12-12-2025, 07:39 PM
The shorter thief shoved the tall one away with finality, eyes never leaving my naked body.
The tall thief stumbled back, crowbar clattering uselessly to the floor, face twisted in disbelief and rage.
“You fucking idiot! The money is right there!” he screamed one last time, but his voice cracked, knowing he had lost.
The shorter thief turned fully to me, cock straining against his pants, eyes burning with raw hunger.
I lay back on the double bed, legs spread wide, pussy lips open and glistening, boobs rising with every desperate breath, mangalsutra resting between them like a filthy offering.
“Come… fuck me… the money stays…” I whispered, voice thick with seduction and relief.
He ripped off his shirt, pants dropping, cock springing free—thick, veiny, cock head already leaking.
He climbed onto the bed, grabbed my boobs hard, squeezed my nipples until I gasped, mouth kissing my lips in a sloppy, hungry kiss, filthy lips devouring me, tongue shoving deep.
The tall thief watched, frozen, defeated, as his partner claimed his prize.
The shorter thief broke the kiss, grabbed my mangalsutra, pulled my boobs to his mouth, sucked my left nipple hard, teeth grazing, then the right, leaving them shiny and aching.
I moaned loud, arching my back, “Yes… suck my boobs… they are yours…”
He growled, moved lower, buried his face between my thighs, tongue lapping my pussy lips, sucking my clit hard, shoving inside my pussy like a cock, tasting me raw.
I grabbed his head, ground my pussy against his mouth, “Eat my pussy… make me wet for your cock…”
The tall thief watched, stroking his own cock through his pants now, unable to look away.
The shorter thief rose up, grabbed my ass cheeks, lifted my hips, lined his cock with my pussy lips, and slammed inside in one brutal thrust.
I screamed, pussy stretching wide around his cock, “Yes! Fuck my pussy! Hard!”
The shorter thief pounded me savage, balls slapping my ass cheeks with wet smacks, hands crushing my boobs, fingers twisting my nipples until electric fire shot straight to my clit, pulling my mangalsutra like reins, cock slamming deep into my pussy again and again, stretching my walls, cock head battering my cervix with every brutal thrust.
The bed shook violently, headboard banging the wall in rhythm with his hips.
His rhythm built fast, cock swelling thicker inside me, veins pulsing against my pussy walls, my pussy clenching tighter with every stroke, juices squirting out around his shaft, soaking his balls.
The pleasure coiled like a spring in my belly, my clit throbbing swollen, pussy burning with need.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” I moaned as I was about to cum, the wave rising unstoppable, my whole body tensing, pussy gripping his cock like a vice.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, thick hot jets blasting against my cervix, flooding my womb, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock, my pussy convulsing in violent spasms, squirting hard around his shaft, juices spraying out with every thrust, soaking his balls and the sheets, my legs locking around him, ass cheeks clenching, entire body shaking in blinding waves of pleasure that tore screams from my throat, tears streaming, vision blurring as the orgasm ripped through me like lightning, my pussy milking him dry, pulling every drop of cum from his balls.
He collapsed on me, cock still twitching inside my pussy, breathing ragged, kissing my boobs, whispering, “Mine… your pussy is mine…”
The tall thief stood at the foot of the bed, cock hard in his hand, eyes burning as he watched his partner’s cum drip thick from my pussy lips.
He turned to the shorter thief, voice rough with need, “How was her pussy?”
The shorter thief lifted his head from my boobs, still inside me, cock softening but not pulling out, and answered, voice full of awe, “Best pussy I ever had… so tight… so wet… grips your cock like it never wants to let go… hot inside… milks every drop… you have to feel it…”
The shorter thief kept going, “Her pussy lips hug you perfect… her walls squeeze like a fist… and when she cums… fuck… she floods you… never felt anything like it…”
That was all the tall thief needed.
He climbed onto the bed, pushed the shorter thief off me gently, cock sliding out of my pussy with a wet sound, cum leaking thick down my ass cheeks.
The tall thief grabbed my thighs, spread them wider, looked down at my cum-filled pussy, and said, voice low and commanding, “Promise me the same pleasure you gave him… every moan… every squeeze… every drop of your pussy juice… and we leave without touching your money.”
I looked into his eyes, pussy still throbbing from the first fucking, cum dripping, boobs heaving, mangalsutra sticky with sweat, and answered, desperate but honest, “I promise… I will give you everything… fuck me… feel my pussy… I will make you cum harder than you ever have… just leave the 2 lakhs…”
He nodded, kissed my lips deep, tongue tasting me, then lined his cock with my pussy lips and pushed inside slow.
My pussy, already full of the shorter thief’s cum, welcomed him, walls hugging his cock tight, cum squelching around him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, grabbed his ass cheeks, pulled him deeper, and began giving him everything I promised.
I rode his thrusts, ground my clit against him, clenched my pussy walls around his cock with every stroke, moaned loud and filthy into his ear, “Feel how my pussy squeezes you… all for you… fuck me deep…”
The shorter thief watched, cock hardening again just from the sight, hand rubbing himself slow.
The tall thief groaned, hands crushing my boobs, fingers pinching my nipples raw, cock slamming deeper.
I built the pleasure for him, slow then fast, pussy gripping, releasing, gripping again, milking him exactly as I promised, my clit grinding against his body, waves of heat building again in my belly.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” I moaned as I was about to cum, the fire coiling tighter, my pussy fluttering around his cock, ready to explode.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, thick jets blasting into my already-full womb, mixing with the first load, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock, my pussy convulsing in violent spasms, squirting hard around him, juices spraying out, soaking his balls, my legs locking, ass cheeks clenching, body arching off the bed in blinding ecstasy, tears streaming, every nerve on fire as the orgasm tore through me even stronger than the first, my pussy milking him relentlessly, pulling every drop from his balls.
He collapsed on me, cock pulsing, adding his thick load to the shorter thief’s, filling me so full cum gushed out around his cock and soaked my ass cheeks.
The tall thief pulled out, cock spent, cum dripping from my pussy onto the sheets.
He stood, dressed quickly, looked at the open cupboard, shook his head, and walked out without another word, leaving the money untouched.
The shorter thief stayed, lay beside me, hand gently squeezing my boob, kissing my shoulder.
We two slept together like that, his body entwined with mine, cock softening against my thigh, my pussy still leaking both loads, mangalsutra resting between my boobs.
In the morning, light filtering through the window, the shorter thief woke, kissed my lips soft one last time, whispered, “Your pussy… unforgettable…”
He dressed, glanced at the cupboard, smiled, and left quietly.
I lay alone on the ruined bed, pussy sore, boobs bruised, mangalsutra sticky, cum drying on my body and leaking from my pussy.
I touched the cupboard, felt the 2 lakhs still there, safe.
Tears of triumph rolled down my face.
I had done it.
My son’s fees secure.
My body the weapon.
My pussy the savior.
I would bathe, dress, take the bus to the hostel, hand Varun the money, watch him pay, hug him tight.
He would never know what his mother gave to keep his future safe.
I whispered to the empty room, voice raw from screaming their names:
“It was worth it, baby.
Every cock inside me.
Every load of cum.
Your degree is safe.”
The house stood silent.
The 2 lakhs untouched.
My body marked forever.
The inciting night ended.
The price paid in full.
A mother’s pussy—the ultimate bargain.
I woke up naked on the double bed, sunlight streaming through the window, sheets tangled around my ankles, mangalsutra the only thing still on my body, chain sticky with dried cum resting between my boobs.
My pussy throbbed sore and full, cum from both thieves still leaking slow from my pussy lips, coating my inner thighs and ass cheeks, the smell of raw sex thick in the room.
The shorter thief had left at dawn, kissing my lips soft, whispering he would never forget my pussy.
The tall thief had left earlier, angry but spent.
I thought it was over.
I was wrong.
An hour later, the front door creaked open.
Footsteps.
The tall thief walked back into the bedroom alone, eyes wild, cock already hard and bulging in his pants, face twisted with desperate need.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed, grabbed my hand, kissed my fingers, voice breaking, “Please… your pussy… I can’t stop thinking about it… I left but I couldn’t walk away… I need it again… please let me fuck you… I am begging you…”
I looked at him, the man who had terrified me hours ago, now on his knees begging for my pussy.
My body betrayed me.
My pussy clenched at his words, fresh wetness mixing with the dried cum, nipples hardening, clit throbbing.
I was horny too.
The memory of his cock stretching me, filling me, the way my pussy had milked him, still burned fresh.
I sat up on the bed, naked boobs bouncing, mangalsutra swinging, spread my thighs slow, showed him my cum-crusted pussy lips, and whispered, “Come… fuck me… fill my pussy again…”
He groaned like a dying man given water, climbed onto the bed, kissed my lips deep and desperate, tongue tasting me hungry, hands grabbing my boobs, squeezing hard, nipples rolling between his fingers.
I grabbed his cock through his pants, felt it throb, pulled it free, stroked the length, guided it to my pussy lips.
He pushed inside slow, eyes rolling back, “Fuck… your pussy… so perfect…”
I wrapped my legs around him, pulled him deep, pussy swallowing every inch, walls hugging his cock tight, cum from last night squelching around him.
He fucked me slow at first, savoring, then harder, balls slapping my ass cheeks, hands crushing my boobs, mouth sucking my nipples until I arched.
The pleasure built fast, my pussy on fire, clit grinding against him.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, thick fresh load blasting into me, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock, my pussy spasming wild, squirting hard, soaking his balls, body shaking in waves of raw ecstasy.
He collapsed on me, cock pulsing, filling me again, kissing my lips soft, whispering thanks.
We lay like that, his cock softening inside my pussy, when the door opened again.
The shorter thief walked in, eyes lighting up at the sight of me naked under his partner, cum leaking from my pussy.
He stripped fast, cock hard, climbed onto the bed, kissed my lips hungry while the tall one watched.
I spread my legs for him, “Fuck me again…”
He slid into my cum-filled pussy easy, groaned at the warmth, and began pounding slow and deep.
The tall thief watched, cock hardening again, stroking himself.
The shorter thief built rhythm, cock stroking every sensitive spot, my pussy responding greedy.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, adding his second load to the mix, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock, pussy convulsing, squirting again, pleasure ripping through me even stronger.
We three collapsed together, exhausted again, cocks spent, my pussy overflowing with fresh cum.
They kissed my lips, my boobs, whispered they would never forget.
Eventually the tall thief dressed and left first, shaking his head, unable to believe he came back for my pussy.
The shorter thief stayed longer, fucked me one gentle time more, slow and loving, cumming soft inside me before kissing my lips goodbye and leaving in the late morning.
I lay alone at last, naked, pussy throbbing and full, cum leaking slow, mangalsutra sticky between my boobs.
The 2 lakhs still safe in the cupboard.
My body used again, willingly this time.
My pussy addicted them both.
My son’s future protected by the pleasure only I could give.
I touched my mangalsutra, smiled through sore nipples and aching pussy, and whispered:
“They will never forget amma’s pussy…
And Varun will never know what it saved.”
The house quiet again.
The thieves gone.
My body marked deeper.
The price paid, and paid again.
A mother’s pussy—unbeatable.
That morning I woke alone on the ruined bed, naked, pussy sore and leaking the thieves’ cum, boobs bruised, mangalsutra sticky between them.
I bathed slow, scrubbed every trace of their hands from my boobs and ass cheeks, washed their cum from my pussy lips, dressed in a fresh blue saree and matching blouse, mangalsutra clean again resting between my boobs.
I opened the cupboard, took the 2 lakhs bundles, hugged them to my boobs one last time, locked the house, and took the bus to Varun’s hostel.
I reached at noon, found him waiting anxious at the gate.
I handed him the bundles, watched him count, watched his face light up.
He paid the fees at the office, hugged me tight, “Amma, thank you… I thought I would lose everything.”
I smiled, tears in my eyes, mangalsutra pressing between our chests, “Never, baby. Amma will always protect you.”
He never knew what I gave to keep that money safe.
I returned home relieved.
The tall thief stumbled back, crowbar clattering uselessly to the floor, face twisted in disbelief and rage.
“You fucking idiot! The money is right there!” he screamed one last time, but his voice cracked, knowing he had lost.
The shorter thief turned fully to me, cock straining against his pants, eyes burning with raw hunger.
I lay back on the double bed, legs spread wide, pussy lips open and glistening, boobs rising with every desperate breath, mangalsutra resting between them like a filthy offering.
“Come… fuck me… the money stays…” I whispered, voice thick with seduction and relief.
He ripped off his shirt, pants dropping, cock springing free—thick, veiny, cock head already leaking.
He climbed onto the bed, grabbed my boobs hard, squeezed my nipples until I gasped, mouth kissing my lips in a sloppy, hungry kiss, filthy lips devouring me, tongue shoving deep.
The tall thief watched, frozen, defeated, as his partner claimed his prize.
The shorter thief broke the kiss, grabbed my mangalsutra, pulled my boobs to his mouth, sucked my left nipple hard, teeth grazing, then the right, leaving them shiny and aching.
I moaned loud, arching my back, “Yes… suck my boobs… they are yours…”
He growled, moved lower, buried his face between my thighs, tongue lapping my pussy lips, sucking my clit hard, shoving inside my pussy like a cock, tasting me raw.
I grabbed his head, ground my pussy against his mouth, “Eat my pussy… make me wet for your cock…”
The tall thief watched, stroking his own cock through his pants now, unable to look away.
The shorter thief rose up, grabbed my ass cheeks, lifted my hips, lined his cock with my pussy lips, and slammed inside in one brutal thrust.
I screamed, pussy stretching wide around his cock, “Yes! Fuck my pussy! Hard!”
The shorter thief pounded me savage, balls slapping my ass cheeks with wet smacks, hands crushing my boobs, fingers twisting my nipples until electric fire shot straight to my clit, pulling my mangalsutra like reins, cock slamming deep into my pussy again and again, stretching my walls, cock head battering my cervix with every brutal thrust.
The bed shook violently, headboard banging the wall in rhythm with his hips.
His rhythm built fast, cock swelling thicker inside me, veins pulsing against my pussy walls, my pussy clenching tighter with every stroke, juices squirting out around his shaft, soaking his balls.
The pleasure coiled like a spring in my belly, my clit throbbing swollen, pussy burning with need.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” I moaned as I was about to cum, the wave rising unstoppable, my whole body tensing, pussy gripping his cock like a vice.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, thick hot jets blasting against my cervix, flooding my womb, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock, my pussy convulsing in violent spasms, squirting hard around his shaft, juices spraying out with every thrust, soaking his balls and the sheets, my legs locking around him, ass cheeks clenching, entire body shaking in blinding waves of pleasure that tore screams from my throat, tears streaming, vision blurring as the orgasm ripped through me like lightning, my pussy milking him dry, pulling every drop of cum from his balls.
He collapsed on me, cock still twitching inside my pussy, breathing ragged, kissing my boobs, whispering, “Mine… your pussy is mine…”
The tall thief stood at the foot of the bed, cock hard in his hand, eyes burning as he watched his partner’s cum drip thick from my pussy lips.
He turned to the shorter thief, voice rough with need, “How was her pussy?”
The shorter thief lifted his head from my boobs, still inside me, cock softening but not pulling out, and answered, voice full of awe, “Best pussy I ever had… so tight… so wet… grips your cock like it never wants to let go… hot inside… milks every drop… you have to feel it…”
The shorter thief kept going, “Her pussy lips hug you perfect… her walls squeeze like a fist… and when she cums… fuck… she floods you… never felt anything like it…”
That was all the tall thief needed.
He climbed onto the bed, pushed the shorter thief off me gently, cock sliding out of my pussy with a wet sound, cum leaking thick down my ass cheeks.
The tall thief grabbed my thighs, spread them wider, looked down at my cum-filled pussy, and said, voice low and commanding, “Promise me the same pleasure you gave him… every moan… every squeeze… every drop of your pussy juice… and we leave without touching your money.”
I looked into his eyes, pussy still throbbing from the first fucking, cum dripping, boobs heaving, mangalsutra sticky with sweat, and answered, desperate but honest, “I promise… I will give you everything… fuck me… feel my pussy… I will make you cum harder than you ever have… just leave the 2 lakhs…”
He nodded, kissed my lips deep, tongue tasting me, then lined his cock with my pussy lips and pushed inside slow.
My pussy, already full of the shorter thief’s cum, welcomed him, walls hugging his cock tight, cum squelching around him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, grabbed his ass cheeks, pulled him deeper, and began giving him everything I promised.
I rode his thrusts, ground my clit against him, clenched my pussy walls around his cock with every stroke, moaned loud and filthy into his ear, “Feel how my pussy squeezes you… all for you… fuck me deep…”
The shorter thief watched, cock hardening again just from the sight, hand rubbing himself slow.
The tall thief groaned, hands crushing my boobs, fingers pinching my nipples raw, cock slamming deeper.
I built the pleasure for him, slow then fast, pussy gripping, releasing, gripping again, milking him exactly as I promised, my clit grinding against his body, waves of heat building again in my belly.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” I moaned as I was about to cum, the fire coiling tighter, my pussy fluttering around his cock, ready to explode.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, thick jets blasting into my already-full womb, mixing with the first load, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock, my pussy convulsing in violent spasms, squirting hard around him, juices spraying out, soaking his balls, my legs locking, ass cheeks clenching, body arching off the bed in blinding ecstasy, tears streaming, every nerve on fire as the orgasm tore through me even stronger than the first, my pussy milking him relentlessly, pulling every drop from his balls.
He collapsed on me, cock pulsing, adding his thick load to the shorter thief’s, filling me so full cum gushed out around his cock and soaked my ass cheeks.
The tall thief pulled out, cock spent, cum dripping from my pussy onto the sheets.
He stood, dressed quickly, looked at the open cupboard, shook his head, and walked out without another word, leaving the money untouched.
The shorter thief stayed, lay beside me, hand gently squeezing my boob, kissing my shoulder.
We two slept together like that, his body entwined with mine, cock softening against my thigh, my pussy still leaking both loads, mangalsutra resting between my boobs.
In the morning, light filtering through the window, the shorter thief woke, kissed my lips soft one last time, whispered, “Your pussy… unforgettable…”
He dressed, glanced at the cupboard, smiled, and left quietly.
I lay alone on the ruined bed, pussy sore, boobs bruised, mangalsutra sticky, cum drying on my body and leaking from my pussy.
I touched the cupboard, felt the 2 lakhs still there, safe.
Tears of triumph rolled down my face.
I had done it.
My son’s fees secure.
My body the weapon.
My pussy the savior.
I would bathe, dress, take the bus to the hostel, hand Varun the money, watch him pay, hug him tight.
He would never know what his mother gave to keep his future safe.
I whispered to the empty room, voice raw from screaming their names:
“It was worth it, baby.
Every cock inside me.
Every load of cum.
Your degree is safe.”
The house stood silent.
The 2 lakhs untouched.
My body marked forever.
The inciting night ended.
The price paid in full.
A mother’s pussy—the ultimate bargain.
I woke up naked on the double bed, sunlight streaming through the window, sheets tangled around my ankles, mangalsutra the only thing still on my body, chain sticky with dried cum resting between my boobs.
My pussy throbbed sore and full, cum from both thieves still leaking slow from my pussy lips, coating my inner thighs and ass cheeks, the smell of raw sex thick in the room.
The shorter thief had left at dawn, kissing my lips soft, whispering he would never forget my pussy.
The tall thief had left earlier, angry but spent.
I thought it was over.
I was wrong.
An hour later, the front door creaked open.
Footsteps.
The tall thief walked back into the bedroom alone, eyes wild, cock already hard and bulging in his pants, face twisted with desperate need.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed, grabbed my hand, kissed my fingers, voice breaking, “Please… your pussy… I can’t stop thinking about it… I left but I couldn’t walk away… I need it again… please let me fuck you… I am begging you…”
I looked at him, the man who had terrified me hours ago, now on his knees begging for my pussy.
My body betrayed me.
My pussy clenched at his words, fresh wetness mixing with the dried cum, nipples hardening, clit throbbing.
I was horny too.
The memory of his cock stretching me, filling me, the way my pussy had milked him, still burned fresh.
I sat up on the bed, naked boobs bouncing, mangalsutra swinging, spread my thighs slow, showed him my cum-crusted pussy lips, and whispered, “Come… fuck me… fill my pussy again…”
He groaned like a dying man given water, climbed onto the bed, kissed my lips deep and desperate, tongue tasting me hungry, hands grabbing my boobs, squeezing hard, nipples rolling between his fingers.
I grabbed his cock through his pants, felt it throb, pulled it free, stroked the length, guided it to my pussy lips.
He pushed inside slow, eyes rolling back, “Fuck… your pussy… so perfect…”
I wrapped my legs around him, pulled him deep, pussy swallowing every inch, walls hugging his cock tight, cum from last night squelching around him.
He fucked me slow at first, savoring, then harder, balls slapping my ass cheeks, hands crushing my boobs, mouth sucking my nipples until I arched.
The pleasure built fast, my pussy on fire, clit grinding against him.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, thick fresh load blasting into me, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock, my pussy spasming wild, squirting hard, soaking his balls, body shaking in waves of raw ecstasy.
He collapsed on me, cock pulsing, filling me again, kissing my lips soft, whispering thanks.
We lay like that, his cock softening inside my pussy, when the door opened again.
The shorter thief walked in, eyes lighting up at the sight of me naked under his partner, cum leaking from my pussy.
He stripped fast, cock hard, climbed onto the bed, kissed my lips hungry while the tall one watched.
I spread my legs for him, “Fuck me again…”
He slid into my cum-filled pussy easy, groaned at the warmth, and began pounding slow and deep.
The tall thief watched, cock hardening again, stroking himself.
The shorter thief built rhythm, cock stroking every sensitive spot, my pussy responding greedy.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, adding his second load to the mix, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock, pussy convulsing, squirting again, pleasure ripping through me even stronger.
We three collapsed together, exhausted again, cocks spent, my pussy overflowing with fresh cum.
They kissed my lips, my boobs, whispered they would never forget.
Eventually the tall thief dressed and left first, shaking his head, unable to believe he came back for my pussy.
The shorter thief stayed longer, fucked me one gentle time more, slow and loving, cumming soft inside me before kissing my lips goodbye and leaving in the late morning.
I lay alone at last, naked, pussy throbbing and full, cum leaking slow, mangalsutra sticky between my boobs.
The 2 lakhs still safe in the cupboard.
My body used again, willingly this time.
My pussy addicted them both.
My son’s future protected by the pleasure only I could give.
I touched my mangalsutra, smiled through sore nipples and aching pussy, and whispered:
“They will never forget amma’s pussy…
And Varun will never know what it saved.”
The house quiet again.
The thieves gone.
My body marked deeper.
The price paid, and paid again.
A mother’s pussy—unbeatable.
That morning I woke alone on the ruined bed, naked, pussy sore and leaking the thieves’ cum, boobs bruised, mangalsutra sticky between them.
I bathed slow, scrubbed every trace of their hands from my boobs and ass cheeks, washed their cum from my pussy lips, dressed in a fresh blue saree and matching blouse, mangalsutra clean again resting between my boobs.
I opened the cupboard, took the 2 lakhs bundles, hugged them to my boobs one last time, locked the house, and took the bus to Varun’s hostel.
I reached at noon, found him waiting anxious at the gate.
I handed him the bundles, watched him count, watched his face light up.
He paid the fees at the office, hugged me tight, “Amma, thank you… I thought I would lose everything.”
I smiled, tears in my eyes, mangalsutra pressing between our chests, “Never, baby. Amma will always protect you.”
He never knew what I gave to keep that money safe.
I returned home relieved.
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