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Trapped between their bodies, Devika suddenly pulled away from both men. Her chest heaved with rapid breaths as she stepped back, creating distance between them. Dattu and Vishnu exchanged confused glances, their expressions uncertain.
Dattu reached for her hand, his weathered fingers trembling slightly. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "This was wrong of us. We trapped you, put you in this situation..."
To his surprise, Devika laughed—a low, knowing sound that stopped his apology mid-sentence. She adjusted her saree where Vishnu had loosened it, but made no move to leave.
"I'm not a small girl who doesn't understand your motives," she said, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. "I knew what this was when Vishnu called me for your 'birthday.' Did you think I was that naive?"
Vishnu's eyes widened. "You knew?"
"Of course I knew." Devika's gaze moved between them, unflinching. "Your son has had his eyes on me from the first day of class. He took me into the boys' toilet twice. I..." she paused, then continued boldly, "I pleasured him with my mouth. And with you—" her eyes locked with Dattu's, "I drank alcohol for the first time and kissed you willingly. Did you really think I couldn't see your intentions?"
Father and son exchanged stunned glances.
"Then why did you come?" Dattu asked finally, confusion evident in his furrowed brow.
Something shifted in Devika's expression—vulnerability briefly replacing confidence before hardening into resolve. "Perhaps I wanted to be trapped."
"Thank you," Vishnu whispered, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, revealing his lean torso. "For being honest."
Beside him, Dattu stood shirtless, the contrast between their bodies striking—the son's smooth, youthful skin against the father's weathered, hair-covered chest.
"Father," Vishnu said, his voice eager, "make Mom happy. Help her forget that worthless husband Rajeevan."
Devika's expression tightened. "Don't call me Mom," she said firmly. "I'm your teacher. Thinking of a son doing... this... with his mother feels wrong."
Vishnu moved behind her again, his hands finding her waist. "But it will be more fun," he whispered against her ear. "Enjoying my favorite teacher while imagining her as a young, sexy mom." His lips brushed her earlobe. "A woman with her husband and son."
Before Devika could protest further, Vishnu's fingers slid through her hair, pulling it gently to expose the curve of her shoulder. With deliberate slowness, he placed a dollop of chocolate cake on her bare skin, then bent to consume it, his tongue working methodically against her flesh.
Dattu remained silent, watching for a moment before stepping forward to embrace her from the front. His calloused hands settled on her back, drawing her against his naked chest. Devika allowed herself to be enfolded in his arms, feeling the coarse hair tickle her cheek, inhaling the masculine scent of his skin.
With trembling fingers, she took a piece of cake and placed it between her own lips. "Eat," she commanded softly, looking up at Dattu.
His eyes darkened with hunger as he lowered his mouth to hers. His lips claimed the cake and her mouth simultaneously, his tongue pushing the sweet morsel deeper into her mouth. They shared the dessert between them, chocolate dissolving as their tongues intertwined, tasting each other along with the sweetness.
When they finally broke apart, Devika's breathing had grown shallow, her pupils dilated with desire. "Can we..." she hesitated, glancing between them. "Can we do this one after another? I feel a little uncomfortable having two men at the same time."
Dattu's weathered hand cupped her chin. "You will like it," he assured her, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "Two men giving you attention simultaneously." Without waiting for her response, he claimed her lips again, his kiss more demanding than before.
Behind her, Vishnu's hands moved to the tuck of her saree at her waist. With practiced ease, he loosened the fabric, letting it fall away to reveal her navel. The cool air against her exposed skin made Devika moan into Dattu's mouth, the sound muffled by his persistent kisses.
Vishnu's fingers traced the contours of her navel, exploring its depth with deliberate pressure. "Sexy deep navel, Mom," he murmured appreciatively, his touch sending shivers up her spine.
"Ah, Vishnu," Devika gasped against Dattu's lips, never breaking their kiss. The dual sensations—Dattu's mouth demanding her attention while Vishnu's fingers played across her sensitive midriff—sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Suddenly impatient, Vishnu stepped away from her back, watching as Devika and Dattu remained locked in their passionate embrace. Unable to contain himself, he reached forward and pulled her away from his father. Their lips separated with an audible sound, a glistening strand of saliva connecting them momentarily before breaking.
Before Devika could catch her breath, Vishnu captured her mouth with his own. The difference was immediate—where Dattu's kiss had been rough and experienced, Vishnu's was eager and demanding, his youthful energy evident in the urgency of his touch.
A strange thrill coursed through Devika as she tasted the mingled flavors of both men on her lips. Father and son, their kisses as different as their personalities, yet both igniting desires she'd long suppressed.
"Sexy Mom," Vishnu moaned against her mouth, his hands gripping her hips. "Call me son," he pleaded between kisses. "Please."
Devika shook her head slightly, unwilling to cross that particular boundary. But Vishnu's hands moved lower, pressing firmly against the curve of her buttocks, kneading the flesh through her saree with insistent pressure.
The sensation broke her resolve. "Son," she whispered against his lips, the forbidden word sending a shameful thrill through her body. "Love your mom. Make her happy."
Dattu, growing impatient with waiting, suddenly pulled Devika away from Vishnu. "Let me finish what I started with your mom," he growled. Once again, their lips separated with a wet sound, a glistening thread connecting them momentarily.
Without giving her time to breathe, Dattu reclaimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, his arms encircling her possessively. Vishnu, undeterred, moved behind her again, his chest pressing against her back as his arms encircled her waist.
"Looks like Father can't stop kissing your sexy lips," Vishnu whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"Yes," Devika moaned into Dattu's mouth, the word barely intelligible as his tongue explored her depths.
Vishnu's hands squeezed her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Such sexy hips," he murmured, massaging her midriff with increasing pressure.
Devika groaned into Dattu's mouth, the slight pain of Vishnu's grip adding a sharp edge to her pleasure. Emboldened by her response, Vishnu slowly moved his hands upward, until they reached the swell of her breasts. Through the fabric of her blouse and the thin material of her bra, his fingers closed around the soft mounds.
The sensation of Vishnu's hands on her breasts sent a flood of moisture between Devika's thighs. She responded by kissing Dattu harder, channeling her arousal into the meeting of their lips.
"Ah," Vishnu moaned, squeezing gently. "These are so firm and soft."
Father and son had her completely in their possession now—Dattu consuming her mouth with hungry kisses while Vishnu explored her body from behind. Any thought of resistance had long since evaporated, replaced by a burning need that overwhelmed her sense of propriety. In this moment, she wasn't Professor Devika from Kerala, the dutiful wife abandoned by her husband. She was simply a woman, desired and cherished by two men who saw her not as an exotic curiosity, but as the center of their universe.
Vishnu's grip on her breasts suddenly shifted. His hands withdrew, fingers curling around the edge of her pallu that dbangd over her shoulder. He tugged experimentally, finding it securely pinned. Undeterred, his fingers moved to her shoulder, seeking the small silver safety pin that held the fabric in place.
"Let me," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck as he worked the pin free.
Devika felt the gentle tug as Vishnu pulled her pallu away. Though still locked in Dattu's demanding kiss, she instinctively shifted, creating space for the fabric to fall without breaking their embrace. The lavender chiffon slipped away, pooling at her side like abandoned modesty.
The removal of that barrier changed everything. Dattu groaned against her mouth as her body pressed more intimately against his—her breasts, still covered by her blouse and bra, now directly meeting his bare chest, her waist exposed completely to his wandering hands. The hardness between his legs pressed insistently against her thighs, a rigid reminder of his desire.
Behind her, Vishnu's arousal pressed against the curve of her buttocks, creating a sandwich of masculine need with her caught willingly between. His hands returned to her breasts, this time squeezing with greater force, testing the boundaries of pleasure and pain.
Devika broke away from Dattu's kiss with a sharp gasp, her expression contorted with the intensity of sensation. Their eyes met—hers filled with a mixture of shock and arousal, his dark with unrestrained hunger. After a moment's hesitation, she leaned forward again, reclaiming his mouth with newfound urgency.
"Father is already hard," Vishnu murmured, his voice thick with suggestion. "Let him feel your touch."
He reached for her hands, guiding them downward to the knot of Dattu's dhoti. Under his son's direction, Devika's fingers worked to untie the simple knot. The cotton fabric loosened immediately, and her eyes widened at the realization that Dattu wore nothing underneath. The dhoti fell open, revealing his naked arousal.
Vishnu guided her hands to his father's manhood, wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft. "Show him how you appreciate a real man," he urged.
Devika's soft hands encircled Dattu, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her palm. She ceased kissing him, pulling back slightly to look directly into his eyes as her hand began to move in slow, deliberate strokes. The intimacy of maintaining eye contact while touching him this way sent a shiver down her spine—this was no fumbling encounter in a college toilet but something far more deliberate and meaningful.
Her thumb swept over the tip, exploring the moisture gathered there. Dattu moaned deeply, his weathered face contorting with pleasure at her touch.
"Ah," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "Your hands are so soft."
Behind her, Vishnu grew impatient with the remaining barriers between them. His hands moved to her waist, fingers slipping beneath the tucked edge of her saree. With practiced ease, he loosened the pleats and pulled, unwrapping her like a precious gift. The lavender fabric whispered as it fell, pooling around her feet in a circle of abandoned propriety.
Devika stood before them in just her petticoat and blouse, more exposed than she'd been with any man since her marriage. The cool air against her bare skin raised goosebumps along her arms and legs.
"Dattu," she said with unexpected playfulness, her hand never ceasing its rhythmic movements on his manhood, "your son has stripped his mom." A small smile played at the corners of her mouth, surprising even herself with her boldness.
Dattu's eyes darkened at her words. "Yes," he growled, "no son can control himself when they get a young, sexy mom like you." His hands moved behind her, reaching past Vishnu to grip the firm flesh of her buttocks. His fingers dug into the soft curves, kneading with possessive hunger.
"Do you like my cock?" he asked, his voice rough with need.
Devika nodded, her smile deepening as she continued stroking him. The vulgarity of his question should have shocked her, yet instead it sent a thrill of forbidden excitement through her body.
Vishnu leaned forward, his lips close to his father's ear. "Take off her blouse," he suggested. "See what she's been hiding under those conservative clothes."
Dattu's hands moved to the front of her blouse, fingers trembling slightly as they approached the row of hooks. His eyes sought hers, silently asking permission. Devika's slight smile and almost imperceptible nod were all the encouragement he needed.
With reverent care, he unfastened each hook, revealing more of her skin with each movement. The pale fabric of her bra came into view—simple white cotton, practical rather than seductive. When the last hook gave way, Dattu's eyes widened at the sight of her breasts still contained within the modest undergarment.
"Let me," Vishnu murmured, reaching around to slide the opened blouse from her shoulders. The garment fell away, leaving her upper body covered only by her bra.
"Sexy boobs," Dattu whispered in awe, his hands moving to cup the soft mounds. "Like I've only seen in movies." He squeezed gently, testing their firmness with calloused fingers.
Without warning, he pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her cleavage. The scratch of his beard against her sensitive skin made Devika gasp. Dattu inhaled deeply, as if trying to memorize her scent, then began to lick and suck at the exposed skin above her bra.
"Mmm," Devika moaned, her free hand coming up to cradle the back of his head, encouraging his attention.
Meanwhile, Vishnu had grown impatient with watching. His hands slipped beneath the waistband of her petticoat, fingers delving lower until they encountered the barrier of her panties. Through the thin fabric, he found the center of her pleasure and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles.
The dual assault—Dattu's mouth on her breasts and Vishnu's fingers between her legs—drew a deep moan from Devika's throat. Instinctively, she pressed her buttocks back against Vishnu's arousal, grinding against him in rhythm with his touch.
Emboldened by her response, Vishnu pushed her panties aside, his fingers making direct contact with her most intimate flesh. He found her already slick with desire, her body betraying how much she wanted this forbidden encounter.
Overcome with sensation, Devika raised her arms backward, reaching to grasp Vishnu's head. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she arched her back in pleasure.
The movement exposed her armpits, drawing Dattu's attention away from her cleavage. His eyes fixed on the smooth hollow beneath her raised arm, a surprisingly intimate area he hadn't expected to find so enticing.
"So soft and clean," he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle the sensitive skin. "You Kerala ladies are clean and sexy everywhere."
He buried his face against her armpit, inhaling deeply. "Ah, sexy woman smell," he groaned, the unusual intimacy of the act sending a shiver through Devika's body. No man had ever paid such attention to this part of her before, not even Rajeevan. Dattu moved to her other armpit, giving it the same devoted attention, his lips and tongue exploring the tender flesh with unexpected reverence.
Meanwhile, Vishnu had slipped a finger inside her, beginning a slow, rhythmic penetration that made her knees weaken. A second finger joined the first, stretching her gently as his thumb continued to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves above.
Overwhelmed by the dual sensations—Dattu's mouth on her most unexpected erogenous zone while Vishnu's fingers worked their magic between her thighs—Devika reached for Dattu's face, cradling it between her palms as she pulled him up for a desperate kiss.
"Father and son are making me crazy," she moaned against his lips, her voice thick with desire and disbelief at her own surrender. "I never knew it could feel like this."
Her words seemed to ignite something primal in both men. Dattu kissed her with renewed hunger while Vishnu's fingers moved faster, deeper, curling inside her to find the spot that made her gasp into Dattu's mouth. Father and son worked in perfect harmony, as if they'd planned this seduction for years rather than days.
In this moment, caught between their bodies and their desire, Devika surrendered completely to sensation. All thoughts of propriety, of her role as teacher, of her marriage to the distant, unfaithful Rajeevan—all dissolved in the heat of their combined attention. Here, in this small apartment with its blinking colored lights and half-eaten birthday cake, she became simply a woman—desired, worshipped, and finally, thoroughly claimed by the mechanic and his son.
Dattu reached for her hand, his weathered fingers trembling slightly. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "This was wrong of us. We trapped you, put you in this situation..."
To his surprise, Devika laughed—a low, knowing sound that stopped his apology mid-sentence. She adjusted her saree where Vishnu had loosened it, but made no move to leave.
"I'm not a small girl who doesn't understand your motives," she said, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. "I knew what this was when Vishnu called me for your 'birthday.' Did you think I was that naive?"
Vishnu's eyes widened. "You knew?"
"Of course I knew." Devika's gaze moved between them, unflinching. "Your son has had his eyes on me from the first day of class. He took me into the boys' toilet twice. I..." she paused, then continued boldly, "I pleasured him with my mouth. And with you—" her eyes locked with Dattu's, "I drank alcohol for the first time and kissed you willingly. Did you really think I couldn't see your intentions?"
Father and son exchanged stunned glances.
"Then why did you come?" Dattu asked finally, confusion evident in his furrowed brow.
Something shifted in Devika's expression—vulnerability briefly replacing confidence before hardening into resolve. "Perhaps I wanted to be trapped."
"Thank you," Vishnu whispered, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, revealing his lean torso. "For being honest."
Beside him, Dattu stood shirtless, the contrast between their bodies striking—the son's smooth, youthful skin against the father's weathered, hair-covered chest.
"Father," Vishnu said, his voice eager, "make Mom happy. Help her forget that worthless husband Rajeevan."
Devika's expression tightened. "Don't call me Mom," she said firmly. "I'm your teacher. Thinking of a son doing... this... with his mother feels wrong."
Vishnu moved behind her again, his hands finding her waist. "But it will be more fun," he whispered against her ear. "Enjoying my favorite teacher while imagining her as a young, sexy mom." His lips brushed her earlobe. "A woman with her husband and son."
Before Devika could protest further, Vishnu's fingers slid through her hair, pulling it gently to expose the curve of her shoulder. With deliberate slowness, he placed a dollop of chocolate cake on her bare skin, then bent to consume it, his tongue working methodically against her flesh.
Dattu remained silent, watching for a moment before stepping forward to embrace her from the front. His calloused hands settled on her back, drawing her against his naked chest. Devika allowed herself to be enfolded in his arms, feeling the coarse hair tickle her cheek, inhaling the masculine scent of his skin.
With trembling fingers, she took a piece of cake and placed it between her own lips. "Eat," she commanded softly, looking up at Dattu.
His eyes darkened with hunger as he lowered his mouth to hers. His lips claimed the cake and her mouth simultaneously, his tongue pushing the sweet morsel deeper into her mouth. They shared the dessert between them, chocolate dissolving as their tongues intertwined, tasting each other along with the sweetness.
When they finally broke apart, Devika's breathing had grown shallow, her pupils dilated with desire. "Can we..." she hesitated, glancing between them. "Can we do this one after another? I feel a little uncomfortable having two men at the same time."
Dattu's weathered hand cupped her chin. "You will like it," he assured her, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "Two men giving you attention simultaneously." Without waiting for her response, he claimed her lips again, his kiss more demanding than before.
Behind her, Vishnu's hands moved to the tuck of her saree at her waist. With practiced ease, he loosened the fabric, letting it fall away to reveal her navel. The cool air against her exposed skin made Devika moan into Dattu's mouth, the sound muffled by his persistent kisses.
Vishnu's fingers traced the contours of her navel, exploring its depth with deliberate pressure. "Sexy deep navel, Mom," he murmured appreciatively, his touch sending shivers up her spine.
"Ah, Vishnu," Devika gasped against Dattu's lips, never breaking their kiss. The dual sensations—Dattu's mouth demanding her attention while Vishnu's fingers played across her sensitive midriff—sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Suddenly impatient, Vishnu stepped away from her back, watching as Devika and Dattu remained locked in their passionate embrace. Unable to contain himself, he reached forward and pulled her away from his father. Their lips separated with an audible sound, a glistening strand of saliva connecting them momentarily before breaking.
Before Devika could catch her breath, Vishnu captured her mouth with his own. The difference was immediate—where Dattu's kiss had been rough and experienced, Vishnu's was eager and demanding, his youthful energy evident in the urgency of his touch.
A strange thrill coursed through Devika as she tasted the mingled flavors of both men on her lips. Father and son, their kisses as different as their personalities, yet both igniting desires she'd long suppressed.
"Sexy Mom," Vishnu moaned against her mouth, his hands gripping her hips. "Call me son," he pleaded between kisses. "Please."
Devika shook her head slightly, unwilling to cross that particular boundary. But Vishnu's hands moved lower, pressing firmly against the curve of her buttocks, kneading the flesh through her saree with insistent pressure.
The sensation broke her resolve. "Son," she whispered against his lips, the forbidden word sending a shameful thrill through her body. "Love your mom. Make her happy."
Dattu, growing impatient with waiting, suddenly pulled Devika away from Vishnu. "Let me finish what I started with your mom," he growled. Once again, their lips separated with a wet sound, a glistening thread connecting them momentarily.
Without giving her time to breathe, Dattu reclaimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, his arms encircling her possessively. Vishnu, undeterred, moved behind her again, his chest pressing against her back as his arms encircled her waist.
"Looks like Father can't stop kissing your sexy lips," Vishnu whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"Yes," Devika moaned into Dattu's mouth, the word barely intelligible as his tongue explored her depths.
Vishnu's hands squeezed her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Such sexy hips," he murmured, massaging her midriff with increasing pressure.
Devika groaned into Dattu's mouth, the slight pain of Vishnu's grip adding a sharp edge to her pleasure. Emboldened by her response, Vishnu slowly moved his hands upward, until they reached the swell of her breasts. Through the fabric of her blouse and the thin material of her bra, his fingers closed around the soft mounds.
The sensation of Vishnu's hands on her breasts sent a flood of moisture between Devika's thighs. She responded by kissing Dattu harder, channeling her arousal into the meeting of their lips.
"Ah," Vishnu moaned, squeezing gently. "These are so firm and soft."
Father and son had her completely in their possession now—Dattu consuming her mouth with hungry kisses while Vishnu explored her body from behind. Any thought of resistance had long since evaporated, replaced by a burning need that overwhelmed her sense of propriety. In this moment, she wasn't Professor Devika from Kerala, the dutiful wife abandoned by her husband. She was simply a woman, desired and cherished by two men who saw her not as an exotic curiosity, but as the center of their universe.
Vishnu's grip on her breasts suddenly shifted. His hands withdrew, fingers curling around the edge of her pallu that dbangd over her shoulder. He tugged experimentally, finding it securely pinned. Undeterred, his fingers moved to her shoulder, seeking the small silver safety pin that held the fabric in place.
"Let me," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck as he worked the pin free.
Devika felt the gentle tug as Vishnu pulled her pallu away. Though still locked in Dattu's demanding kiss, she instinctively shifted, creating space for the fabric to fall without breaking their embrace. The lavender chiffon slipped away, pooling at her side like abandoned modesty.
The removal of that barrier changed everything. Dattu groaned against her mouth as her body pressed more intimately against his—her breasts, still covered by her blouse and bra, now directly meeting his bare chest, her waist exposed completely to his wandering hands. The hardness between his legs pressed insistently against her thighs, a rigid reminder of his desire.
Behind her, Vishnu's arousal pressed against the curve of her buttocks, creating a sandwich of masculine need with her caught willingly between. His hands returned to her breasts, this time squeezing with greater force, testing the boundaries of pleasure and pain.
Devika broke away from Dattu's kiss with a sharp gasp, her expression contorted with the intensity of sensation. Their eyes met—hers filled with a mixture of shock and arousal, his dark with unrestrained hunger. After a moment's hesitation, she leaned forward again, reclaiming his mouth with newfound urgency.
"Father is already hard," Vishnu murmured, his voice thick with suggestion. "Let him feel your touch."
He reached for her hands, guiding them downward to the knot of Dattu's dhoti. Under his son's direction, Devika's fingers worked to untie the simple knot. The cotton fabric loosened immediately, and her eyes widened at the realization that Dattu wore nothing underneath. The dhoti fell open, revealing his naked arousal.
Vishnu guided her hands to his father's manhood, wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft. "Show him how you appreciate a real man," he urged.
Devika's soft hands encircled Dattu, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her palm. She ceased kissing him, pulling back slightly to look directly into his eyes as her hand began to move in slow, deliberate strokes. The intimacy of maintaining eye contact while touching him this way sent a shiver down her spine—this was no fumbling encounter in a college toilet but something far more deliberate and meaningful.
Her thumb swept over the tip, exploring the moisture gathered there. Dattu moaned deeply, his weathered face contorting with pleasure at her touch.
"Ah," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "Your hands are so soft."
Behind her, Vishnu grew impatient with the remaining barriers between them. His hands moved to her waist, fingers slipping beneath the tucked edge of her saree. With practiced ease, he loosened the pleats and pulled, unwrapping her like a precious gift. The lavender fabric whispered as it fell, pooling around her feet in a circle of abandoned propriety.
Devika stood before them in just her petticoat and blouse, more exposed than she'd been with any man since her marriage. The cool air against her bare skin raised goosebumps along her arms and legs.
"Dattu," she said with unexpected playfulness, her hand never ceasing its rhythmic movements on his manhood, "your son has stripped his mom." A small smile played at the corners of her mouth, surprising even herself with her boldness.
Dattu's eyes darkened at her words. "Yes," he growled, "no son can control himself when they get a young, sexy mom like you." His hands moved behind her, reaching past Vishnu to grip the firm flesh of her buttocks. His fingers dug into the soft curves, kneading with possessive hunger.
"Do you like my cock?" he asked, his voice rough with need.
Devika nodded, her smile deepening as she continued stroking him. The vulgarity of his question should have shocked her, yet instead it sent a thrill of forbidden excitement through her body.
Vishnu leaned forward, his lips close to his father's ear. "Take off her blouse," he suggested. "See what she's been hiding under those conservative clothes."
Dattu's hands moved to the front of her blouse, fingers trembling slightly as they approached the row of hooks. His eyes sought hers, silently asking permission. Devika's slight smile and almost imperceptible nod were all the encouragement he needed.
With reverent care, he unfastened each hook, revealing more of her skin with each movement. The pale fabric of her bra came into view—simple white cotton, practical rather than seductive. When the last hook gave way, Dattu's eyes widened at the sight of her breasts still contained within the modest undergarment.
"Let me," Vishnu murmured, reaching around to slide the opened blouse from her shoulders. The garment fell away, leaving her upper body covered only by her bra.
"Sexy boobs," Dattu whispered in awe, his hands moving to cup the soft mounds. "Like I've only seen in movies." He squeezed gently, testing their firmness with calloused fingers.
Without warning, he pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her cleavage. The scratch of his beard against her sensitive skin made Devika gasp. Dattu inhaled deeply, as if trying to memorize her scent, then began to lick and suck at the exposed skin above her bra.
"Mmm," Devika moaned, her free hand coming up to cradle the back of his head, encouraging his attention.
Meanwhile, Vishnu had grown impatient with watching. His hands slipped beneath the waistband of her petticoat, fingers delving lower until they encountered the barrier of her panties. Through the thin fabric, he found the center of her pleasure and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles.
The dual assault—Dattu's mouth on her breasts and Vishnu's fingers between her legs—drew a deep moan from Devika's throat. Instinctively, she pressed her buttocks back against Vishnu's arousal, grinding against him in rhythm with his touch.
Emboldened by her response, Vishnu pushed her panties aside, his fingers making direct contact with her most intimate flesh. He found her already slick with desire, her body betraying how much she wanted this forbidden encounter.
Overcome with sensation, Devika raised her arms backward, reaching to grasp Vishnu's head. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she arched her back in pleasure.
The movement exposed her armpits, drawing Dattu's attention away from her cleavage. His eyes fixed on the smooth hollow beneath her raised arm, a surprisingly intimate area he hadn't expected to find so enticing.
"So soft and clean," he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle the sensitive skin. "You Kerala ladies are clean and sexy everywhere."
He buried his face against her armpit, inhaling deeply. "Ah, sexy woman smell," he groaned, the unusual intimacy of the act sending a shiver through Devika's body. No man had ever paid such attention to this part of her before, not even Rajeevan. Dattu moved to her other armpit, giving it the same devoted attention, his lips and tongue exploring the tender flesh with unexpected reverence.
Meanwhile, Vishnu had slipped a finger inside her, beginning a slow, rhythmic penetration that made her knees weaken. A second finger joined the first, stretching her gently as his thumb continued to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves above.
Overwhelmed by the dual sensations—Dattu's mouth on her most unexpected erogenous zone while Vishnu's fingers worked their magic between her thighs—Devika reached for Dattu's face, cradling it between her palms as she pulled him up for a desperate kiss.
"Father and son are making me crazy," she moaned against his lips, her voice thick with desire and disbelief at her own surrender. "I never knew it could feel like this."
Her words seemed to ignite something primal in both men. Dattu kissed her with renewed hunger while Vishnu's fingers moved faster, deeper, curling inside her to find the spot that made her gasp into Dattu's mouth. Father and son worked in perfect harmony, as if they'd planned this seduction for years rather than days.
In this moment, caught between their bodies and their desire, Devika surrendered completely to sensation. All thoughts of propriety, of her role as teacher, of her marriage to the distant, unfaithful Rajeevan—all dissolved in the heat of their combined attention. Here, in this small apartment with its blinking colored lights and half-eaten birthday cake, she became simply a woman—desired, worshipped, and finally, thoroughly claimed by the mechanic and his son.
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