23-08-2025, 08:56 PM
I leaned closer, my hands still cupping My Mom’s breasts, nipples brushing against my palms as I moved slightly, teasing her. Her waist arched, hips swaying, Pussy clenching subtly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling under my gaze.
My Mom gasped softly, a long moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
I lowered my face to her breasts, gently kissing and sucking one nipple, then the other, feeling her breasts tighten under my lips. Her waist bent naturally, hips shifting closer, Pussy pulsing lightly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling in rhythm with her pleasure.
Her lips parted in a soft gasp, another moan escaping:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
I felt her breasts respond to every movement, waist arching, hips pressing slightly against me. Her Pussy pulsed subtly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling, and every reaction of her body sent a shiver through me. My Mom leaned into my attention, completely surrendered to the warmth, the intimacy, and the slow, sensual connection we shared.
I lowered my hands slowly, sliding them toward My Mom’s hips and the edges of her Yellow Petticoat, lifting it slightly to expose her bare Pussy and asshole. Her hips shifted instinctively, Pussy tightening slightly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling.
My fingers traced gently along her Pussy, brushing her clitoris, while my other hand rested on her waist, feeling her hips quiver beneath me. My Mom gasped, a long, trembling moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Her hips rocked instinctively, Pussy clenching around my fingers, asshole quivering, Ass bouncing lightly. Her waist arched as I explored her Pussy, clitoris, and asshole, her breasts rising and falling with every breath, nipples hardened from the lingering excitement.
My Mom let out another soft moan, lips parting, waist curving, hips moving in rhythm with the sensations:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Every tremor of her hips, every pulse of her Pussy and asshole, every shiver of her Ass and breasts drew me deeper into the heat and intimacy between us. I felt completely captivated by her, lost in the slow, electric connection we shared in the dressing room.
I leaned closer, parting My Mom’s lips with mine, letting my tongue slide gently between them. I felt the wet, soft texture of her lips and the subtle taste of her mouth. Her waist arched slightly, hips shifting, Pussy tightening a little, asshole quivering, Ass trembling. She moaned softly, lips parting against mine:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
My hands returned to her breasts, cupping them fully, feeling the roundness, the firmness, and the softness of her nipples under my palms. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, waist arching naturally, hips swaying slightly, Pussy pulsing subtly, asshole quivering with the attention.
I slid my fingers to her Pussy, feeling the smooth, tight walls and her clitoris responding instantly. Her Pussy clung gently, asshole quivering, Ass trembling with every subtle movement.
My Mom gasped, a long moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Every pulse of her Pussy, every quiver of her asshole, every tremor of her hips, waist, breasts, and Ass made me lose myself in her. Feeling her lips, breasts, Pussy, and asshole so vividly under my hands and tongue made the intimacy almost unbearable.
I could not control anymore, and as I bean removing my zipper to to pull my cock out and fuck my mom, I heard the faint but distinct sound of footsteps outside the dressing room. My hand froze. My hips stiffened, and I quickly pulled the zipper back up, glancing at My Mom.
The door clicked, and Deepak and Karthik stepped inside, white T-shirts tight over their chests, pants snug at the hips. Their wicked, teasing smiles made my pulse spike.
“Treat only for losers,” Deepak said, low and playful. “What about us winners?”
My Mom froze, cheeks burning. She raised her hands to cover her bare breasts. The yellow petticoat clung to her hips, leaving her shoulders, waist, and stomach exposed. Her eyes flicked nervously at me, and I felt a sharp ache in my groin.
I stood close, almost hovering beside her, watching every motion. Every subtle shiver, every slight tilt of her head, every tremble of her hands made me ache. I loved seeing her like this—so alive, so responsive, so aware of our gaze. My eyes roamed over her bare skin, from her shoulders to her navel, over her hips and thighs, completely captivated.
Karthik stepped closer, fingers brushing lightly along her waist, while Deepak moved behind her, their bodies near hers without touching roughly, letting her feel the heat of their presence. My Mom shivered, letting her back lean into him lightly, still covering her breasts, navel tightening with anticipation.
I felt my cock thicken as I watched Karthik’s hands cupping her Ass over the yellow petticoat, thighs shifting slightly as she moved with them. Her soft moans made me groan inwardly.
She leaned back into Deepak, exposing her neck to him while Karthik’s hands explored her waist and hips. Every breathy gasp, every subtle shiver, every sigh of hers sent waves through me. I wanted her desperately—but I also loved watching her, completely consumed by her responses, every little sound, every glance at me, teasing, daring, making me ache more.
Her breasts heaved under her own hands, nipples taut, glowing in the light. Her eyes flicked at me, wide, playful, guilty, letting me know she felt me watching, that it thrilled her.
I was right there, fully aware, fully burning, utterly addicted to seeing her with them—every gasp, every tremble, every movement—while knowing she also knew I was watching, loving it just as much as I did.
Karthik’s fingers moved gently toward My Mom’s hands, brushing them away from her breasts. Deepak mirrored him from behind, lifting her arms carefully. My Mom gasped, cheeks flushing bright pink, but didn’t pull back.
“Wow… just look at these,” Karthik murmured, his voice husky, cupping her bare breasts. “So full… so perfect.”
Deepak’s fingers traced the undersides of her breasts, letting his fingers linger over the soft skin. “I could look at them all day,” he said, low and teasing. “Absolutely beautiful… every inch of them.”
My Mom shivered, nipples taut, and I felt a fire ignite inside me. My eyes roamed over her bare breasts, waist, navel, hips, and Ass, completely captivated. I loved watching her like this—so alive, so responsive to them, and fully aware I was seeing everything.
Her hands had no choice now, resting at her sides. Karthik’s fingers cupped her bare breasts firmly yet gently, rolling them slightly, admiring their shape. Deepak leaned closer from behind, his chest brushing against her back, fingers gliding along the sides of her waist, making her gasp softly.
“Every time I see you, I can’t believe this is real,” Karthik whispered, lips brushing her ear. “Your breasts… so beautiful, so soft… I want to touch every part.”
I was right there, heart hammering, cock aching, lost in the sight. Every shiver, every moan, every tilt of her hips, every rise and fall of her breasts—it consumed me. I wanted to reach out, feel her, taste her—but I also loved watching, addicted to seeing her shiver and tremble under their touch.
Her yellow petticoat had shifted slightly as Karthik’s hands moved over her hips and Ass, and she gasped again. My eyes followed every motion, completely enthralled by her bare breasts, waist, navel, and thighs, while both men admired her with hunger and reverence.
My Mom’s blush deepened, but there was mischief in her eyes as she looked at them. Her naked breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples taut, and her waist swaying slightly.
“I knew you both would love my breasts,” she said, voice low and playful. “Go on… have fun. Don’t hold back.”
Karthik’s eyes darkened with hunger, and he smiled wickedly, cupping her naked breasts firmly, fingers teasing her nipples. Deepak leaned closer from behind, letting his chest graze her back while his fingers slid along her waist to rest on her hips, fingers gliding over the soft skin.
I was right there, unable to tear my eyes away. My heart thumped, cock aching as I watched her body respond to their hands, her soft moans filling the room. Every movement of her hips, every shiver of her waist, every gasp from her lips made me ache to touch her—but I stayed rooted, completely consumed by watching.
“So beautiful… so soft…” Karthik murmured, leaning closer, lips brushing her ear. “Your breasts… perfect, I could stare all day.”
Deepak’s fingers teased along the sides of her waist, fingertips gliding toward her Ass, cupping lightly through the yellow petticoat. My Mom gasped again, tilting her hips, letting them explore, her bare back arching slightly.
Her hands hung loosely now, allowing them full access, and she moaned softly, a low, urgent sound that made my body burn. I loved seeing her like this—so confident, teasing, letting them enjoy her, yet fully aware I was right there, drinking in every sight, every sound, every tremble of her bare breasts, waist, hips, navel, and Ass.
Karthik’s hands moved slowly, deliberate, to the hem of My Mom’s yellow petticoat. With a teasing grin, he lifted it just enough to reveal what had been hidden.
I caught my breath. My Mom’s bare Pussy was exposed, perfectly clean-shaved, the delicate skin glowing under the dressing room lights. Her thighs flexed slightly as she gasped, a deep blush flooding her cheeks.
Karthik’s eyes widened, almost spellbound. “Oh… wow… I’ve never seen anything like this,” he whispered, voice thick with awe. “So… beautiful… so perfect…”
Deepak’s hands lingered on her hips as he leaned closer from behind, eyes dark, body radiating heat. My Mom’s waist flexed, Ass shifting slightly as she tried to adjust, still aware of their gazes and my own.
I stood right there, heart pounding, my cock aching, completely captivated. I couldn’t look away. Every movement of her hips, every quiver of her thighs, every shiver from her bare Pussy made me ache to reach out, but I stayed, utterly consumed by watching.
My Mom’s soft moan escaped her lips, barely audible. Her hands trembled at her sides, powerless to cover herself now, and her blush deepened as Karthik leaned closer, letting his fingers glide lightly over her thighs, near her bare Pussy, exploring the space he had just unveiled.
“So delicate… so smooth… just incredible,” Karthik murmured, awe in his voice, his eyes never leaving her bare Pussy. My Mom shivered, nipples taut, breasts heaving, completely flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
I was right there, completely addicted to watching. Every gasp, every quiver, every tiny movement of her hips, waist, Pussy, thighs, and Ass made my pulse race. She was giving herself to them completely, and yet she knew I was watching, teasingly aware that every reaction of hers drove me wild.
Karthik sank to his knees, his hands firmly holding My Mom’s thighs apart. Her bare Pussy was fully exposed, glistening with wetness.
He leaned in and parted her labia with his fingers, letting his mouth hover over her clitoris. His tongue darted down, circling her sensitive clitoris, licking slowly, deliberately, tracing along the folds of her Pussy.
My Mom’s hips jerked upward, Ass shifting instinctively, waist arching as a sharp moan escaped her lips. Her breasts heaved, nipples taut, and she trembled, gripping her own breasts as pleasure ran through her.
Deepak’s hands rested on her hips, fingers sliding over the smooth skin of her Ass, keeping her steady while Karthik explored her Pussy thoroughly. My Mom gasped, thighs quivering, navel tightening with every deliberate lick and suck.
I stood right there, right next to her, completely consumed by the sight. Every flick of his tongue on her clitoris, every wet kiss along her labia, every moan from her lips, every shiver of her waist, hips, and thighs made my body ache unbearably. I couldn’t touch her—but watching her bare Pussy being worshiped like this, seeing her tremble and moan, made my cock throb harder than ever.
Her yellow petticoat had ridden up around her waist and hips, leaving her fully exposed. Each moan, each quiver of her Pussy, each arch of her back, pulled me deeper into the heat of the moment, utterly addicted to watching her respond, fully alive with desire.
Deepak moved behind My Mom, wrapping his arms around her waist. His chest pressed close to her back, and he let his hands slide over her hips and Ass, holding her steady.
“So… Karthik,” Deepak murmured, voice low and husky, “how does her Pussy taste?”
My Mom gasped softly, a long moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
I lowered my face to her breasts, gently kissing and sucking one nipple, then the other, feeling her breasts tighten under my lips. Her waist bent naturally, hips shifting closer, Pussy pulsing lightly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling in rhythm with her pleasure.
Her lips parted in a soft gasp, another moan escaping:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
I felt her breasts respond to every movement, waist arching, hips pressing slightly against me. Her Pussy pulsed subtly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling, and every reaction of her body sent a shiver through me. My Mom leaned into my attention, completely surrendered to the warmth, the intimacy, and the slow, sensual connection we shared.
I lowered my hands slowly, sliding them toward My Mom’s hips and the edges of her Yellow Petticoat, lifting it slightly to expose her bare Pussy and asshole. Her hips shifted instinctively, Pussy tightening slightly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling.
My fingers traced gently along her Pussy, brushing her clitoris, while my other hand rested on her waist, feeling her hips quiver beneath me. My Mom gasped, a long, trembling moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Her hips rocked instinctively, Pussy clenching around my fingers, asshole quivering, Ass bouncing lightly. Her waist arched as I explored her Pussy, clitoris, and asshole, her breasts rising and falling with every breath, nipples hardened from the lingering excitement.
My Mom let out another soft moan, lips parting, waist curving, hips moving in rhythm with the sensations:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Every tremor of her hips, every pulse of her Pussy and asshole, every shiver of her Ass and breasts drew me deeper into the heat and intimacy between us. I felt completely captivated by her, lost in the slow, electric connection we shared in the dressing room.
I leaned closer, parting My Mom’s lips with mine, letting my tongue slide gently between them. I felt the wet, soft texture of her lips and the subtle taste of her mouth. Her waist arched slightly, hips shifting, Pussy tightening a little, asshole quivering, Ass trembling. She moaned softly, lips parting against mine:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
My hands returned to her breasts, cupping them fully, feeling the roundness, the firmness, and the softness of her nipples under my palms. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, waist arching naturally, hips swaying slightly, Pussy pulsing subtly, asshole quivering with the attention.
I slid my fingers to her Pussy, feeling the smooth, tight walls and her clitoris responding instantly. Her Pussy clung gently, asshole quivering, Ass trembling with every subtle movement.
My Mom gasped, a long moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Every pulse of her Pussy, every quiver of her asshole, every tremor of her hips, waist, breasts, and Ass made me lose myself in her. Feeling her lips, breasts, Pussy, and asshole so vividly under my hands and tongue made the intimacy almost unbearable.
I could not control anymore, and as I bean removing my zipper to to pull my cock out and fuck my mom, I heard the faint but distinct sound of footsteps outside the dressing room. My hand froze. My hips stiffened, and I quickly pulled the zipper back up, glancing at My Mom.
The door clicked, and Deepak and Karthik stepped inside, white T-shirts tight over their chests, pants snug at the hips. Their wicked, teasing smiles made my pulse spike.
“Treat only for losers,” Deepak said, low and playful. “What about us winners?”
My Mom froze, cheeks burning. She raised her hands to cover her bare breasts. The yellow petticoat clung to her hips, leaving her shoulders, waist, and stomach exposed. Her eyes flicked nervously at me, and I felt a sharp ache in my groin.
I stood close, almost hovering beside her, watching every motion. Every subtle shiver, every slight tilt of her head, every tremble of her hands made me ache. I loved seeing her like this—so alive, so responsive, so aware of our gaze. My eyes roamed over her bare skin, from her shoulders to her navel, over her hips and thighs, completely captivated.
Karthik stepped closer, fingers brushing lightly along her waist, while Deepak moved behind her, their bodies near hers without touching roughly, letting her feel the heat of their presence. My Mom shivered, letting her back lean into him lightly, still covering her breasts, navel tightening with anticipation.
I felt my cock thicken as I watched Karthik’s hands cupping her Ass over the yellow petticoat, thighs shifting slightly as she moved with them. Her soft moans made me groan inwardly.
She leaned back into Deepak, exposing her neck to him while Karthik’s hands explored her waist and hips. Every breathy gasp, every subtle shiver, every sigh of hers sent waves through me. I wanted her desperately—but I also loved watching her, completely consumed by her responses, every little sound, every glance at me, teasing, daring, making me ache more.
Her breasts heaved under her own hands, nipples taut, glowing in the light. Her eyes flicked at me, wide, playful, guilty, letting me know she felt me watching, that it thrilled her.
I was right there, fully aware, fully burning, utterly addicted to seeing her with them—every gasp, every tremble, every movement—while knowing she also knew I was watching, loving it just as much as I did.
Karthik’s fingers moved gently toward My Mom’s hands, brushing them away from her breasts. Deepak mirrored him from behind, lifting her arms carefully. My Mom gasped, cheeks flushing bright pink, but didn’t pull back.
“Wow… just look at these,” Karthik murmured, his voice husky, cupping her bare breasts. “So full… so perfect.”
Deepak’s fingers traced the undersides of her breasts, letting his fingers linger over the soft skin. “I could look at them all day,” he said, low and teasing. “Absolutely beautiful… every inch of them.”
My Mom shivered, nipples taut, and I felt a fire ignite inside me. My eyes roamed over her bare breasts, waist, navel, hips, and Ass, completely captivated. I loved watching her like this—so alive, so responsive to them, and fully aware I was seeing everything.
Her hands had no choice now, resting at her sides. Karthik’s fingers cupped her bare breasts firmly yet gently, rolling them slightly, admiring their shape. Deepak leaned closer from behind, his chest brushing against her back, fingers gliding along the sides of her waist, making her gasp softly.
“Every time I see you, I can’t believe this is real,” Karthik whispered, lips brushing her ear. “Your breasts… so beautiful, so soft… I want to touch every part.”
I was right there, heart hammering, cock aching, lost in the sight. Every shiver, every moan, every tilt of her hips, every rise and fall of her breasts—it consumed me. I wanted to reach out, feel her, taste her—but I also loved watching, addicted to seeing her shiver and tremble under their touch.
Her yellow petticoat had shifted slightly as Karthik’s hands moved over her hips and Ass, and she gasped again. My eyes followed every motion, completely enthralled by her bare breasts, waist, navel, and thighs, while both men admired her with hunger and reverence.
My Mom’s blush deepened, but there was mischief in her eyes as she looked at them. Her naked breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples taut, and her waist swaying slightly.
“I knew you both would love my breasts,” she said, voice low and playful. “Go on… have fun. Don’t hold back.”
Karthik’s eyes darkened with hunger, and he smiled wickedly, cupping her naked breasts firmly, fingers teasing her nipples. Deepak leaned closer from behind, letting his chest graze her back while his fingers slid along her waist to rest on her hips, fingers gliding over the soft skin.
I was right there, unable to tear my eyes away. My heart thumped, cock aching as I watched her body respond to their hands, her soft moans filling the room. Every movement of her hips, every shiver of her waist, every gasp from her lips made me ache to touch her—but I stayed rooted, completely consumed by watching.
“So beautiful… so soft…” Karthik murmured, leaning closer, lips brushing her ear. “Your breasts… perfect, I could stare all day.”
Deepak’s fingers teased along the sides of her waist, fingertips gliding toward her Ass, cupping lightly through the yellow petticoat. My Mom gasped again, tilting her hips, letting them explore, her bare back arching slightly.
Her hands hung loosely now, allowing them full access, and she moaned softly, a low, urgent sound that made my body burn. I loved seeing her like this—so confident, teasing, letting them enjoy her, yet fully aware I was right there, drinking in every sight, every sound, every tremble of her bare breasts, waist, hips, navel, and Ass.
Karthik’s hands moved slowly, deliberate, to the hem of My Mom’s yellow petticoat. With a teasing grin, he lifted it just enough to reveal what had been hidden.
I caught my breath. My Mom’s bare Pussy was exposed, perfectly clean-shaved, the delicate skin glowing under the dressing room lights. Her thighs flexed slightly as she gasped, a deep blush flooding her cheeks.
Karthik’s eyes widened, almost spellbound. “Oh… wow… I’ve never seen anything like this,” he whispered, voice thick with awe. “So… beautiful… so perfect…”
Deepak’s hands lingered on her hips as he leaned closer from behind, eyes dark, body radiating heat. My Mom’s waist flexed, Ass shifting slightly as she tried to adjust, still aware of their gazes and my own.
I stood right there, heart pounding, my cock aching, completely captivated. I couldn’t look away. Every movement of her hips, every quiver of her thighs, every shiver from her bare Pussy made me ache to reach out, but I stayed, utterly consumed by watching.
My Mom’s soft moan escaped her lips, barely audible. Her hands trembled at her sides, powerless to cover herself now, and her blush deepened as Karthik leaned closer, letting his fingers glide lightly over her thighs, near her bare Pussy, exploring the space he had just unveiled.
“So delicate… so smooth… just incredible,” Karthik murmured, awe in his voice, his eyes never leaving her bare Pussy. My Mom shivered, nipples taut, breasts heaving, completely flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
I was right there, completely addicted to watching. Every gasp, every quiver, every tiny movement of her hips, waist, Pussy, thighs, and Ass made my pulse race. She was giving herself to them completely, and yet she knew I was watching, teasingly aware that every reaction of hers drove me wild.
Karthik sank to his knees, his hands firmly holding My Mom’s thighs apart. Her bare Pussy was fully exposed, glistening with wetness.
He leaned in and parted her labia with his fingers, letting his mouth hover over her clitoris. His tongue darted down, circling her sensitive clitoris, licking slowly, deliberately, tracing along the folds of her Pussy.
My Mom’s hips jerked upward, Ass shifting instinctively, waist arching as a sharp moan escaped her lips. Her breasts heaved, nipples taut, and she trembled, gripping her own breasts as pleasure ran through her.
Deepak’s hands rested on her hips, fingers sliding over the smooth skin of her Ass, keeping her steady while Karthik explored her Pussy thoroughly. My Mom gasped, thighs quivering, navel tightening with every deliberate lick and suck.
I stood right there, right next to her, completely consumed by the sight. Every flick of his tongue on her clitoris, every wet kiss along her labia, every moan from her lips, every shiver of her waist, hips, and thighs made my body ache unbearably. I couldn’t touch her—but watching her bare Pussy being worshiped like this, seeing her tremble and moan, made my cock throb harder than ever.
Her yellow petticoat had ridden up around her waist and hips, leaving her fully exposed. Each moan, each quiver of her Pussy, each arch of her back, pulled me deeper into the heat of the moment, utterly addicted to watching her respond, fully alive with desire.
Deepak moved behind My Mom, wrapping his arms around her waist. His chest pressed close to her back, and he let his hands slide over her hips and Ass, holding her steady.
“So… Karthik,” Deepak murmured, voice low and husky, “how does her Pussy taste?”
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