23-08-2025, 09:05 PM
Karthik reached for the wet wipes kept near the table, his eyes never leaving My Mom’s flushed face. Tearing one out, he gently spread her thighs wider, exposing her soaked pussy glistening with his seed.
He bent close and began wiping her pussy clean, the soft touch making My Mom arch back on the bed, her voice breaking into a moan. "Mmmhh… Karthik… it’s tickling… ahhh…" she whispered, looking straight into his eyes.
Her breath quickened as each slow stroke of the wipe brushed across her swollen pussy lips, sending shivers through her body. She held his wrist gently, her eyes glowing with playful mischief as she bit her lower lip.
After carefully wiping every trace away, Karthik smiled and whispered, "Your pussy is fresh again, Aunty…"
Before My Mom could reply, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss right on her clean pussy lips. My Mom threw her head back, moaning loudly, "Ahhh… naughty boy…" and then broke into laughter, her hands hugging his shoulders tightly.
Karthik and Deepak were both buttoning up their white T-shirts and slipping into their pants, still flushed and grinning at each other as if they had shared a secret only they knew. My mom lay on the Table, catching her breath, her hair messy, her breasts rising and falling fast.
Just then, Shiva pushed the door open and stepped inside. His eyes instantly widened as he saw Karthik and Deepak dressed up, while my mom’s body still glistened with the afterglow of passion. He froze for a moment, his chest tightening, jealousy rising like fire inside him.
Karthik smirked and leaned closer to Shiva. “We just had the best time with her, Uncle… Aunty is unbelievable,” he whispered, his tone teasing.
Deepak chuckled, brushing his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, Dad… you should’ve seen how she moaned. She’s something else.”
Their words made Shiva’s fists clench, his heartbeat pounding as he looked at My mom’s glowing, half-naked body.
Deepak's Dad’s breath grew heavier as he stepped closer. His eyes locked on My Mom, who was lying across the table, her yellow petticoat clinging loosely around her hips while her bare breasts rose and fell with every breath. She looked radiant, flushed, and deliciously vulnerable.
Unable to resist, Deepak's Dad leaned down and cupped her breasts firmly in his hands, squeezing them as his thumbs brushed across her nipples. His voice came out hoarse, almost trembling with lust. “Sudha… you don’t know how turned on I am, just watching you like this… lying here, looking so beautiful.”
My Mom smiled. She reached up, her soft fingers stroking his cheek, then slipping into his hair, tugging him gently closer. “I know, Deepak's Dad… I can see it in your eyes,” she whispered, her touch lingering on his face, tender yet teasing.
Her gaze met his, full of heat and invitation, as her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him down towards her lips.
Deepak's Dad’s hands lifted My Mom’s yellow petticoat, lifting it higher until her thighs parted and her Pussy came fully into view. His eyes lingered, drinking her in, and he leaned closer, his voice thick with desire as he whispered, “Sudha… your Pussy is so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m seeing you like this.”
My Mom’s cheeks turned a deep red as she lowered her gaze, her lips curving in a shy smile. She let her fingers reach up, stroking his face and tangling in his hair gently. “Sir…” she breathed, her voice trembling yet filled with warmth, “don’t look at me like that… you’ll make me melt.”
Her body shifted slightly under his gaze, her petticoat still bunched up in his hands, her bare breasts rising and falling as her blush deepened.
Deepak's Dad’s breathing grew heavier as he held My Mom’s yellow petticoat high, his eyes fixed on the soft pink folds of her Pussy. He lowered himself slightly, his fingers trembling with desire as they hovered just above her skin.
“Sudha…” he whispered, his voice rough with passion, “your Pussy is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. It’s soft… pink… and so inviting.”
His fingers brushed gently along her inner thigh before tracing slowly toward her Pussy. My Mom gasped and bit her lower lip, her body arching slightly as his fingertips came close to her Pussy.
Blushing deeper, she murmured shyly, “Sir… don’t say such things… I feel so shy when you praise me like that…” Yet her trembling hands clutched his shoulders, as if urging him not to stop.
Deepak's Dad’s finger softly caressed the outer lips of her Pussy, exploring her warmth with reverence. His eyes never left her face as he said, “You are a goddess, Sudha… and this part of you is pure beauty. I could spend forever just looking at you here.”
My Mom’s breath hitched, her breasts rising heavily as she leaned closer into him, whispering in a shaky voice, “Sir… you’re making me lose myself…”
Deepak's Dad kept My Mom’s yellow petticoat lifted above her waist with one hand. With the other, he slowly opened her thighs and placed his fingers on her pussy lips.
“Sudha… your Pussy is so soft and beautiful,” he said, staring at it closely.
His fingers moved gently over her pussy lips, spreading them apart a little. My Mom’s body shook, and she gasped.
“Sir… don’t look at me like that… I feel shy,” she whispered, holding onto his neck.
But Deepak's Dad did not stop. He bent down, his lips just inches away from her Pussy. His warm breath touched her pussy lips, making My Mom tremble.
“I want to taste you here, Sudha,” he said softly, before he kissed her pussy lips.
My Mom moaned loudly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body melted from the touch of his lips on her Pussy.
Deepak's Dad lowered his face between My Mom’s thighs, his eyes fixed on her Pussy, glistening and inviting. He leaned in and kissed her pussy lips slowly, letting his tongue explore her. My Mom gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as she arched her waist slightly.
He lifted his head for a moment, his lips wet, and whispered with a lustful smile, “Sudha… your Pussy tastes salty and sweet at the same time… it’s intoxicating.”
My Mom’s cheeks turned crimson as she looked down at him, her lips parting in a shy smile. She ran her hand over his face and whispered back, “Sir… you make me feel so shameless when you say that.”
Deepak's Dad grinned, kissed her pussy lips again, and murmured, “Shameless or not, I want to taste you again and again.”
Deepak's Dad leaned back down and spread My Mom’s pussy lips with his tongue, licking her gently at first. The wet warmth filled his mouth as he circled her clit, making her gasp and moan loudly.
“Sir… ahhh… don’t stop,” My Mom whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as her thighs trembled.
He pulled back for a second, his lips shining with her wetness, and whispered against her pussy, “Sudha… your pussy tastes so raw and sweet… it’s making me go crazy.”
Then he slid his tongue deeper, teasing her hole and then flicking over her clit again. My Mom cried out, arching her waist up against his mouth, her moans filling the room.
“I can’t get enough of you… every lick makes me harder… you’re driving me wild, Sudha,” Deepak's Dad growled between strokes of his tongue, before plunging back to taste her again.
Deepak's Dad’s tongue moved slowly over My Mom’s pussy lips, teasing her, tasting her deeply. She arched her back on the table, her yellow petticoat gathered around her waist, her breasts heaving with every breath. Her moans filled the room as his tongue flicked over her clit, circling it, sucking it, then plunging lower to taste every part of her wetness.
“Sudha… your pussy tastes so sweet… like honey mixed with salt… it’s making me lose my mind…” Deepak's Dad murmured between kisses, his voice thick with lust.
My Mom gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him harder against her. “Sir… don’t stop… you’re driving me crazy…” she whispered, her thighs tightening around his shoulders as the waves of pleasure built inside her.
He moaned into her pussy, his tongue working faster, more eager, as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. “I want more of this, Sudha… more of your pussy… I could stay here forever, tasting you…” he said before sucking hard on her clit, making her cry out louder.
Deepak's Dad’s tongue pushed deeper, swirling and flicking, his lips sucking her clit until My Mom’s whole body trembled. Her nails dug into his hair as she moaned louder, her hips lifting off the table, begging for more.
“Ahhh… Shivvvaaaa… I can’t… it’s too much… you’re making me lose control…” she cried out, her thighs squeezing tight around his head.
Deepak's Dad groaned into her wetness, loving how she tasted, how she moaned for him. “Sudha… your pussy is drenching my tongue… I want you to cum for me… let me drink every drop…”
His words, his hunger, his tongue—all pushed her over the edge. My Mom’s body arched high, her breasts bouncing as she screamed his name, her pussy quivering against his mouth. The moment Deepak's Dad spread her pink pussy lips wide and inserting his tongue deep inside My Mom’s pussy, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” she moaned loud and began cumming all over Deepak's Dad’s mouth. The warm waves of orgasm flowed through her as Deepak's Dad sucked and licked harder, swallowing her juices eagerly, not letting a single drop escape.
My Mom collapsed back onto the table, panting, her body still trembling while Deepak's Dad kissed her pussy tenderly, licking her clean. “Mmm… Sudha… I’ve never tasted anything like you… I’m addicted…” he whispered against her wet lips.
He bent close and began wiping her pussy clean, the soft touch making My Mom arch back on the bed, her voice breaking into a moan. "Mmmhh… Karthik… it’s tickling… ahhh…" she whispered, looking straight into his eyes.
Her breath quickened as each slow stroke of the wipe brushed across her swollen pussy lips, sending shivers through her body. She held his wrist gently, her eyes glowing with playful mischief as she bit her lower lip.
After carefully wiping every trace away, Karthik smiled and whispered, "Your pussy is fresh again, Aunty…"
Before My Mom could reply, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss right on her clean pussy lips. My Mom threw her head back, moaning loudly, "Ahhh… naughty boy…" and then broke into laughter, her hands hugging his shoulders tightly.
Karthik and Deepak were both buttoning up their white T-shirts and slipping into their pants, still flushed and grinning at each other as if they had shared a secret only they knew. My mom lay on the Table, catching her breath, her hair messy, her breasts rising and falling fast.
Just then, Shiva pushed the door open and stepped inside. His eyes instantly widened as he saw Karthik and Deepak dressed up, while my mom’s body still glistened with the afterglow of passion. He froze for a moment, his chest tightening, jealousy rising like fire inside him.
Karthik smirked and leaned closer to Shiva. “We just had the best time with her, Uncle… Aunty is unbelievable,” he whispered, his tone teasing.
Deepak chuckled, brushing his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, Dad… you should’ve seen how she moaned. She’s something else.”
Their words made Shiva’s fists clench, his heartbeat pounding as he looked at My mom’s glowing, half-naked body.
Deepak's Dad’s breath grew heavier as he stepped closer. His eyes locked on My Mom, who was lying across the table, her yellow petticoat clinging loosely around her hips while her bare breasts rose and fell with every breath. She looked radiant, flushed, and deliciously vulnerable.
Unable to resist, Deepak's Dad leaned down and cupped her breasts firmly in his hands, squeezing them as his thumbs brushed across her nipples. His voice came out hoarse, almost trembling with lust. “Sudha… you don’t know how turned on I am, just watching you like this… lying here, looking so beautiful.”
My Mom smiled. She reached up, her soft fingers stroking his cheek, then slipping into his hair, tugging him gently closer. “I know, Deepak's Dad… I can see it in your eyes,” she whispered, her touch lingering on his face, tender yet teasing.
Her gaze met his, full of heat and invitation, as her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him down towards her lips.
Deepak's Dad’s hands lifted My Mom’s yellow petticoat, lifting it higher until her thighs parted and her Pussy came fully into view. His eyes lingered, drinking her in, and he leaned closer, his voice thick with desire as he whispered, “Sudha… your Pussy is so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m seeing you like this.”
My Mom’s cheeks turned a deep red as she lowered her gaze, her lips curving in a shy smile. She let her fingers reach up, stroking his face and tangling in his hair gently. “Sir…” she breathed, her voice trembling yet filled with warmth, “don’t look at me like that… you’ll make me melt.”
Her body shifted slightly under his gaze, her petticoat still bunched up in his hands, her bare breasts rising and falling as her blush deepened.
Deepak's Dad’s breathing grew heavier as he held My Mom’s yellow petticoat high, his eyes fixed on the soft pink folds of her Pussy. He lowered himself slightly, his fingers trembling with desire as they hovered just above her skin.
“Sudha…” he whispered, his voice rough with passion, “your Pussy is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. It’s soft… pink… and so inviting.”
His fingers brushed gently along her inner thigh before tracing slowly toward her Pussy. My Mom gasped and bit her lower lip, her body arching slightly as his fingertips came close to her Pussy.
Blushing deeper, she murmured shyly, “Sir… don’t say such things… I feel so shy when you praise me like that…” Yet her trembling hands clutched his shoulders, as if urging him not to stop.
Deepak's Dad’s finger softly caressed the outer lips of her Pussy, exploring her warmth with reverence. His eyes never left her face as he said, “You are a goddess, Sudha… and this part of you is pure beauty. I could spend forever just looking at you here.”
My Mom’s breath hitched, her breasts rising heavily as she leaned closer into him, whispering in a shaky voice, “Sir… you’re making me lose myself…”
Deepak's Dad kept My Mom’s yellow petticoat lifted above her waist with one hand. With the other, he slowly opened her thighs and placed his fingers on her pussy lips.
“Sudha… your Pussy is so soft and beautiful,” he said, staring at it closely.
His fingers moved gently over her pussy lips, spreading them apart a little. My Mom’s body shook, and she gasped.
“Sir… don’t look at me like that… I feel shy,” she whispered, holding onto his neck.
But Deepak's Dad did not stop. He bent down, his lips just inches away from her Pussy. His warm breath touched her pussy lips, making My Mom tremble.
“I want to taste you here, Sudha,” he said softly, before he kissed her pussy lips.
My Mom moaned loudly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body melted from the touch of his lips on her Pussy.
Deepak's Dad lowered his face between My Mom’s thighs, his eyes fixed on her Pussy, glistening and inviting. He leaned in and kissed her pussy lips slowly, letting his tongue explore her. My Mom gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as she arched her waist slightly.
He lifted his head for a moment, his lips wet, and whispered with a lustful smile, “Sudha… your Pussy tastes salty and sweet at the same time… it’s intoxicating.”
My Mom’s cheeks turned crimson as she looked down at him, her lips parting in a shy smile. She ran her hand over his face and whispered back, “Sir… you make me feel so shameless when you say that.”
Deepak's Dad grinned, kissed her pussy lips again, and murmured, “Shameless or not, I want to taste you again and again.”
Deepak's Dad leaned back down and spread My Mom’s pussy lips with his tongue, licking her gently at first. The wet warmth filled his mouth as he circled her clit, making her gasp and moan loudly.
“Sir… ahhh… don’t stop,” My Mom whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as her thighs trembled.
He pulled back for a second, his lips shining with her wetness, and whispered against her pussy, “Sudha… your pussy tastes so raw and sweet… it’s making me go crazy.”
Then he slid his tongue deeper, teasing her hole and then flicking over her clit again. My Mom cried out, arching her waist up against his mouth, her moans filling the room.
“I can’t get enough of you… every lick makes me harder… you’re driving me wild, Sudha,” Deepak's Dad growled between strokes of his tongue, before plunging back to taste her again.
Deepak's Dad’s tongue moved slowly over My Mom’s pussy lips, teasing her, tasting her deeply. She arched her back on the table, her yellow petticoat gathered around her waist, her breasts heaving with every breath. Her moans filled the room as his tongue flicked over her clit, circling it, sucking it, then plunging lower to taste every part of her wetness.
“Sudha… your pussy tastes so sweet… like honey mixed with salt… it’s making me lose my mind…” Deepak's Dad murmured between kisses, his voice thick with lust.
My Mom gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him harder against her. “Sir… don’t stop… you’re driving me crazy…” she whispered, her thighs tightening around his shoulders as the waves of pleasure built inside her.
He moaned into her pussy, his tongue working faster, more eager, as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. “I want more of this, Sudha… more of your pussy… I could stay here forever, tasting you…” he said before sucking hard on her clit, making her cry out louder.
Deepak's Dad’s tongue pushed deeper, swirling and flicking, his lips sucking her clit until My Mom’s whole body trembled. Her nails dug into his hair as she moaned louder, her hips lifting off the table, begging for more.
“Ahhh… Shivvvaaaa… I can’t… it’s too much… you’re making me lose control…” she cried out, her thighs squeezing tight around his head.
Deepak's Dad groaned into her wetness, loving how she tasted, how she moaned for him. “Sudha… your pussy is drenching my tongue… I want you to cum for me… let me drink every drop…”
His words, his hunger, his tongue—all pushed her over the edge. My Mom’s body arched high, her breasts bouncing as she screamed his name, her pussy quivering against his mouth. The moment Deepak's Dad spread her pink pussy lips wide and inserting his tongue deep inside My Mom’s pussy, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” she moaned loud and began cumming all over Deepak's Dad’s mouth. The warm waves of orgasm flowed through her as Deepak's Dad sucked and licked harder, swallowing her juices eagerly, not letting a single drop escape.
My Mom collapsed back onto the table, panting, her body still trembling while Deepak's Dad kissed her pussy tenderly, licking her clean. “Mmm… Sudha… I’ve never tasted anything like you… I’m addicted…” he whispered against her wet lips.
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