23-08-2025, 08:47 PM
Rajan looked at My mom, a mix of frustration and desire in his eyes. “Aunty… we are so desperate to make love to you after getting kissed by you. You distracted us, teased us… and now we’re all tempted,” he said, his voice low and intense.
He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on her, making her feel the weight of his words. “This is all your fault—your kisses, your teasing… you made it impossible for us to focus.”
My mom felt a rush of guilt, blushing deeply, knowing he wasn’t entirely wrong. “I… I didn’t mean to…” she whispered softly, her voice trembling, feeling the effect of her own actions on them.
Rajan smiled, leaning in just slightly, the tension between them thick, leaving My Mom caught between guilt, excitement, and the playful, erotic energy lingering in the air.
Rajan stepped forward first, his voice low and pleading. “Autny… please, just one chance… I promise I’ll be careful.”
Prakash followed, his eyes wide, “Aunty… I so badly want to enjoy making love to you… just a little, please.”
Arjun shuffled closer, almost shyly, “I… I won’t forget it if you just give me one chance to enjoy your Pussys…”
Naresh hung back for a moment, then whispered, “Aunty… just a tiny moment… please let me enjoy you.”
I could feel my pulse racing, my hands clenching. “No one gets you but me, Mom,” I said, my voice low, possessive, and teasing.
She looked at me, blushing deeply, a small smile playing on her lips. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered back.
I leaned closer, brushing my hand along her waist, feeling her Breasts in her Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in her Saree, and whispered, “Good. You’re mine today. All mine.”
My Mom giggled softly, leaning closer, her eyes sparkling, “Okay… you’ve got me, My Mom’s yours.”
The others’ eyes widened, realizing their pleading meant nothing, while I held her close, enjoying the playful tension, her blush, and every little shiver she gave me.
Rajan’s team were so desperate to fuck my mom that, they all started kneeling in front of my mom and began begging her to let them fuck her.
Rajan knelt first, his eyes fixed on My Mom. “Aunty… please… just one chance… I promise I’ll be careful,” he said, his voice low and earnest.
Prakash followed, his gaze pleading. “Aunty… I will cum quickly… I won’t forget it… please.”
Arjun shuffled closer, almost shyly. “Aunty… please.”
Naresh hung back for a moment, whispering softly, “Please… just a little moment… I won’t ask again, Aunty.”
When Rajan’s team were begging to fuck my mom, I could feel myself getting turned on, my heart pounding as I looked at my mom. “Mom… do it for me,” I whispered, my voice low and urgent.
She hesitated, shaking her head slightly. “No… no way,” she murmured, biting her lip.
I leaned closer, brushing my hand along her waist, feeling her Breasts in her Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in her Saree, and whispered, “Do it for me… just this once. Please, Mom.”
Her eyes softened, and she smiled, leaning into me. “I… I love you,” she said, her voice tender. “If it’s for you, I’ll do anything… I’ll do it.”
I grinned, planting a quick kiss to her cheek, feeling her shiver slightly.
The moment my mom said yes, Rajan’s team practically jumped in excitement. Rajan, Prakash, Arjun, and Naresh looked at each other, their eyes wide with anticipation.
Without waiting, they started guiding her toward the Dressing Room, their hands gentle but eager, their faces full of longing.
I felt a sharp rush of possessiveness, my fists clenching. “Hey! My Mom is Mine,” I muttered under my breath, stepping closer, my gaze burning with intensity.
My Mom glanced back at me, blushing but smiling, and whispered, “Don’t worry… I’m yours too, Varun.”
I could feel my pulse racing as she let them guide her, her Breasts in her Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in her Saree brushing against their hands. My Mom’s mischievous smile made my desire spike even more, knowing she was letting them approach, but still thinking of me.
Waiting no time, Naresh stepped forward, eyes filled with anticipation. “I’ll go first,” he said, his voice low and eager.
Before I could react, he gently lifted My Mom into his arms. I could feel a rush of possessiveness and heat surge through me. Her Breasts in her Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in her Saree pressed lightly against him as he carried her.
He set her down carefully on the table, and I could see My mom blushing but playful, glancing at me with that mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
Naresh stepped back for a moment, then slowly began removing his white T-shirt and removed his white pants and underwear and got naked.
My stomach twisted, heat rising inside me, as he stood in front of my mom, naked, every inch of his body tense with erect cock, waiting for her.
He didn’t rush. Every glance, every slow movement seemed calculated to make her ache, and I could see her eyes following his every motion. Her breathing quickened as his gaze met hers, and I felt my own pulse racing, unable to look away.
I could barely breathe as Naresh’s hands slid under My Mom’s Yellow Chiffon Saree and Yellow Petticoat, Naresh’s hands moved deliberately, fingers hooking the waistband of My Mom’s black panties. He tugged them down slowly, inch by inch, letting them slide over her hips and buttocks. My Mom’s soft gasps filled the room as the panties pooled at her thighs, leaving her bare vagina exposed.
Her buttocks pressed lightly against the table as she arched toward him, waist bending slightly, breasts rising and falling under the black bra and Yellow Blouse. The smooth, clean-shaved outer lips of her vagina glistened in the light, catching my eyes, and my hand tightened around hers instinctively.
My Mom’s lips parted in a small moan, eyes flicking toward me with a shy, daring glance, letting me know I was part of this moment. Naresh’s fingers lingered on her hips, teasing the bare skin, and I could see her shivering with anticipation, every inch of her alive with desire.
Naresh paused for a moment, hands resting on My Mom’s hips, eyes tracing the lines of her body. Then he leaned closer, his gaze fixed on her vagina, and a low, husky sound of admiration escaped him.
“Aunty… you’re Pussy so beautiful,” he murmured, fingers brushing lightly over the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips of her vagina. “Every part of you… perfect.”
My Mom shivered, her breasts rising and falling under the yellow blouse black bra, buttocks pressing against the table as a flush spread across her waist and hips. She bit her lips, her hand tightening around mine, holding me close as if to anchor herself in the moment.
I could feel the heat radiating off her body, the anticipation in her vagina, the way her hips shifted subtly under his touch. Every soft gasp and small moan from her lips made it impossible to look away, and I realized just how intimate, how alive this moment was—for her, for him, and for me, standing so close and holding her hand.
Naresh leaned lower, kissing the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips of My Mom’s vagina. I could hear her soft gasp, the subtle quiver in her hips as he kissed her, tongue teasing the tender folds.
My Mom’s buttocks pressed into the table, waist arching slightly, breasts rising and falling under the yellow blouse and black bra with every shuddering breath. Her lips parted, letting out soft moans that filled the quiet dressing room, and I could see the heat radiating from her, the flush spreading across her waist and hips.
She squeezed my hand tighter, guiding me closer, her eyes glinting with a mix of shyness and desire. Naresh’s fingers gripped the curve of her hips, holding her steady as his mouth explored her vagina, and I could see her trembling, every inch of her alive with sensation.
“Ah… Naresh…” she gasped, her soft moans making it impossible for me to look away. The way her vagina responded, the slick glistening on the outer lips, every movement of her buttocks and hips against the table—it was overwhelming. I stayed close, hand in hers, watching and feeling everything, caught between awe and desire.
Naresh’s hands moved to his penis, stroking it slowly as his eyes never left My Mom’s vagina. I could see the way her outer lips glistened, the smooth, clean-shaved skin trembling slightly with anticipation. Her hips shifted instinctively, buttocks pressing into the table, waist arching as breasts rose and fell under the black bra.
Then he positioned himself at her entrance, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he entered her vagina. My Mom’s soft moan escaped her lips, a long, drawn-out, trembling sound:
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”
Her left hand gripped his shoulder, waist bending into him, hips moving instinctively with the thrust, buttocks pressing against the table. I could see her breasts quivering under the black bra, navel brushing lightly against his stomach, and the flush spreading across her waist and hips made her look completely alive, completely consumed by the sensation.
I held her hand tightly, unable to look away, watching every inch of him enter her, every soft moan, every quiver of her vagina, every movement of her buttocks and hips. The intimacy, the heat, the desire in the room was overwhelming, and I could feel it all from where I stood, my heart racing.
As Rajan, Prakash, and Prakash surrounded my mom and stroking their cocks watching Naresh enjoying making love to my mom’s beautiful Pussy, Rajan could not control himself and for a moment, his hands moving up to the front of My Mom’s Yellow Blouse. With careful, deliberate fingers, he unhooked it, letting the blouse open and fall slightly to reveal her black bra underneath.
Her breasts lifted as the bra held them, nipples visible through the dark fabric, quivering with anticipation. My Mom’s waist arched subtly, hips shifting, and her buttocks pressed more firmly against the edge of the table as she gasped softly.
I could see the way her lips parted in a small, shivering moan, eyes fluttering, and I instinctively held her hand tighter. The Yellow Chiffon Saree and Yellow Petticoat framed her perfectly, contrasting vividly with the black bra, and every curve of her breasts, waist, and hips seemed to glow with desire under the dressing room lights.
Rajan’s hands lingered on her breasts, thumbs teasing over the bra, and I could see My Mom trembling, every inch of her responding, vagina glistening, buttocks shifting with the subtle movements of her hips, navel brushing lightly against him, completely alive with sensation.
Naresh’s movements slowed for a brief moment, his eyes locked on My Mom’s bare vagina. His voice was low, husky, full of desire as he murmured,
“Aunty… your vagina is so beautiful… so tight. You have no idea how much I am enjoying your Pussy.”
Her soft moan escaped her lips, long and trembling:
“Mmmmmmm…”
I watched as her hips pressed into him, buttocks rocking slightly with every movement, waist arched, breasts quivering under the black bra. The flush across her waist and hips deepened, and her vagina tightened subtly with each thrust, responding to him completely.
Naresh’s hand gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he moved with increasing urgency. I could see the tension building in him, every motion sharper, faster, every thrust making My Mom gasp and moan. Her breasts bounced, nipples brushing against his chest, navel pressing against him, and buttocks shifting with every thrust.
Her lips parted in soft, shivering moans, vagina clenching around him, and I could feel my own pulse racing, held tight in her hand, witnessing the intensity of desire, pleasure, and near-completion between them.
Meanwhile, Rajan’s hands moved to the straps of My Mom’s black bra, sliding them off her shoulders with deliberate care. He unclasped it from the back, letting the bra fall away and leaving her breasts completely bare.
He guided her gently to lie down flat on the table, her Yellow Chiffon Saree and Yellow Petticoat framing her body, vagina still glistening, buttocks pressed lightly against the surface. I held her hand tightly, my eyes glued to every movement.
Rajan’ gaze traveled over her breasts, tracing the shape, the soft swell, the nipples taut and inviting. His voice was low, full of awe:
“Aunty… your breasts… they’re perfect. The shape, the softness… everything about them is beautiful.”
He leaned down, placing one hand on her waist to steady her as he took a breast in his mouth, sucking gently, tongue teasing her nipple. My Mom arched instinctively, a soft moan escaping her lips. Then he switched to the other breast, alternating slowly, deliberately, every movement sending shivers through her waist, hips, and vagina.
Her breasts rose and fell under his mouth, nipples hardening, her buttocks pressing lightly into the table with each shiver. My Mom’s soft moans filled the dressing room, her lips parting, vagina clenching subtly as Naresh’s attention moved from one breast to the other, worshipping every inch of her bare skin.
I stayed close, hand in hers, watching her trembling body, waist, hips, breasts, buttocks, and vagina, completely consumed by desire, utterly alive under his touch.
Meanwhile Naresh’s movements became deeper, harder, each thrust into My Mom’s vagina deliberate, measured, sending shivers through her waist, hips, and buttocks. I could hear the soft, wet sound of him moving inside her, feel the heat radiating from her trembling body, and watch her breasts rise and fall with every shuddering breath.
His voice was low, husky, filled with desire as he murmured to her:
“Aunty… you’re so close… I can feel you about to cum.”
My Mom gasped, a long, trembling moan escaping her lips:
“Mmmmmmmmm… ah… Naresh…”
Her vagina clenched around him instinctively, buttocks pressing into the table, waist arching as every thrust drove deeper. Her breasts bounced under the black bra, nipples brushing against his chest, navel pressing lightly against him with each movement.
Naresh’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer with every thrust, groaning softly as he lost himself in the pleasure. I could see the tension building in him, hear the low moans escaping his lips, feel the electricity in the room as My Mom shivered, moaned, and trembled, completely consumed by the sensations.
I held her hand tighter, feeling every shiver, every quiver of her vagina, every arch of her waist and movement of her buttocks, utterly captivated by the raw, overwhelming intimacy between them.
My Mom’s shudders intensified, vagina clenching tightly around Naresh, hips pressing urgently into him, buttocks trembling as her waist arched. I could see her breasts rising and falling under the black bra, nipples taut, navel brushing lightly against him.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmm,” she moaned.
Then, in a surprising, heated moment, my mom pulled me close to her and she turned her lips toward me. Her eyes, glinting with shyness and hunger, and began kissing my lips, holding my hand tightly. Before I could react, she kissed me deeply, passionately, lips kissing my lips with a mix of urgency and desire.
Naresh groaned beneath her, lost in her vagina, and I could feel the heat, the intensity of the moment building. “Mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm,” as my mom was making loud, the moment Naresh his cock deep inside my mom’s pussy, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” my mom moaned loud, my mom began cumming with her vagina tightening, hips trembling, and I felt it wash over me through her kiss. At the same instant, Naresh groaned, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” and thrusting a final time as he came deep inside my mom’s pussy, their release merging in a flood of heat and pleasure.
Her buttocks quivered on the table, breasts bouncing with the aftershocks, and I held her close, kissing her back as the warmth and passion of the moment consumed all three of us. The dressing room was filled with soft moans, shivering waist, hips, and the intimate intensity of two bodies climaxing together while she shared the moment with me.
My Mom’s shudders slowly faded, hips relaxing, vagina still trembling lightly around Naresh, buttocks settling back onto the table. Her breasts rose and fell freely, nipples softening, waist curving as she exhaled deeply, her lips parted in quiet, lingering moans.
Naresh sank beside her, chest heaving, fingers still lightly grazing her hips and waist, eyes half-closed as he caught his breath. I stayed close, hand in hers, feeling the warmth of her bare body and the subtle tremors that remained in her vagina, hips, and buttocks.
My Mom looked at me, eyes glinting with a mix of shyness and satisfaction, and her lips curved in a small, tired smile. I leaned closer and kissed her lips tasting the remnants of the passion we’d shared.
Her Yellow Chiffon Saree and Yellow Petticoat were slightly disheveled around her hips and buttocks, framing her bare breasts, vagina, and waist. Every inch of her radiated warmth and the slow, lingering pulse of pleasure, from her breasts to waist, hips, vagina, and buttocks.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away, caught between awe and desire, feeling the intimacy of the moment—My Mom, completely alive and exposed, vagina and buttocks still sensitive, breasts heaving softly, and the shared heat of what we had just experienced together.
Naresh’s hands moved to the edges of My Mom’s Yellow Chiffon Saree, sliding it gently over her hips and buttocks, letting the saree all away completely. She was now completely naked except for the Yellow Petticoat, her breasts, vagina, waist, and buttocks fully exposed to the soft light of the dressing room.
He leaned closer for a brief moment, carefully wiping her vagina with her Yellow chiffon Saree, his fingers tracing lightly over the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips. My Mom shivered slightly but did not pull away, her soft lips parting in a tiny gasp as he attended to her with gentle care.
He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on her, making her feel the weight of his words. “This is all your fault—your kisses, your teasing… you made it impossible for us to focus.”
My mom felt a rush of guilt, blushing deeply, knowing he wasn’t entirely wrong. “I… I didn’t mean to…” she whispered softly, her voice trembling, feeling the effect of her own actions on them.
Rajan smiled, leaning in just slightly, the tension between them thick, leaving My Mom caught between guilt, excitement, and the playful, erotic energy lingering in the air.
Rajan stepped forward first, his voice low and pleading. “Autny… please, just one chance… I promise I’ll be careful.”
Prakash followed, his eyes wide, “Aunty… I so badly want to enjoy making love to you… just a little, please.”
Arjun shuffled closer, almost shyly, “I… I won’t forget it if you just give me one chance to enjoy your Pussys…”
Naresh hung back for a moment, then whispered, “Aunty… just a tiny moment… please let me enjoy you.”
I could feel my pulse racing, my hands clenching. “No one gets you but me, Mom,” I said, my voice low, possessive, and teasing.
She looked at me, blushing deeply, a small smile playing on her lips. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered back.
I leaned closer, brushing my hand along her waist, feeling her Breasts in her Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in her Saree, and whispered, “Good. You’re mine today. All mine.”
My Mom giggled softly, leaning closer, her eyes sparkling, “Okay… you’ve got me, My Mom’s yours.”
The others’ eyes widened, realizing their pleading meant nothing, while I held her close, enjoying the playful tension, her blush, and every little shiver she gave me.
Rajan’s team were so desperate to fuck my mom that, they all started kneeling in front of my mom and began begging her to let them fuck her.
Rajan knelt first, his eyes fixed on My Mom. “Aunty… please… just one chance… I promise I’ll be careful,” he said, his voice low and earnest.
Prakash followed, his gaze pleading. “Aunty… I will cum quickly… I won’t forget it… please.”
Arjun shuffled closer, almost shyly. “Aunty… please.”
Naresh hung back for a moment, whispering softly, “Please… just a little moment… I won’t ask again, Aunty.”
When Rajan’s team were begging to fuck my mom, I could feel myself getting turned on, my heart pounding as I looked at my mom. “Mom… do it for me,” I whispered, my voice low and urgent.
She hesitated, shaking her head slightly. “No… no way,” she murmured, biting her lip.
I leaned closer, brushing my hand along her waist, feeling her Breasts in her Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in her Saree, and whispered, “Do it for me… just this once. Please, Mom.”
Her eyes softened, and she smiled, leaning into me. “I… I love you,” she said, her voice tender. “If it’s for you, I’ll do anything… I’ll do it.”
I grinned, planting a quick kiss to her cheek, feeling her shiver slightly.
The moment my mom said yes, Rajan’s team practically jumped in excitement. Rajan, Prakash, Arjun, and Naresh looked at each other, their eyes wide with anticipation.
Without waiting, they started guiding her toward the Dressing Room, their hands gentle but eager, their faces full of longing.
I felt a sharp rush of possessiveness, my fists clenching. “Hey! My Mom is Mine,” I muttered under my breath, stepping closer, my gaze burning with intensity.
My Mom glanced back at me, blushing but smiling, and whispered, “Don’t worry… I’m yours too, Varun.”
I could feel my pulse racing as she let them guide her, her Breasts in her Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in her Saree brushing against their hands. My Mom’s mischievous smile made my desire spike even more, knowing she was letting them approach, but still thinking of me.
Waiting no time, Naresh stepped forward, eyes filled with anticipation. “I’ll go first,” he said, his voice low and eager.
Before I could react, he gently lifted My Mom into his arms. I could feel a rush of possessiveness and heat surge through me. Her Breasts in her Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in her Saree pressed lightly against him as he carried her.
He set her down carefully on the table, and I could see My mom blushing but playful, glancing at me with that mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
Naresh stepped back for a moment, then slowly began removing his white T-shirt and removed his white pants and underwear and got naked.
My stomach twisted, heat rising inside me, as he stood in front of my mom, naked, every inch of his body tense with erect cock, waiting for her.
He didn’t rush. Every glance, every slow movement seemed calculated to make her ache, and I could see her eyes following his every motion. Her breathing quickened as his gaze met hers, and I felt my own pulse racing, unable to look away.
I could barely breathe as Naresh’s hands slid under My Mom’s Yellow Chiffon Saree and Yellow Petticoat, Naresh’s hands moved deliberately, fingers hooking the waistband of My Mom’s black panties. He tugged them down slowly, inch by inch, letting them slide over her hips and buttocks. My Mom’s soft gasps filled the room as the panties pooled at her thighs, leaving her bare vagina exposed.
Her buttocks pressed lightly against the table as she arched toward him, waist bending slightly, breasts rising and falling under the black bra and Yellow Blouse. The smooth, clean-shaved outer lips of her vagina glistened in the light, catching my eyes, and my hand tightened around hers instinctively.
My Mom’s lips parted in a small moan, eyes flicking toward me with a shy, daring glance, letting me know I was part of this moment. Naresh’s fingers lingered on her hips, teasing the bare skin, and I could see her shivering with anticipation, every inch of her alive with desire.
Naresh paused for a moment, hands resting on My Mom’s hips, eyes tracing the lines of her body. Then he leaned closer, his gaze fixed on her vagina, and a low, husky sound of admiration escaped him.
“Aunty… you’re Pussy so beautiful,” he murmured, fingers brushing lightly over the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips of her vagina. “Every part of you… perfect.”
My Mom shivered, her breasts rising and falling under the yellow blouse black bra, buttocks pressing against the table as a flush spread across her waist and hips. She bit her lips, her hand tightening around mine, holding me close as if to anchor herself in the moment.
I could feel the heat radiating off her body, the anticipation in her vagina, the way her hips shifted subtly under his touch. Every soft gasp and small moan from her lips made it impossible to look away, and I realized just how intimate, how alive this moment was—for her, for him, and for me, standing so close and holding her hand.
Naresh leaned lower, kissing the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips of My Mom’s vagina. I could hear her soft gasp, the subtle quiver in her hips as he kissed her, tongue teasing the tender folds.
My Mom’s buttocks pressed into the table, waist arching slightly, breasts rising and falling under the yellow blouse and black bra with every shuddering breath. Her lips parted, letting out soft moans that filled the quiet dressing room, and I could see the heat radiating from her, the flush spreading across her waist and hips.
She squeezed my hand tighter, guiding me closer, her eyes glinting with a mix of shyness and desire. Naresh’s fingers gripped the curve of her hips, holding her steady as his mouth explored her vagina, and I could see her trembling, every inch of her alive with sensation.
“Ah… Naresh…” she gasped, her soft moans making it impossible for me to look away. The way her vagina responded, the slick glistening on the outer lips, every movement of her buttocks and hips against the table—it was overwhelming. I stayed close, hand in hers, watching and feeling everything, caught between awe and desire.
Naresh’s hands moved to his penis, stroking it slowly as his eyes never left My Mom’s vagina. I could see the way her outer lips glistened, the smooth, clean-shaved skin trembling slightly with anticipation. Her hips shifted instinctively, buttocks pressing into the table, waist arching as breasts rose and fell under the black bra.
Then he positioned himself at her entrance, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he entered her vagina. My Mom’s soft moan escaped her lips, a long, drawn-out, trembling sound:
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”
Her left hand gripped his shoulder, waist bending into him, hips moving instinctively with the thrust, buttocks pressing against the table. I could see her breasts quivering under the black bra, navel brushing lightly against his stomach, and the flush spreading across her waist and hips made her look completely alive, completely consumed by the sensation.
I held her hand tightly, unable to look away, watching every inch of him enter her, every soft moan, every quiver of her vagina, every movement of her buttocks and hips. The intimacy, the heat, the desire in the room was overwhelming, and I could feel it all from where I stood, my heart racing.
As Rajan, Prakash, and Prakash surrounded my mom and stroking their cocks watching Naresh enjoying making love to my mom’s beautiful Pussy, Rajan could not control himself and for a moment, his hands moving up to the front of My Mom’s Yellow Blouse. With careful, deliberate fingers, he unhooked it, letting the blouse open and fall slightly to reveal her black bra underneath.
Her breasts lifted as the bra held them, nipples visible through the dark fabric, quivering with anticipation. My Mom’s waist arched subtly, hips shifting, and her buttocks pressed more firmly against the edge of the table as she gasped softly.
I could see the way her lips parted in a small, shivering moan, eyes fluttering, and I instinctively held her hand tighter. The Yellow Chiffon Saree and Yellow Petticoat framed her perfectly, contrasting vividly with the black bra, and every curve of her breasts, waist, and hips seemed to glow with desire under the dressing room lights.
Rajan’s hands lingered on her breasts, thumbs teasing over the bra, and I could see My Mom trembling, every inch of her responding, vagina glistening, buttocks shifting with the subtle movements of her hips, navel brushing lightly against him, completely alive with sensation.
Naresh’s movements slowed for a brief moment, his eyes locked on My Mom’s bare vagina. His voice was low, husky, full of desire as he murmured,
“Aunty… your vagina is so beautiful… so tight. You have no idea how much I am enjoying your Pussy.”
Her soft moan escaped her lips, long and trembling:
“Mmmmmmm…”
I watched as her hips pressed into him, buttocks rocking slightly with every movement, waist arched, breasts quivering under the black bra. The flush across her waist and hips deepened, and her vagina tightened subtly with each thrust, responding to him completely.
Naresh’s hand gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he moved with increasing urgency. I could see the tension building in him, every motion sharper, faster, every thrust making My Mom gasp and moan. Her breasts bounced, nipples brushing against his chest, navel pressing against him, and buttocks shifting with every thrust.
Her lips parted in soft, shivering moans, vagina clenching around him, and I could feel my own pulse racing, held tight in her hand, witnessing the intensity of desire, pleasure, and near-completion between them.
Meanwhile, Rajan’s hands moved to the straps of My Mom’s black bra, sliding them off her shoulders with deliberate care. He unclasped it from the back, letting the bra fall away and leaving her breasts completely bare.
He guided her gently to lie down flat on the table, her Yellow Chiffon Saree and Yellow Petticoat framing her body, vagina still glistening, buttocks pressed lightly against the surface. I held her hand tightly, my eyes glued to every movement.
Rajan’ gaze traveled over her breasts, tracing the shape, the soft swell, the nipples taut and inviting. His voice was low, full of awe:
“Aunty… your breasts… they’re perfect. The shape, the softness… everything about them is beautiful.”
He leaned down, placing one hand on her waist to steady her as he took a breast in his mouth, sucking gently, tongue teasing her nipple. My Mom arched instinctively, a soft moan escaping her lips. Then he switched to the other breast, alternating slowly, deliberately, every movement sending shivers through her waist, hips, and vagina.
Her breasts rose and fell under his mouth, nipples hardening, her buttocks pressing lightly into the table with each shiver. My Mom’s soft moans filled the dressing room, her lips parting, vagina clenching subtly as Naresh’s attention moved from one breast to the other, worshipping every inch of her bare skin.
I stayed close, hand in hers, watching her trembling body, waist, hips, breasts, buttocks, and vagina, completely consumed by desire, utterly alive under his touch.
Meanwhile Naresh’s movements became deeper, harder, each thrust into My Mom’s vagina deliberate, measured, sending shivers through her waist, hips, and buttocks. I could hear the soft, wet sound of him moving inside her, feel the heat radiating from her trembling body, and watch her breasts rise and fall with every shuddering breath.
His voice was low, husky, filled with desire as he murmured to her:
“Aunty… you’re so close… I can feel you about to cum.”
My Mom gasped, a long, trembling moan escaping her lips:
“Mmmmmmmmm… ah… Naresh…”
Her vagina clenched around him instinctively, buttocks pressing into the table, waist arching as every thrust drove deeper. Her breasts bounced under the black bra, nipples brushing against his chest, navel pressing lightly against him with each movement.
Naresh’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer with every thrust, groaning softly as he lost himself in the pleasure. I could see the tension building in him, hear the low moans escaping his lips, feel the electricity in the room as My Mom shivered, moaned, and trembled, completely consumed by the sensations.
I held her hand tighter, feeling every shiver, every quiver of her vagina, every arch of her waist and movement of her buttocks, utterly captivated by the raw, overwhelming intimacy between them.
My Mom’s shudders intensified, vagina clenching tightly around Naresh, hips pressing urgently into him, buttocks trembling as her waist arched. I could see her breasts rising and falling under the black bra, nipples taut, navel brushing lightly against him.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmm,” she moaned.
Then, in a surprising, heated moment, my mom pulled me close to her and she turned her lips toward me. Her eyes, glinting with shyness and hunger, and began kissing my lips, holding my hand tightly. Before I could react, she kissed me deeply, passionately, lips kissing my lips with a mix of urgency and desire.
Naresh groaned beneath her, lost in her vagina, and I could feel the heat, the intensity of the moment building. “Mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm,” as my mom was making loud, the moment Naresh his cock deep inside my mom’s pussy, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” my mom moaned loud, my mom began cumming with her vagina tightening, hips trembling, and I felt it wash over me through her kiss. At the same instant, Naresh groaned, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” and thrusting a final time as he came deep inside my mom’s pussy, their release merging in a flood of heat and pleasure.
Her buttocks quivered on the table, breasts bouncing with the aftershocks, and I held her close, kissing her back as the warmth and passion of the moment consumed all three of us. The dressing room was filled with soft moans, shivering waist, hips, and the intimate intensity of two bodies climaxing together while she shared the moment with me.
My Mom’s shudders slowly faded, hips relaxing, vagina still trembling lightly around Naresh, buttocks settling back onto the table. Her breasts rose and fell freely, nipples softening, waist curving as she exhaled deeply, her lips parted in quiet, lingering moans.
Naresh sank beside her, chest heaving, fingers still lightly grazing her hips and waist, eyes half-closed as he caught his breath. I stayed close, hand in hers, feeling the warmth of her bare body and the subtle tremors that remained in her vagina, hips, and buttocks.
My Mom looked at me, eyes glinting with a mix of shyness and satisfaction, and her lips curved in a small, tired smile. I leaned closer and kissed her lips tasting the remnants of the passion we’d shared.
Her Yellow Chiffon Saree and Yellow Petticoat were slightly disheveled around her hips and buttocks, framing her bare breasts, vagina, and waist. Every inch of her radiated warmth and the slow, lingering pulse of pleasure, from her breasts to waist, hips, vagina, and buttocks.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away, caught between awe and desire, feeling the intimacy of the moment—My Mom, completely alive and exposed, vagina and buttocks still sensitive, breasts heaving softly, and the shared heat of what we had just experienced together.
Naresh’s hands moved to the edges of My Mom’s Yellow Chiffon Saree, sliding it gently over her hips and buttocks, letting the saree all away completely. She was now completely naked except for the Yellow Petticoat, her breasts, vagina, waist, and buttocks fully exposed to the soft light of the dressing room.
He leaned closer for a brief moment, carefully wiping her vagina with her Yellow chiffon Saree, his fingers tracing lightly over the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips. My Mom shivered slightly but did not pull away, her soft lips parting in a tiny gasp as he attended to her with gentle care.
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