Mom & Her Music Director’s Best Performance – Part 2

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The next day was the last dubbing session. So she dressed in a low-necked and open-backed salwar kameez with skin-tight bottoms. She went to the studio and waited for Rahul. He arrived a few minutes late, looking as handsome as ever. Their eyes met, and there was an unspoken understanding between them.

They both knew what had happened the previous day was strictly professional. They went into the dubbing studio and waited for the director to arrive. After a few minutes, to their surprise, the director came along with the producer.

The producer said, “The director told me about your dubbing, Pushpa. I have to say I’m very impressed. Your voice is just perfect for the heroine.” My Mom was surprised and flattered. “Thank you so much, sir. It’s an honour to work with such a talented team.”

Rahul smiled and nodded in agreement. The producer said, “Since it’s the final session, I want to supervise the dubbing.”

My Mom went inside the booth, and Rahul sat before the music console. Before the session was about to start, the director said, “Rahul, I’ll handle the console. You go and help Pushpa like yesterday. The producer wants the voice to be more intimate and realistic.”

Rahul nodded and walked inside the booth. He sat beside my Mom and took her hand in his. The producer through the mic, “Don’t mind us, just be comfortable and dub as naturally as you did yesterday. We’ll let you know if we need anything.” Rahul squeezed her hand gently, giving her strength and support.

The scene started from the sequence they completed yesterday. The hero again kissed the heroine. So Rahul made my Mom sit on his lap and planted some kisses on her back. My Mom moaned softly into the mic, making the sound effects more realistic.

Then my Mom turned back and offered him a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced wildly in their mouths. The director and the producer were getting ready for a show. As the scene progressed, Rahul had to make my Mom dub a number of scenes.

He held her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while his hands roamed over her body. My Mom felt herself growing increasingly aroused as they continued. Her heart was racing, and her breath was coming in short gasps. Then, in the movie, the hero undresses the heroine.

Rahul took this as his cue. He slowly untied the knot at my Mom’s neck, revealing her bare shoulder. He trailed his fingers down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he reached the cuff of her sleeve.

With gentle yet insistent movements, he slid it up her arm, revealing more of her toned and smooth skin. My Mom closed her eyes, savouring the sensation of his touch and the growing warmth between her legs. As he continued to undress her, Rahul moved to her side, kneeling beside her.

He untied the drawstring at her waist, pulling her bottoms down her hips and exposing her toned thighs. My Mom let out a soft moan, arching her back into his touch. He lowered the bottoms further, revealing her shapely calves and, finally, her feet.

He took a step back, admiring the view before him. My Mom was in her bra and panties now. Her long, braided hair fell over her shoulder. Her eyes closed as she took deep breaths. He walked around her, circling her waist with his arm. Then, sliding his hand up her back, feeling the silk of her bra.

He hooked his finger under the strap. He slowly pulled it down her shoulder, revealing the curve of her breast. My Mom covered her breasts by crossing her arms over her chest. Her cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of standing half-naked in front of him.

Meanwhile, the director and producer were watching from the control room. “It’s okay,” Rahul whispered, his voice rough with desire. “You look beautiful.” He moved closer to open her arms, gently guiding them down to her sides, revealing her breasts. He was amazed at how perfect they looked.

They were full and round, her nipples hard and dusky-coloured. He couldn’t believe she was 40 years old. My Mom bit her lip, feeling self-conscious but excited by the way he was looking at her. His gaze was filled with hunger, his pupils dilated, and his breathing shallow.

He couldn’t believe he was finally able to see her like this. He bent down and started kissing her breasts, flicking his tongue across her nipples and making her gasp. His hands roamed all over her body, caressing every inch of her smooth, creamy skin.

He felt her tense as he moved lower, his fingers tracing the line of her panties, teasing her before finally dipping inside. My Mom let out a cry as his fingers slid between her wet folds. Her body shuddered at the contact. He looked up at her, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before he returned to his task.

His fingers moved deeper, finding her entrance and slowly easing inside. My Mom moaned loudly. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she arched her back, pushing herself against him. He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb brushing against her clit.

My Mom felt a tightness growing deep inside her, a tingling sensation building between her legs. Rahul added a second finger, his thumb still moving in slow, circular motions against her clit. The sensation was becoming too much for her. My Mom knew she wouldn’t last long.

Her whole body shook, and her breath came in gasps. He continued to work his fingers inside her, his other hand gripping her hip and holding her steady. Rahul could sense that she was close. He leaned forward, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear, “That’s it, baby. Just let go.”

My Mom let out a long moan as her orgasm washed over her, her body trembling with pleasure. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she rode the waves of her release. In the scene, the hero was licking the heroine’s pussy.

So Rahul made my Mom sit on the chair and spread her legs wide. The director and the producer were getting ready for โ€˜the action.โ€™ He knelt between her legs, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at her. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice hoarse.

My Mom blushed, biting her lip as she watched him move closer. He planted a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh. His fingers traced a line along her skin before stopping at her panties. It was soaking wet with her juices. He could see the outline of her swollen lips through the fabric.

He slowly pulled the panties down her legs, revealing her pussy in all its glory. My Mom blushed, feeling embarrassed and exposed. But the hunger in his eyes only increased. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, her lips dusky brown and glistening with her juices.

He moved closer, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of her arousal. My Mom could feel his breath on her skin, making her shiver with anticipation. He licked his lips. His hands rested on her thighs as he leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh.

My Mom bit her lip, her body tense with desire. She watched him move closer and closer to her pussy, his eyes locked on hers the whole time. He finally touched his lips to her pussy, kissing it gently before running his tongue along her lips.

She gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth, her eyes wide. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. He was relentless, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, his hands gripping her thighs and holding her steady. He moved lower, his tongue slipping inside her and exploring her depths.

My Mom moaned loudly, her hands reaching down and tangling in his hair. Her legs wrapped around his neck and locked him in place. He sucked on her lips, his tongue teasing her clit and driving her crazy. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She closed her eyes.

Letting herself get lost in the sensation while dubbing her voice into the mic, “Ah, aah.” Her voice sounded desperate, pleading. He continued his assault, his tongue moving faster and faster until she was right on the edge. My Mom held on, wanting to make it last as long as possible.

Her hips moved in sync with his movements, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent scream. He was tongue-fucking my Mom, and she was loving every second of it. Finally, she could hold back no longer. With a loud moan, her body tensed.

Her orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure washing through every inch of her. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, her legs trembling as she rode out the intense sensation. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her chest heaving and her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Wow,” she whispered, “That was… amazing.” He grinned up at her, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You taste so good,” he said, kissing her inner thigh before standing up. He was passionately kissing her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

The director and producer seemed very satisfied with the scene. They asked them to continue dubbing the audio. They moved on to the next scene, where the hero makes love to the heroine. My Mom had to bring out the exact emotions while dubbing her voice into the microphone.

So Rahul made my Mom to lie on the sofa. He then took off his shirt and pants. He was wearing boxer shorts, which were also removed. My Mom blushed when she saw this much younger guy completely naked in front of her with a huge erection. She was getting aroused just by looking at him.

My Mom then slowly opened her legs, inviting him to her entrance. He climbed on top of her, his bare chest pressing against her breasts. His hard cock was already leaking precum, and she could feel its warmth against her inner thigh. He looked into her eyes and smiled before kissing her softly on the lips.

Their tongues tangled together as he moved lower to her neck, nipping and sucking on her skin. She arched her back, her hands running through his hair, her body craving more contact with him. He continued to kiss and nip at her neck. His hips moved between her legs, rubbing his dick against her wet folds.

My Mom let out a soft moan, her body trembling with desire. He was teasing her, driving her wild with anticipation. Finally, my Mom got hold of his hard cock in her hand and guided it to her entrance. He let out a deep groan as she slowly impaled herself on him, their hips meeting in a hard thrust.

The sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He started moving slowly, his hips meeting hers in a rhythmic dance. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Their skin slapped together, the sound echoing in the room.

My Mom arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. She gasped for breath, her eyes rolling back in her head. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, his hips slapping against her with each stroke.

She could feel the pressure building inside her, the urge to cum, overwhelming. He bent down to kiss her, his lips soft and demanding. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. He was kissing and fucking my Mom at the same time. She was loving every second of it.

He then pulled his cock out and made her on all fours. He slapped her ass cheeks hard, making her moan. He then positioned himself and was rubbing his hard cock against her wet pussy lips. She was so turned on that she could feel the wetness dripping down her inner thighs.

Finally, he thrust forward, penetrating her deeply. He was so big that it stretched her tight pussy, making her gasp for breath. He started moving slowly, his hips meeting hers in a sensual rhythm. He was fucking her slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size.

My Mom arched her back, her hands clutching at the sofa, her breasts swaying freely. She looked back over her shoulder at him, their eyes locking. He smiled at her, seeing the desire in her eyes.

Rahul got hold of her long braided hair and gently pulled her back towards him, deepening the connection between them. She rolled her hair on his wrists and was pulling her closer. My Mom felt his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the room. He reached around, cupping her ass cheek in his hand, and slapped it hard, making her cry out. He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding.

She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her orgasm building inside her. “I want to ride you now, Rahul,” she said, her voice shaking with desire. She got off the sofa and turned around, presenting her naked body to him. He smiled approvingly and sat on the couch.

“Pushpa, ride me hard,” he said, his voice husky. My Mom climbed onto him, her legs straddling his hips. He guided his cock to her entrance, and she lowered herself onto him slowly, taking him deep inside her. She let out a moan as he filled her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their skin slippery with sweat.

She started moving, her hips rocking back and forth, riding him hard. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, feeling her body slide up and down his shaft. She leaned forward, resting her weight on his thighs. Her breasts swayed just above his face.

She was in control now, her movements setting the pace as she rode him for all she was worth. Her pussy was tight and wet. Each time she came down on him, he felt a jolt of pleasure that seemed to shoot straight to his core. He could tell she was close, could feel the tension building in her body.

He started thrusting harder, faster, meeting her movements with equal force. He kissed her neck, sucking on her skin. She arched her back, moaning loudly. He could feel her orgasm building, could sense the way her muscles began to quiver around his cock.

He reached up, cupping her breast in his hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers as she rode him harder, faster. My Mom was bouncing like a pro, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his. She was so wet, so hot. She was taking him deep, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice.

He groaned, feeling his orgasm building, feeling the power of it coursing through his veins. He looked up at her, their eyes locked, and knew that he was going to lose control. He held on tight, feeling her body shudder as her orgasm crashed over them both.

Her pussy squeezed him so tightly that he felt like he was about to explode. My Mom said, “I want you to cum inside me, baby. I want to feel you fill me up.” Her words sent a shiver down his spine. She increased the pace, riding him harder, faster, her breasts slapping against his chest.

Bouncing up and down on his lap, she was in complete control. Finally, Rahul gripped her tightly, giving one last harder and deeper thrust into her pussy. “Yes, yes!” she cried out, arching her back, digging her nails into his shoulders. She let out her final moan as she felt him pulse inside her.

He cum a huge load into her, feeling every muscle in her body clench around him as she milked his orgasm from him. He held her tight, his fingers digging into her hips as they both caught their breath. My Mom kept sitting on his lap with his still-hard cock buried deep inside her.

She was feeling it twitch and throb as it began to soften slowly. She wanted to feel his cock softening inside her, wanted to feel every last bit of his cum draining out of her. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, their tongues dancing together.

“That was incredible, Rahul. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” She began to slide off his lap, but he held her hips tightly. “Let my cock stay inside you a little longer. I want to feel it softening inside you.” She smiled at his words and settled back against him, their naked bodies pressed together.

Rahul wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. He could feel his cock starting to soften inside her. But it still held onto her tightly, refusing to let go entirely. He kissed her neck, tracing his lips down to her collarbone.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair. “And so sexy.” My Mom replied, “Hmmm, thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” She let out a contented sigh, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms.

Finally, his softened cock slipped free from her, leaving a trail of his seed inside her. She let out a small moan, feeling the last of him leave her body.

The director and the producer came in and started congratulating my Mom, rubbing her bare back. “That was amazing, Pushpa. Exactly the voice we were looking for. You’re a natural.” They high-fived each other and thanked her profusely.

My Mom, still naked, sitting on Rahul’s lap, blushed. She felt embarrassed and yet proud of herself at the same time. She leaned into Rahul, grateful for his support and the warmth of his body. The producer teasingly slapped her fluffy bottom.

He said, “And that ass! Oh my God, you would have been a top star if you had entered the industry!” Everyone in the room laughed, and my Mom giggled nervously. The director then cupped her boobs and teasingly said, “You could still be a star with these.”

“No sir, I’m fine with my job and being a Mom,” my Mom replied, feeling more and more self-conscious. The director playfully pinched her nipples, making her gasp. “Oh, I think you could handle both.” Rahul then slid his fingers and playfully pinched and pulled her clit.

“Ahhh!” my Mom yelled out, arching her back into his touch. The room erupted in laughter. “Oh, it seems our little Pushpa is still quite the actress,” the producer said with a grin. “And a very naughty one too.” She laughed and chatted with them and left the studio with a very lucrative paycheck.

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