradled Minu gently before lowering his mouth to her, her body arching as a soft moan escaped when he captured her aching peak.

Minu wrapped his hair and drew him in as Ustad’s tongue slowly moved, teasing her nipple. His free hand caressed her other breast, circling her delicate skin with a featherlight touch as he sucked deeply.

Her heart raced, and her body felt tender for him because of the gentleness in every touch and breath they shared. Ustad moaned as Maa’s fingers moved along his length, taunting him with gentle, longing touches.

As he kissed her with increasing excitement and gave all of his passion into each touch, Ustad’s mouth moved hungrily over her boobs while his hands gripped her waist.

Minu’s body shook from the intense feelings, and a chill ran through her. Her lips parted in a gasping moan as her head sagged back.

“Ustad, please.., don’t stop. Umm..” As if she were everything to him, she clung to him, her fingers tightening around his body and hair, silently pleading for more.

As he adored Minu’s body, Ustad’s desire for her intensified, and his touch became both firm and desperate. His mouth tugged at her breast while his fingers softly massaged her pussy, teasing her with each motion in time with his touch.

With a whimper, Maa raises her body in his direction, wanting more. With a voice full of desire, he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.” “So adorable… I could always lose myself in you.

Minu’s body tensed, her fingers gripping his hair as she cried out his name, “Raj. Ahh.” undone by his devotion. At that moment, it was more than desire. It was a connection that couldn’t be erased.

Their bodies grew closer, the air thick with desire. Ustad kissed the last traces of cream from Minu’s neck, making her laugh softly as the sensation tickled. He gently licked the cream from her eyelids and kissed her eyes softly, his eyes full of pure desire.

As Minu stared into his eyes, love filled her heart with love and affection. She chuckled as Ustad kissed the tip of her nose and then gave it a playful nip. She whispered teasingly and lovingly, “You’re dangerous.”

“And you,” he whispered in a deep, longing voice, “are everything.”

Their kisses deepened, desperate and hungry, as Ustad’s hands pulled Mom closer. She wrapped his waist with her legs, bringing him closer. The heat between them was almost unbearable. Their tongues were fighting with each other, exchanging their salivas, and their breath came in chaotic gasps.

“Ustad,” she gasped, “I need… more…”

He growled, pulling her tighter, his hand cupping the back of her neck, pushing her further into the fire of their connection.

Maa’s nails dug into his back as Ustad marked her, his teeth and lips leaving traces of desire. The air was thick with their intense fragrance and moan, each sound heightening the intensity.

“Ustad…” she gasped, her voice strained. “I’m… so close…”

He groaned in response, pushing her harder, driving her higher.

“Ustad…” she murmured afterwards, breathless, tracing patterns on his shoulders. “That was… intense.”

He laughed, giving her a shiver of delight. He teased, “You have no idea,” and then gave her earlobe a gentle suck. His words made Maa’s heart skip a beat as he focused on her, his hands and lips tracing every inch of her sweating body.

She tilted her head back, allowing him more access to her neck as her body felt for more contact.

“I think we both know I could handle anything,” she whispered, feeling cold. She thrust herself against him.

His hand slid up between her legs after drifting lower and cupping her butt. He teased her with his fingers as he whispered, “So soft, so wet… so mine.”

Ustad lifted Mom gently, setting her down on the floor between his knees. She stepped in, laying her arms around his neck and grabbing him in. Their bodies pressed together, heat rising between them.

Mom kissed him deeply, pouring all her desire into it. Ustad groaned, hands roaming her back as their kiss grew more intense.

When they separated for air, he clenched his hold on her hips and grumbled, “Minu, You’re making me crazy.”

She smiled wickedly, her finger trailing down his chest. “And I haven’t even started yet,” she teased, moving lower until she reached his waist.

“Oh?” Ustad’s eyes darkened with desire as he kissed her again, promising to claim not just her lips but everything.

As Minu knelt right in front of him slowly, Ustad watched as she reached out and wrapped her tiny fingers around the beating length of the dick. Her eyes never left his eyes, continuously staring at each other.

The sensation of her gentle hand caressing him caused his hips to jerk forward uncontrollably, and he sighed at the contact. As she started working him with slow, deliberate movements, his hands tightened around her shoulders.

She teased him with each upward and downward stroke until he was completely hard in her grasp. Ustad’s breath hitched, his grip on Maa tightening as her touch pushed him closer to the edge. But just as the tension coiled deep within him, Maa slowed, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief.

“Not yet,” she whispered to you, placing a soft kiss on your hip. “Some things are worth waiting for the next part.”

Their journey had only just begun. And whatever came next, they were ready—entwined in a hunger that went far beyond the physical. There were still layers to peel back, limits to test, and boundaries to cross.

And as the scent of warm sugar drifted through the air, grounding them back in the real world, both knew one thing for certain: This wasn’t the end. It was the spark before the next flame.

So, that’s the tale of Mom and Ustad’s adventure for now. I hope you enjoyed the journey through their story! Keep coming back for more.

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