12-12-2025, 05:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 13-12-2025, 03:54 AM by ashuezy2. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Scene 25
I led the way. Sonu followed close behind, he was nervous, breathing through his mouth, but the promise of what awaited him pushed him forward. We were inside. The door to my parents' bedroom was open. The sound of the water was louder here.
We stopped at the threshold of the bathroom. Mom inside it—curvaceous, and completely unaware.
Mom was singing softly to herself, scrubbing under the hot shower.
Sonu stood next to me. He stared at me, his hands twitching at his sides. He looked at me for confirmation.
"She is waiting for you inside," I whispered, leaning close to his ear. "She wants you to take her. No talking. Just action."
Sonu reached for the door handle.
"Wait," I commanded softly.
He froze.
"You can't go in dressed like a driver," I said.
I walked behind him. I stood at his back. He didn't move. He let me take control.
I reached for the buttons of his white safari shirt. Pop. Pop. Pop. I undid them one by one. I peeled the stiff fabric down his arms. His skin was warm, damp with nervous sweat. He had a runner’s build—lean muscle and tanned skin.
I tossed the shirt to the floor.
Next, the belt. Click. The metal buckle undone. I unzipped his white trousers. The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet room. "Step out," I ordered.
He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the trousers. He wasn't wearing underwear. He was already hard, his erection bobbing eagerly, ready for the service he was to provide.
He stood there, naked and trembling with adrenaline, framed by the bathroom door.
"Go," I whispered, giving him a gentle push on his bare back.
Sonu took a deep breath. He pushed the door open fully, it wasn't locked.
He stepped onto the tiled floor. I stayed in the bedroom, watching my mother’s "rough hand" where she was naked and waiting—she just didn't know it yet.
Sonu didn't hesitate. I had stripped him of his uniform and his fear. He was just a man now, walking toward a woman he had been in the back of a Mercedes, believing she had summoned him for more.
He reached inside. She was facing the wall, her head tilted back, letting the water run over her face. She was humming a tune, scrubbing her neck with a loofah.
There was change in air pressure in the bathroom.
Mom didn't hear the door open over the roar of the water. She only reacted when Sonu stepped closer, blocking the spray.
She wiped her eyes and spun around.
"Rajesh?" she began, thinking it was my father coming home early.
But it wasn't Rajesh. It was the young, hard body of her driver, standing inches from her, water sluicing down his chest.
"Sonu?" she gasped, her eyes going wide. She covered her breasts instinctively with her hands. "What are you—"
Sonu didn't let her finish. He remembered my lie: She is waiting for you.
He grabbed her wrists. He pulled her hands away from her chest, pinning them against the wet tile wall.
"You called for me, Madam," he growled, water dripping from his nose. "Don't be shy now."
Mom stared at him. For a split second, there was fear. Then, confusion.
Then, she looked past his shoulder, she saw me.
I was standing in the doorway, watching them. I didn't look away. I nodded slowly.
Mom’s eyes locked onto mine. She realized instantly what I had done. I had brought her the toy she played with in the dark. I had brought the "roughness" into her sanctuary.
A slow, wicked smile spread across her wet face. The fear vanished, replaced by that dark hunger I knew so well.
"You bad girl," she mouthed at me.
Then, she turned her attention back to Sonu. She didn't push him away. She leaned into him.
"I called, did I?" she purred, pressing her wet breasts against his chest. "Then why are you just standing there, Driver? Drive."
Sonu didn't need to be told twice. He kissed her hard, mashing her lips against her teeth. He spun her around, slamming her front against the tile wall.
Slap.
The sound of wet skin hitting wet tile echoed in the bathroom.
He grabbed her hips. The water made everything slick. He didn't need spit today. He rubbed his cock against her wet asscheeks, teasing the entrance.
"Open up," he commanded.
Mom spread her legs wide, bracing her feet against the sides of the cubicle.
He thrust forward.
"Ahhh!" Mom screamed, her voice echoing off the marble.
He slid deep inside her in one smooth motion. The water washed over them as he began to pound her, his hands gripping her waist to keep from slipping.
I watched the show. I watched my mother’s head fall forward, her forehead resting against the tiles, moaning as the servant she paid to drive car claimed her body in her own shower.
I watched the way her back arched. I watched Sonu’s muscles flex as he hammered into her.
I moved my hand down to my jeans. I rubbed myself through the denim.
With all the pleasure my mom was getting, I couldn't just watch anymore. The heat coming off them was magnetic. I felt heavy, and desperate to be part of the wet, slippery mess they had created.
I pushed off the doorframe. My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled it over my head and threw it onto the dry bathroom floor. Next, I unbuttoned my jeans. I kicked them off, hopping on one foot, eager to be free of them.
I stood naked in the bathroom, the cool air hitting my skin, waiting to be warmed by the spray.
I walked closer, Water splashed onto my feet.
"Mom," I whispered, stepping into the cubicle.
It was tight. Three people in a shower meant skin was touching skin everywhere. Sonu froze mid-thrust, sensing my presence. Mom turned her head, her hair plastered to her face, her eyes wild and unfocused.
She saw me. Naked. Ready.
She didn't tell me to leave. She smiled—a welcoming, primal smile. She tapped Sonu on the shoulder.
"Stop," she commanded him.
Sonu pulled out. Pop.
Mom turned fully to face me. Water ran down her breasts, over her stomach. She reached out and took my hands. Her palms were warm and wet.
"Ananya?" she asked softly, searching my face.
I squeezed her hands. My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard I thought it would crack.
"I saw you," I choked out, my voice barely audible over the shower. "I saw how it felt. I want to be inside, Mom. In that feeling."
I looked at Sonu, who was standing against the wall, confused but visibly aroused by the sight of the daughter joining the mother.
I looked back at Mom. Tears pricked my eyes, mixing with the shower spray.
"I am still a virgin, Mom," I confessed. "Saloni... that was just playing. But this... a man... I haven't done this."
I took a deep breath. "This will be my first time. And I want you to be here."
Mom’s expression softened. The lust in her eyes turned into a fierce, protective maternal instinct—but twisted to fit our new reality. She wasn't going to stop me; she was going to facilitate it.
"My brave girl," she whispered, kissing my wet forehead. "Don't be scared. I am right here."
She turned me around. She placed my hands against the wet tile wall, right where hers had been moments ago.
"Arch your back," she instructed, her voice calm and authoritative. "Spread your legs. Let the water relax you."
I obeyed. I spread my legs wide. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and incredibly powerful.
Mom looked at Sonu. She nodded at him.
"Sonu," she said, her voice sharp. "Be gentle. It is her first time. you do it slowly. Understand?"
"Yes, Madam," Sonu whispered, his voice thick.
He stepped behind me. I felt his hot body press against my back. I felt his hardness nudge against my opening.
I flinched.
"Breathe, Ananya," Mom said. She moved to stand in front of me, avoiding the direct spray. She placed her hands on my cheeks, locking eyes with me. "Look at me. Don't look down. Just look at Mom."
"Okay," I gasped.
"Push," Mom commanded Sonu.
I felt him enter. It hurt. A sharp, tearing pain that made me cry out.
"Ahhh! Mom!"
"Shhh," Mom cooed, stroking my hair. "It’s okay. The pain is just the door opening. Let him in."
Sonu pushed past the resistance. He filled me completely. It felt massive, foreign, and overwhelming.
"That's it," Mom whispered, smiling as she saw the change in my eyes—the moment the pain faded and the fullness took over. "Now move with him."
Sonu began to move, slow and steady, respecting the order.
I looked at my mother while a stranger fucked me in our shower. I saw my own reflection in her eyes. I wasn't the good student anymore. I wasn't the innocent daughter. I was a woman who had crossed the line, guided by the one person who should have stopped me.
"Good girl," Mom purred, leaning in to kiss me on the lips as I moaned into her mouth. "Welcome to the real world."
Sonu was moving slowly, In. Out. In. Out. It was a thick, stretching sensation. I gripped my mother’s forearms, my nails digging into her wet skin.
"Just breathe," Mom whispered, her eyes locked on mine. "Feel him. He is filling the space that was empty."
I closed my eyes for a second, focusing on the friction. The pain was gone. In its place, a strange, electric heat began to spread from my center. It wasn't just the invasion; it was the power. I had a man inside me, a servant doing my bidding, and my mother watching with pride.
I opened my eyes. The water blurred my vision, making Mom look divine. I felt a surge of emotion—not shame, not regret, but an overwhelming gratitude. She hadn't hidden me away; she had invited me into her secret garden.
"Mom," I gasped, stepping out of the girlhood I had just lost.
I leaned forward and kissed her wet cheek.
"I love you," I whispered fiercely into her ear. "Thank you for showing me."
Mom smiled, her eyes glistening. She brushed a wet strand of hair from my forehead. "I love you too, beta. My wild girl."
But the slow rhythm wasn't enough anymore. The hunger I had inherited from her woke up. I didn't want gentle. I didn't want careful. I remembered the way she described the motorbike—the vibration, the roughness. I wanted that.
I looked at Mom, my eyes pleading and dark.
"Mom," I panted, my hips bucking slightly back against Sonu. "Tell him to move faster now. I want to feel it hard."
Mom’s smile widened into a wicked grin. She looked over my shoulder at the driver.
"You heard her," she barked, her voice cutting through the noise of the shower. "Stop treating her like this, Sonu. Drive her faster."
Sonu grunted. He tightened his grip on my hips.
He slammed into me.
Slap.
"Oh!" I cried out, my head thrown back.
He started pumping into me with the same ferocity I had seen him use on my mother.
Thrust. Slap. Thrust. Slap.
My body shook with every impact. My breasts bounced against my mother’s chest as I was pushed forward. The water splashed violently around us.
"Yes!" Mom encouraged, watching the connection point between my legs. "Take it, Ananya! Let him break you in!"
I moaned loud and uninhibited, the sound mixing with the water. I wasn't thinking anymore. I was just feeling. The steam, the sweat, the hard cock inside me, and my mother’s hands holding me up as I learned exactly what it meant to be a woman in this house.
I looked at Mom. She was watching Sonu pound me with a look of pure, vicarious pleasure. Her lips were parted, her chest heaving as if she were the one being taken. Water cascaded down her face, making her eyelashes clump together.
I felt a surge of need that had nothing to do with the man behind me. He was just a body. She was the connection. I remembered the taste of her tongue from the bedroom rug. I remembered the way she held me.
I didn't want to just be watched. I wanted to be shared.
I reached out with wet, trembling hands and grabbed her shoulders. I dug my fingers into her skin.
"Mom," I gasped, timing my words between Sonu’s thrusts.
She focused on me, her eyes dark and dilated.
"I want you now," I begged.
I pulled her towards me. "Don't just watch. Come here."
Mom didn't hesitate. She stepped into the space between me and the wall. She pressed her naked, wet body against my front.
I was sandwiched.
Behind me, the driver was hammering into my virginity. In front of me, my mother was pressing her soft breasts against mine, her nipples hardening against my own.
She leaned in and crashed her mouth onto mine.
It wasn't a motherly kiss. It was hungry. She devoured me. Her tongue swept into my mouth, tasting the shower water and my own desperation. I moaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through both of our bodies.
It was sensory overload.
"Mmmph!" I cried out, breaking the kiss to gasp for air.
Mom moved her head down. She started kissing my neck, biting gently on my wet skin. She moved lower, licking the water off my chest.
"Yes!" I screamed as Sonu hit a deep spot. "Mom, please!"
Mom reached down. Her hand slid between our bodies. She found my clit, slippery and swollen.
She started rubbing me, matching Sonu’s rhythm.
"Come for me, Ananya," she whispered against my breast. "Come for us."
That was it. The combination of the penetration, her hand, and her lips on my skin sent me over the edge.
My legs shook violently. I clamped down on Sonu.
"Oh god! I'm coming!"
I exploded. My vision went white. I clung to my mother, sobbing with pleasure as the orgasm ripped through me, while behind me, Sonu groaned and poured himself deep inside, sealing the act.
We stood there for a some time, three wet bodies tangled together, breathing the same steam, after which Sonu picked up his clothes and left.
![[Image: wV5AXAzL_o.gif]](https://images2.imgbox.com/e0/0c/wV5AXAzL_o.gif)
I led the way. Sonu followed close behind, he was nervous, breathing through his mouth, but the promise of what awaited him pushed him forward. We were inside. The door to my parents' bedroom was open. The sound of the water was louder here.
We stopped at the threshold of the bathroom. Mom inside it—curvaceous, and completely unaware.
Mom was singing softly to herself, scrubbing under the hot shower.
Sonu stood next to me. He stared at me, his hands twitching at his sides. He looked at me for confirmation.
"She is waiting for you inside," I whispered, leaning close to his ear. "She wants you to take her. No talking. Just action."
Sonu reached for the door handle.
"Wait," I commanded softly.
He froze.
"You can't go in dressed like a driver," I said.
I walked behind him. I stood at his back. He didn't move. He let me take control.
I reached for the buttons of his white safari shirt. Pop. Pop. Pop. I undid them one by one. I peeled the stiff fabric down his arms. His skin was warm, damp with nervous sweat. He had a runner’s build—lean muscle and tanned skin.
I tossed the shirt to the floor.
Next, the belt. Click. The metal buckle undone. I unzipped his white trousers. The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet room. "Step out," I ordered.
He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the trousers. He wasn't wearing underwear. He was already hard, his erection bobbing eagerly, ready for the service he was to provide.
He stood there, naked and trembling with adrenaline, framed by the bathroom door.
"Go," I whispered, giving him a gentle push on his bare back.
Sonu took a deep breath. He pushed the door open fully, it wasn't locked.
He stepped onto the tiled floor. I stayed in the bedroom, watching my mother’s "rough hand" where she was naked and waiting—she just didn't know it yet.
Sonu didn't hesitate. I had stripped him of his uniform and his fear. He was just a man now, walking toward a woman he had been in the back of a Mercedes, believing she had summoned him for more.
He reached inside. She was facing the wall, her head tilted back, letting the water run over her face. She was humming a tune, scrubbing her neck with a loofah.
There was change in air pressure in the bathroom.
Mom didn't hear the door open over the roar of the water. She only reacted when Sonu stepped closer, blocking the spray.
She wiped her eyes and spun around.
"Rajesh?" she began, thinking it was my father coming home early.
But it wasn't Rajesh. It was the young, hard body of her driver, standing inches from her, water sluicing down his chest.
"Sonu?" she gasped, her eyes going wide. She covered her breasts instinctively with her hands. "What are you—"
Sonu didn't let her finish. He remembered my lie: She is waiting for you.
He grabbed her wrists. He pulled her hands away from her chest, pinning them against the wet tile wall.
"You called for me, Madam," he growled, water dripping from his nose. "Don't be shy now."
Mom stared at him. For a split second, there was fear. Then, confusion.
Then, she looked past his shoulder, she saw me.
I was standing in the doorway, watching them. I didn't look away. I nodded slowly.
Mom’s eyes locked onto mine. She realized instantly what I had done. I had brought her the toy she played with in the dark. I had brought the "roughness" into her sanctuary.
A slow, wicked smile spread across her wet face. The fear vanished, replaced by that dark hunger I knew so well.
"You bad girl," she mouthed at me.
Then, she turned her attention back to Sonu. She didn't push him away. She leaned into him.
"I called, did I?" she purred, pressing her wet breasts against his chest. "Then why are you just standing there, Driver? Drive."
Sonu didn't need to be told twice. He kissed her hard, mashing her lips against her teeth. He spun her around, slamming her front against the tile wall.
Slap.
The sound of wet skin hitting wet tile echoed in the bathroom.
He grabbed her hips. The water made everything slick. He didn't need spit today. He rubbed his cock against her wet asscheeks, teasing the entrance.
"Open up," he commanded.
Mom spread her legs wide, bracing her feet against the sides of the cubicle.
He thrust forward.
"Ahhh!" Mom screamed, her voice echoing off the marble.
He slid deep inside her in one smooth motion. The water washed over them as he began to pound her, his hands gripping her waist to keep from slipping.
I watched the show. I watched my mother’s head fall forward, her forehead resting against the tiles, moaning as the servant she paid to drive car claimed her body in her own shower.
I watched the way her back arched. I watched Sonu’s muscles flex as he hammered into her.
I moved my hand down to my jeans. I rubbed myself through the denim.
With all the pleasure my mom was getting, I couldn't just watch anymore. The heat coming off them was magnetic. I felt heavy, and desperate to be part of the wet, slippery mess they had created.
I pushed off the doorframe. My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled it over my head and threw it onto the dry bathroom floor. Next, I unbuttoned my jeans. I kicked them off, hopping on one foot, eager to be free of them.
I stood naked in the bathroom, the cool air hitting my skin, waiting to be warmed by the spray.
I walked closer, Water splashed onto my feet.
"Mom," I whispered, stepping into the cubicle.
It was tight. Three people in a shower meant skin was touching skin everywhere. Sonu froze mid-thrust, sensing my presence. Mom turned her head, her hair plastered to her face, her eyes wild and unfocused.
She saw me. Naked. Ready.
She didn't tell me to leave. She smiled—a welcoming, primal smile. She tapped Sonu on the shoulder.
"Stop," she commanded him.
Sonu pulled out. Pop.
Mom turned fully to face me. Water ran down her breasts, over her stomach. She reached out and took my hands. Her palms were warm and wet.
"Ananya?" she asked softly, searching my face.
I squeezed her hands. My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard I thought it would crack.
"I saw you," I choked out, my voice barely audible over the shower. "I saw how it felt. I want to be inside, Mom. In that feeling."
I looked at Sonu, who was standing against the wall, confused but visibly aroused by the sight of the daughter joining the mother.
I looked back at Mom. Tears pricked my eyes, mixing with the shower spray.
"I am still a virgin, Mom," I confessed. "Saloni... that was just playing. But this... a man... I haven't done this."
I took a deep breath. "This will be my first time. And I want you to be here."
Mom’s expression softened. The lust in her eyes turned into a fierce, protective maternal instinct—but twisted to fit our new reality. She wasn't going to stop me; she was going to facilitate it.
"My brave girl," she whispered, kissing my wet forehead. "Don't be scared. I am right here."
She turned me around. She placed my hands against the wet tile wall, right where hers had been moments ago.
"Arch your back," she instructed, her voice calm and authoritative. "Spread your legs. Let the water relax you."
I obeyed. I spread my legs wide. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and incredibly powerful.
Mom looked at Sonu. She nodded at him.
"Sonu," she said, her voice sharp. "Be gentle. It is her first time. you do it slowly. Understand?"
"Yes, Madam," Sonu whispered, his voice thick.
He stepped behind me. I felt his hot body press against my back. I felt his hardness nudge against my opening.
I flinched.
"Breathe, Ananya," Mom said. She moved to stand in front of me, avoiding the direct spray. She placed her hands on my cheeks, locking eyes with me. "Look at me. Don't look down. Just look at Mom."
"Okay," I gasped.
"Push," Mom commanded Sonu.
I felt him enter. It hurt. A sharp, tearing pain that made me cry out.
"Ahhh! Mom!"
"Shhh," Mom cooed, stroking my hair. "It’s okay. The pain is just the door opening. Let him in."
Sonu pushed past the resistance. He filled me completely. It felt massive, foreign, and overwhelming.
"That's it," Mom whispered, smiling as she saw the change in my eyes—the moment the pain faded and the fullness took over. "Now move with him."
Sonu began to move, slow and steady, respecting the order.
I looked at my mother while a stranger fucked me in our shower. I saw my own reflection in her eyes. I wasn't the good student anymore. I wasn't the innocent daughter. I was a woman who had crossed the line, guided by the one person who should have stopped me.
"Good girl," Mom purred, leaning in to kiss me on the lips as I moaned into her mouth. "Welcome to the real world."
Sonu was moving slowly, In. Out. In. Out. It was a thick, stretching sensation. I gripped my mother’s forearms, my nails digging into her wet skin.
"Just breathe," Mom whispered, her eyes locked on mine. "Feel him. He is filling the space that was empty."
I closed my eyes for a second, focusing on the friction. The pain was gone. In its place, a strange, electric heat began to spread from my center. It wasn't just the invasion; it was the power. I had a man inside me, a servant doing my bidding, and my mother watching with pride.
I opened my eyes. The water blurred my vision, making Mom look divine. I felt a surge of emotion—not shame, not regret, but an overwhelming gratitude. She hadn't hidden me away; she had invited me into her secret garden.
"Mom," I gasped, stepping out of the girlhood I had just lost.
I leaned forward and kissed her wet cheek.
"I love you," I whispered fiercely into her ear. "Thank you for showing me."
Mom smiled, her eyes glistening. She brushed a wet strand of hair from my forehead. "I love you too, beta. My wild girl."
But the slow rhythm wasn't enough anymore. The hunger I had inherited from her woke up. I didn't want gentle. I didn't want careful. I remembered the way she described the motorbike—the vibration, the roughness. I wanted that.
I looked at Mom, my eyes pleading and dark.
"Mom," I panted, my hips bucking slightly back against Sonu. "Tell him to move faster now. I want to feel it hard."
Mom’s smile widened into a wicked grin. She looked over my shoulder at the driver.
"You heard her," she barked, her voice cutting through the noise of the shower. "Stop treating her like this, Sonu. Drive her faster."
Sonu grunted. He tightened his grip on my hips.
He slammed into me.
Slap.
"Oh!" I cried out, my head thrown back.
He started pumping into me with the same ferocity I had seen him use on my mother.
Thrust. Slap. Thrust. Slap.
My body shook with every impact. My breasts bounced against my mother’s chest as I was pushed forward. The water splashed violently around us.
"Yes!" Mom encouraged, watching the connection point between my legs. "Take it, Ananya! Let him break you in!"
I moaned loud and uninhibited, the sound mixing with the water. I wasn't thinking anymore. I was just feeling. The steam, the sweat, the hard cock inside me, and my mother’s hands holding me up as I learned exactly what it meant to be a woman in this house.
I looked at Mom. She was watching Sonu pound me with a look of pure, vicarious pleasure. Her lips were parted, her chest heaving as if she were the one being taken. Water cascaded down her face, making her eyelashes clump together.
I felt a surge of need that had nothing to do with the man behind me. He was just a body. She was the connection. I remembered the taste of her tongue from the bedroom rug. I remembered the way she held me.
I didn't want to just be watched. I wanted to be shared.
I reached out with wet, trembling hands and grabbed her shoulders. I dug my fingers into her skin.
"Mom," I gasped, timing my words between Sonu’s thrusts.
She focused on me, her eyes dark and dilated.
"I want you now," I begged.
I pulled her towards me. "Don't just watch. Come here."
Mom didn't hesitate. She stepped into the space between me and the wall. She pressed her naked, wet body against my front.
I was sandwiched.
Behind me, the driver was hammering into my virginity. In front of me, my mother was pressing her soft breasts against mine, her nipples hardening against my own.
She leaned in and crashed her mouth onto mine.
It wasn't a motherly kiss. It was hungry. She devoured me. Her tongue swept into my mouth, tasting the shower water and my own desperation. I moaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through both of our bodies.
It was sensory overload.
"Mmmph!" I cried out, breaking the kiss to gasp for air.
Mom moved her head down. She started kissing my neck, biting gently on my wet skin. She moved lower, licking the water off my chest.
"Yes!" I screamed as Sonu hit a deep spot. "Mom, please!"
Mom reached down. Her hand slid between our bodies. She found my clit, slippery and swollen.
She started rubbing me, matching Sonu’s rhythm.
"Come for me, Ananya," she whispered against my breast. "Come for us."
That was it. The combination of the penetration, her hand, and her lips on my skin sent me over the edge.
My legs shook violently. I clamped down on Sonu.
"Oh god! I'm coming!"
I exploded. My vision went white. I clung to my mother, sobbing with pleasure as the orgasm ripped through me, while behind me, Sonu groaned and poured himself deep inside, sealing the act.
We stood there for a some time, three wet bodies tangled together, breathing the same steam, after which Sonu picked up his clothes and left.
- PM me for Exclusive content. Stories with full videos for end to end scenes.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)