Fantasy My Conservative Mom Trapped in Weird Circumstances- Revived

[Sage_69]

She is crazy. Loved it.

[Rocky]

Crazy update please add more dares like these

[Innocent_Pervert]

The afternoon sun slanted through the half-drawn curtains of the master bedroom, turning the white bedsheet golden and warm. Dad had stepped out to meet a friend for tea—something about old college paperwork—and wouldn't be back for at least two hours. The house felt suddenly intimate, almost conspiratorial.


Maa was lying on her back in the middle of the bed, still wearing the sky-blue cotton saree from morning, but the pallu had long since been discarded on the floor. Her short-sleeved blouse was unhooked to the navel, the two inner edges pushed apart like open curtains. Her heavy breasts rested against her ribcage, nipples already dark and pebbled from the ceiling fan's lazy breeze and from Chacha's earlier teasing fingers.

Chacha knelt between her parted legs, pajama low on his hips, cock half-hard and resting against his thigh. He hadn't entered her yet. He was taking his time—something new had been simmering in him since last night.

He leaned forward, braced on one hand beside her head, the other cupping the underside of her left breast, lifting it slightly. Maa watched him with half-lidded eyes, lips parted, breathing slow and deep.

"Devar ji..." she murmured, voice husky. "Kya soch rahe ho itni der se?"

Chacha didn't answer with words at first.

He gathered saliva in his mouth—slow, deliberate—then let a thick, clear string of spit fall from his lips.

It landed perfectly in the deep valley of her cleavage.

The warm droplet hit skin and immediately began to spread—slow, viscous, tracing the inner curves of both breasts like liquid mercury. Maa inhaled sharply through her nose; the sudden wet heat made her nipples tighten even more.

Chacha watched, mesmerized, as the spit pooled briefly at the lowest point between her breasts, then split into two glistening trails. One slid left toward her left areola, the other right, mirroring it. When it finally reached the dark circles, it coated them in a thin, shiny film.

Maa's chest rose and fell faster now.

He did it again.

Another deliberate drool—thicker this time—dropped straight onto her right nipple. The spit landed with a soft pat, then slowly rolled down the underside of the breast in a lazy rivulet before disappearing into the crease beneath.

"Mat saaf karna," he whispered, voice rough. "Aaj pura din aise hi rehna. Blouse pehenna hai toh pehen lo... par andar yeh meri nishani rahegi. Har baar saans logi, har baar hilogi, tumhe yaad rahega ki yeh mera thook hai... tumhare doodho pe."

Maa's eyes darkened with arousal. She didn't wipe it away. Instead she arched her back just enough to make her breasts lift—causing the spit-trails to slide further, one droplet finally dripping off the side of her right breast and landing on the sheet.

"Haan..." she breathed. "Theek hai, Devar ji. Aaj main tumhari nishani lekar ghoomungi ghar mein. Chai banaungi, jhadu lagaungi, terrace pe kapde sukhane jaungi... sab kuch aise hi. Tum dekh sakte ho kabhi bhi."

Chacha's cock twitched visibly at her words. He leaned down and licked a slow circle around the spit-slicked nipple—tasting himself on her skin—then pulled back again.

"Ek aur baat," he said, voice dropping lower. "Jab bhaiya wapas aayenge... unko bata dena ki yeh kya hai. Seedhe bol dena: 'Devar ji ne aaj meri dono dudho pe thook diya hai... aur maine saaf nahi kiya.' Unko jalne do thoda."

Maa's thighs pressed together instinctively. A fresh sheen of wetness appeared between them, darkening the saree pleats.

She reached up, threaded her fingers into his hair, pulled him down until their lips almost touched.

"Toh abhi kya karoge?" she whispered against his mouth. "Sirf dekhoge... ya andar bhi daaloge?"

Chacha grinned—slow, predatory.

"Pehle main tumhe pura geela kar dunga... bahar se bhi, andar se bhi. Phir jab Bhaiya ji aayenge, woh dekhenge ki unki biwi kitni chamak rahi hai... meri wajah se."

He gathered more spit—let it fall again, this time directly onto her left nipple. Watched it bead, then slide. Then he lowered his head and sucked the entire wet peak into his mouth, tongue swirling, mixing his saliva with hers.

Maa moaned—long, low, unrestrained.

The new element had settled between them like a shared secret: the deliberate marking, the refusal to clean, the promise of display even in the most mundane moments of the day.

From that afternoon onward, every time Maa moved—reaching for a spice jar, bending to sweep the floor, walking to the terrace with a basket of wet clothes—Chacha's spit would shift slightly on her skin, a constant, private reminder under her blouse.

And when Dad returned that evening, she would greet him at the door with the same calm smile... blouse still unhooked just enough for him to see the faint, drying sheen between her breasts.

She would lean in to kiss him hello.

And whisper—only for his ears:
"Papa ji... aaj Devar ji ne meri Dudho pe apna thook chhoda hai. Maine saaf nahi kiya. Ab tum bhi taste karna chahoge?"

Dad stepped inside, kicking off his chappals, newspaper tucked under one arm, face still carrying the faint tiredness of a long day and the smell of roadside chai.


Maa was already waiting in the small entrance passage.

She hadn't bothered to hook her maroon silk blouse fully—only the bottom two hooks were done. The top three were left open on purpose, the deep neckline gaping just enough to reveal the inner swells of her breasts and the faint, glossy trails that Chacha had left hours earlier. The spit had mostly dried by now into thin, sticky films that caught the hallway light whenever she moved—subtle, but unmistakable up close. Her pallu was dbangd loosely over one shoulder, ready to slip at the slightest provocation.

Dad paused mid-step when he saw her.

“Kya baat hai… aise khadi ho?” His voice was casual at first, but his eyes had already dropped to the open blouse, then narrowed slightly at the unusual sheen on her skin.

Maa stepped forward slowly—bare feet silent on the cool tiles—until she was close enough that he could smell her jasmine attar mixed with something warmer, muskier.

She reached up, cupped his face with both hands, and kissed him hello—soft, lingering, tongue brushing his lips just once. When she pulled back, she stayed close, voice dropping to a whisper meant only for him.

“Papa ji… aaj mere devar ne mujhe mark kiya hai.”

Dad’s brow furrowed. “Mark?”

Maa took his right hand and guided it gently under the open edge of her blouse. His palm met the warm, slightly tacky skin between her breasts. She pressed his fingers flat against the centre of her cleavage—right where the thickest trail had pooled and dried.
“Unhone yahan thook diya… bahut saara. Mujhe saaf karne se bhi mana kiya. Pura din aise hi rehne bola, har baar saans lene pe yaad aata tha ki yeh unka thook hai meri upar”

Dad’s breathing changed instantly—deeper, rougher. His fingers flexed against her skin, tracing one of the faint trails downward until it reached the underside of her left breast. The dried spit felt slightly rough under his touch, like a secret layer only he was discovering now.
Jealousy flickered across his face—sharp, familiar, the same look he got whenever Chacha pushed a boundary first.

“Toh yeh sab… sirf usne kiya?” His voice came out low, edged.

Maa nodded, eyes locked on his. “Haan. Aur maine roka nahi.”

Dad’s jaw tightened. He didn’t speak for a moment—just stared at the marks, then at her face, then back down.

Then he acted.

He pushed her gently but firmly back against the wall beside the door—front door still ajar by a crack, evening breeze slipping in, carrying distant sounds of the neighbourhood. Anyone walking past the gate could have glanced in and seen silhouettes, but right then neither cared.

Dad leaned in, mouth on the side of her neck—first a soft kiss, then teeth. He bit down—not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to leave a red imprint. Maa gasped, head tilting back against the wall, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He sucked the spot hard—drawing blood to the surface—creating a dark, blooming hickey right where her neck met her shoulder. Then another, lower, on the upper swell of her right breast, just above the silk neckline. His tongue flicked over the drying spit trails as he worked, tasting the faint salt of Chacha’s mark mixed with her skin.

“Papa ji…” Maa breathed, voice trembling with arousal. “Aur neeche…”

Dad dropped to one knee in front of her—blouse falling further open now. He gathered his own saliva—thick, deliberate—and let it fall straight onto her lower belly, just above the saree fold. The warm droplet hit her navel, pooled there for a second, then slid downward in a slow line, disappearing into the pleats.

He didn’t stop.

Another spit—right on her pubic mound through the thin saree fabric. It soaked in immediately, darkening a small circle.

Then he leaned forward and bit the soft flesh just above her mound—another hickey, this one lower, more possessive. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still while he sucked hard, marking her skin with red-purple blooms.

Chacha appeared in the doorway to the living room—silent, watching, cock already tenting his pajama at the sight.

Dad glanced up at him once—eyes dark with challenge—then back to Maa.

“Ab yeh bhi meri nishani hai,” he growled against her belly. “Tumhare andar jo bhi daalenge aaj raat… usme yeh yaad rahega ki dono ne tumhe claim kiya.”

Maa’s thighs trembled. She reached down, threaded her fingers into Dad’s hair, pulled him up for a deep, messy kiss—tongues sliding, tasting spit and jealousy and raw need.

When they broke apart, she looked between both men—blouse hanging open, neck and breasts dotted with fresh hickeys, lower belly glistening with Dad’s spit, Chacha’s dried trails still visible higher up.
 
“Aaj raat,” she whispered, voice thick, “tum dono mujhe saath mein loge… in nishaniyon ke saath. Koi saaf nahi karna. Bas… mujhe bhar dena. Dono taraf se.”

Dad stood, scooped her up in his arms like she weighed nothing, and carried her toward the bedroom. Chacha followed close behind, already untying his pajama drawstring.

The front door stayed cracked open for another few seconds—breeze slipping in—before Chacha kicked it shut with his foot.

Inside the bedroom, the night began with both men stripping her slowly, reverently, tracing every mark with fingers and tongues.
Dad licked the hickeys he’d left.

Chacha sucked the dried spit trails he’d made.

Maa lay between them—body arched, marked, claimed—moaning softly as they prepared to fill her together.

No cleaning.
No erasing.
Just layers upon layers of their possession, worn proudly on her skin until morning.

[shanka56789]

Thanks bro for this wonderful story.

I am just loving this story sooo much. The way Mom is handling both papa and chacha is soo good and the kinkiness you are adding in the middle is soo hot to read and imagine.

Few comments bro. You can either take it or ignore it. But I just thought of sharing it with you as a reader of this story

1) Innocent son - will he get any chance to touch and savor his mom's beautiful body? I guess he deserves it at some point of time.

2) Do you think Chacha can make her pregnant with his seed. I guess he deserves it as well.

3) I wanna see mom being pregnant with chacha. After being pregnant, would love to see how chacha and papa handle her during pregnancy

4) Once mom has kid with chacha, would love to see the breastfeeding part as well bro.

And to add to it - keep adding more kinky things in between and plz keep the story within the family. No more outsiders plzzzz.


And please give regular updates - biggggeeerrrrr updates

[Fing fing]

enough of threesome not its time to take chacha lead and pregnant her. Chacha need to cuckold both son and dad

[Repsbanna]

Bhai.. kab aeyega.. update...

[shanka56789]

Come on bro, waiting for your hot updates.

[shanka56789]

Bro, when are you giving next update. Plz give the updates faster on daily basis. If not daily atleast for every 2 or 3 days bro

[Repsbanna]

Hadd ho gyi.. .. story ko jab likhna nhi h to. Start krte hi kyu ho

[shanka56789]

updates bro????

[Rocky]

Update

[Rocky]

Update pls

[Fing fing]

please comeback and update this beautiful cuck story,this only chacha to have exclusive right on mom...update

[Rocky]

Update pls