Fantasy Mom and them

[Rupakpolo1]

Shambhu, unable to contain himself, reached out and cupped one of my mother's breasts, his thumb and forefinger teasing the erect nipple. Mom's eyes snapped open, her pupils wide with fear and disgust. She tried to twist away, but Raghu's grip on her was like a vice, keeping her in place.

Shambhu leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out and licking the salty trail of her lipstick spread all across her lips and cheeks. His breath was hot and moist against her skin, his eyes never leaving hers as he savored the taste of her fear.

"You're so sweet, Kakoli," he murmured, his voice a serrated whisper that made her skin crawl. "But I think it's time we had some real fun." He stepped aside, revealing Raghu standing over her, his cock in hand, stroking it with a vigor that spoke of his eagerness.

Rafiq and Shambhu held her down, their grips tightening on her arms as Raghu positioned himself between her legs. She could feel his coarse manhood nudging at her entrance, the blunt head pressing against the tender folds of her sex. Her body tensed, her muscles clenched in an instinctual refusal.

The first thrust was painful, his penis pushing through her resistance like a knife through butter. She bit her lip hard to muffle the scream that threatened to escape, her eyes watering with pain. Raghu's eyes bore into hers, a sadistic glint in them as he reveled in her agony. Her body felt like it was being torn apart, stretched beyond its limits.

"Look at her, Rafiq, Shambhu," Raghu said, his voice thick with triumph. "Just look how tight she is."

He pulled back and thrust into her again, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. My mother's eyes were wide with shock and pain, but she remained silent, her cries of protest trapped in her throat.

Raghu's friends watched, their own arousal growing as they laughed and jeered, making lewd comments about my father Jayanta.

"Look at her," Rafiq chuckled, "she's so tight, your engineer husband must have a tiny thing."

Shambhu snickered, his eyes never leaving my mother's face. "Yeah, probably can't even satisfy her."

My mother's eyes flashed with anger at the mention of my father, but she remained silent, her jaw clenched tightly. Raghu's thrusts grew more forceful, his breath coming in ragged pants as he claimed her body.

"Is that true, Kakoli?" Rafiq goaded, his own cock now freed from his pants. "Does your husband leave you wanting more?" He leaned in, his breath hot and sour against her cheek. "Or maybe you've been waiting for a real man to show you what it's like?"

Shambhu's hand tightened around her breast, twisting the nipple cruelly. "I bet you've dreamt of this," he jeered. "A real cock that knows what to do."

Raghu's rhythm grew more erratic, his strokes becoming more frenzied as he approached climax. Mom's eyes squeezed shut, and she bit down hard on the fabric of the gag, her body jerking with every thrust. The room was a symphony of sickening sounds - the slap of skin on skin, the grunts and groans of the men, the whimpers and muffled cries of my mother.

The other two men, Rafiq and Shambhu, watched with rapt attention, their hands moving over their own erections. They were like vultures circling a dying animal, waiting for their turn to feast. Raghu's hands moved up to Mom's breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he played with her nipples. He leaned down, his mouth finding hers again, his tongue pushing past her teeth to explore her mouth, tasting her fear and desperation.

Her eyes were still squeezed shut, but I could see the tears leaking out from the corners, trailing down her cheeks like rivers of pain. The candlelight flickered across the room, casting shadows that danced over the scene, making it seem almost otherworldly.

Rafiq was the first to break the silence, his voice strained with desperation. "Come on, Raghu," he said, his hand tightening on my mother's thigh. "Let me have a taste." His words were a grating sound, like nails on a chalkboard.

Shambhu's grip on my mother's arm grew painfully tight as he glared at Rafiq. "Hold your horses," he snarled. "I'm going next."

Rafiq's desperation grew palpable, his hand moving faster on his erection as he watched Raghu's thrusts become more erratic. "Come on," he whined, "you've had her for long enough. Let's share the fun."

But Raghu was too lost in his own depraved pleasure to care about their impatience. He leaned down, his teeth grazing my mother's earlobe. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and animalistic. "MINE!"

With a snarl of frustration, Raghu slapped Mom's face, the sound echoing through the room. Her eyes flew open, and she stared at him, shock and pain mixing on her features. "Now, now," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the violence of his actions. "Let's not spoil the mood."

He turned to Rafiq and Shambhu, his own excitement barely contained. "Why don't you two go to the other room and help yourself to some drinks?" He suggested with a smug smile. "Your turn will come soon enough."

I took the opportunity to retreat, my legs shaking with fear and anger. I stumbled out of the servant quarter, my heart racing in my chest. I had to get help, had to find a way to save my mother from the monsters that had invaded our lives.

I crouched behind a large bush, my heart pounding in my ears. The night was cold, the moon casting eerie shadows across the lawn. My eyes searched for any sign of life, any hope of salvation. And then I saw them, Rafiq and Shambhu, staggering out of the room, their pants undone and a bottle of alcohol in hand. Their faces were flushed with excitement, their eyes gleaming with the victory of their vile conquest.

"Damn it, Raghu," Rafiq grumbled, his voice thick with irritation. "You're taking too long in there." His hand moved restlessly, stroking his erection with a greedy hunger. "It's our turn."

Shambhu, his eyes still glued to the closed door of Raghu's room, took a swig from the bottle they'd brought with them. "Hold your horses, Rafiq," he said, his voice low and almost gentle. "Look at her, she's like a delicate porcelain doll. If you go in there now, you're just going to break her."

Rafiq snorted, his hand still wrapped around his cock. "What's the fun in that?" he sneered. "I want to hear her scream."

Shambhu shot him a sharp look. "You'll get your turn," he said firmly. "But let's not ruin her completely. We want to enjoy this, remember?"

Rafiq's frustration was palpable, his hand tightening around the bottle until his knuckles turned white. "Fine," he spat, taking a swig and passing the bottle to Shambhu. "But I'm not waiting much longer."

Shambhu took a swig too, the alcohol burning a path down his throat. He leaned against the wall, watching the door with a predatory gaze. "Patience, Rafiq," he murmured, his voice a mix of warning and promise. "We need to give her time to...adjust."

Rafiq snarled, but his hand stilled on his shaft. "Fine," he gritted out. "But she better be ready when I go in."

Shambhu nodded, his gaze still on the door. "She will be," he assured, his voice taking on a darker edge. "We'll give her just enough time to recover before we start again."

The minutes stretched on like hours, each second an eternity of horror. From my hiding spot, I strained to hear any sign that my mother had somehow escaped or was fighting back. But all I could make out was the rhythmic thumping of the mattress and the grunts of Raghu's exertion. Shambhu and Rafiq was silently listening to that.Then, the sound of my mother's muffled cries grew louder, turning into a keening wail that pierced the night air.

Rafiq looked up from his drink, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Sounds like she's really getting into it," he leered at Shambhu. "Must be having the orgasm of her life."

Shambhu nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's go see," he suggested, taking one last swig from the bottle before setting it down. "Make sure she's still in one piece for us."

The two men sauntered back into the room, the door swinging wide open, revealing the dimly lit space. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to witness. My heart thudded in my chest like a wild animal desperate to escape as I edged closer to the door, my eyes peeled for any movement.

Through the crack, I could see Raghu, still thrusting into my mother, his face a mask of twisted pleasure. The candlelight flickered over their entwined bodies, casting elongated shadows on the wall. Mom's eyes were squeezed shut, her body a canvas of pain and violation. There were sign of rough love all around her naked body.

"Why are you two still here?" Raghu's voice was gruff, his breaths coming in short, harsh bursts. "I'm not done with her yet."

Shambhu and Rafiq exchanged a quick glance before shrugging and backing away from the bed, their expressions a mix of frustration and eagerness. They knew better than to interrupt Raghu when he was in the throes of passion. They stepped aside, allowing me a clearer view of the horrific scene playing out before me.

"Just don't wear her out," Rafiq said, his voice thick with lust. "I want her to scream for me too." His eyes never left my mother's trembling body, his hand moving back to his crotch to adjust his own arousal.

Raghu's grin was wicked as he watched them, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that made my stomach turn. He was mauling my mother's breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples in a way that had to be painful. Her body was arched off the bed, the cords in her neck standing out as she struggled to muffle her cries. The sight of his big, glistening cock moving inside her womanhood made me dizzy.

He leaned down and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her clenched teeth. When he pulled away, he was panting, his eyes wild with desire. "Now, Kakoli," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. "It's time for you to entertain my friend."

My mother's eyes were wide with horror, but she knew the consequences of defying him. She looked from Raghu to Rafiq and Shambhu, their faces twisted in anticipation. Raghu's grip on her chin was unyielding as he directed her gaze to Rafiq's erection. "Look," he murmured, stroking the side of her face with a sickening tenderness. "Rafiq wants to see your mouth do more than just scream."

Mom's eyes darted back to Raghu, pleading for mercy that was not forthcoming. He released her chin and send gesture to Rafiq to come near to them. "Go on," he urged looking at mom, his voice a dark whisper. "Show him how good you can be."

Her voice trembled as she spoke through the gag. "Please, Raghu," she begged, her eyes brimming with tears. "I don't want this. Please, stop." Her words were barely audible, but the desperation in them was clear.

Raghu's grin was cold, his eyes gleaming with malice. "But, Kakoli, You're the one who's been teasing us all these months. Now it's time to pay the price for your beauty."

He leaned down, whispering into her ear. "You're going to suck Rafiq's cock like you've never sucked anyone else's. You're going to make him feel like a king. Do you understand?" His voice was a mix of sweetness and steel, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Mom's eyes widened in horror as Rafiq approached the bed, his cock jutting out before him like a weapon. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat, his teeth gleaming in the candlelight. "You've been holding out on us, Kakoli," he said, his voice a low growl. "But we're going to change that."

Shambhu moved behind Raghu, his own cock standing at attention. "We're going to show you what it's like to serve three men at once," he murmured, his breath hot against the back of my mother's neck. "You're going to love it."