06-02-2026, 03:24 PM
Scene 14
My lips were still buzzing from the shock of her mouth on mine.
I tried to pull away, out of breath and totally confused, but Mummy ji gripped my face tight between her hands.
Her eyes were dark and dead serious.
"Learn to kiss properly, beta," she whispered, her thumb gently stroking my cheek. "Kiss me back. Chalo. Make it a good, deep kiss. Neha Bhabhi won't accept a dead kiss. She wants fire and passion. This is just practice."
She leaned in again. This time, I didn't turn away. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the strangeness of it. I parted my lips. When her tongue touched mine, soft and tasting of my own sweet milk, something inside me snapped. I stopped overthinking. I kissed her back. I moved my lips against hers, matching her rhythm. It was slower than a man, deeper, more sensual.
"Good," she murmured against my mouth. "That’s it. Give in to it."
Slowly and slowly, I gave in. My hands moved up to clutch her bare shoulders. I felt the softness of her skin. For a moment, we weren't mother in law and daughter in law; we were just two women lost in a wet, heavy embrace.
But the lesson wasn't over. Mummy ji broke the kiss, panting slightly. She looked over her shoulder at Papa ji.
"Remove the rest of my clothes," she commanded him, her voice authoritative. "And put the strap on on me."
Papa ji moved quickly. He peeled the petticoat off Mummy ji, leaving her completely naked in the dim light. Then he picked up the pink harness.
My eyes widened. "Mummy ji, wait..."
Mummy ji looked down at me. "And remove hers," she ordered Papa ji, pointing at my saree and petticoat.
"No!" I panicked, clamping my legs together. "No, please! Papa ji is here... and... I haven't waxed! I am hairy down there! I haven't groomed myself at all since the baby came!"
The shame burned my face. To be naked was one thing, but to be unshaven, wild, and natural in front of my in laws felt humiliating.
"How will I perform if you are wearing so much clothes?" Mummy ji scolded gently. "Remove her clothes down there as well. Now."
I resisted, grabbing the waistband of my saree. But Mummy ji was on top of me, her heavy breasts pressing against mine. She kissed me again, silencing my protests, distracting me with her tongue while Papa ji yanked it down to my ankles.
"Let me see," Mummy ji whispered, breaking the kiss.
She put her hand between my legs. She pushed her fingers past the thick, black bush of hair and touched the lips of my center.
Squish.
She smiled. She wasn't surprised.
"I am drenched," I realized with a jolt. "It is leaking."
My juices were soaking her fingers, mixing with the sweat in the hot, sticky room.
Mummy ji glanced at Papa ji, holding up her wet, glistening fingers for him to see.
"You want a taste before I put the strap on in?" she asked him, a dirty grin on her face.
"It is a rare treat. A hairy, leaking mother."
Papa ji didn't need to be asked twice. He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed.
He came behind Mummy ji. He buried his face right in the junction of our bodies.
First, I felt his rough tongue drag across Mummy ji’s ass, making her gasp. Then, he moved lower. He found me.
He didn't mind the hair. He loved it. He buried his nose in my bush, inhaling the smell.
"So natural," he groaned against my skin.
Then he started licking. He licked my hairy pussy with long, hungry strokes of his tongue, slurping up all the juices.
"Oh god!" I screamed, my hips jerking up off the mattress. "Papa ji!"
Mummy ji took advantage of my open mouth. She moved a little lower on my body.
She noticed my other breast the left one was spraying a fine mist of milk into the air from the building pressure of my orgasm.
She didn't waste a drop. She latched onto that nipple, sucking hard and drinking down the spray, while Papa ji kept feasting between my legs. I was totally surrounded. They were devouring me from every angle, my body now completely owned by the family I'd been trying to adjust to.
My lips were still buzzing from the shock of her mouth on mine.
I tried to pull away, out of breath and totally confused, but Mummy ji gripped my face tight between her hands.
Her eyes were dark and dead serious.
"Learn to kiss properly, beta," she whispered, her thumb gently stroking my cheek. "Kiss me back. Chalo. Make it a good, deep kiss. Neha Bhabhi won't accept a dead kiss. She wants fire and passion. This is just practice."
She leaned in again. This time, I didn't turn away. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the strangeness of it. I parted my lips. When her tongue touched mine, soft and tasting of my own sweet milk, something inside me snapped. I stopped overthinking. I kissed her back. I moved my lips against hers, matching her rhythm. It was slower than a man, deeper, more sensual.
"Good," she murmured against my mouth. "That’s it. Give in to it."
Slowly and slowly, I gave in. My hands moved up to clutch her bare shoulders. I felt the softness of her skin. For a moment, we weren't mother in law and daughter in law; we were just two women lost in a wet, heavy embrace.
But the lesson wasn't over. Mummy ji broke the kiss, panting slightly. She looked over her shoulder at Papa ji.
"Remove the rest of my clothes," she commanded him, her voice authoritative. "And put the strap on on me."
Papa ji moved quickly. He peeled the petticoat off Mummy ji, leaving her completely naked in the dim light. Then he picked up the pink harness.
My eyes widened. "Mummy ji, wait..."
Mummy ji looked down at me. "And remove hers," she ordered Papa ji, pointing at my saree and petticoat.
"No!" I panicked, clamping my legs together. "No, please! Papa ji is here... and... I haven't waxed! I am hairy down there! I haven't groomed myself at all since the baby came!"
The shame burned my face. To be naked was one thing, but to be unshaven, wild, and natural in front of my in laws felt humiliating.
"How will I perform if you are wearing so much clothes?" Mummy ji scolded gently. "Remove her clothes down there as well. Now."
I resisted, grabbing the waistband of my saree. But Mummy ji was on top of me, her heavy breasts pressing against mine. She kissed me again, silencing my protests, distracting me with her tongue while Papa ji yanked it down to my ankles.
"Let me see," Mummy ji whispered, breaking the kiss.
She put her hand between my legs. She pushed her fingers past the thick, black bush of hair and touched the lips of my center.
Squish.
She smiled. She wasn't surprised.
"I am drenched," I realized with a jolt. "It is leaking."
My juices were soaking her fingers, mixing with the sweat in the hot, sticky room.
Mummy ji glanced at Papa ji, holding up her wet, glistening fingers for him to see.
"You want a taste before I put the strap on in?" she asked him, a dirty grin on her face.
"It is a rare treat. A hairy, leaking mother."
Papa ji didn't need to be asked twice. He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed.
He came behind Mummy ji. He buried his face right in the junction of our bodies.
First, I felt his rough tongue drag across Mummy ji’s ass, making her gasp. Then, he moved lower. He found me.
He didn't mind the hair. He loved it. He buried his nose in my bush, inhaling the smell.
"So natural," he groaned against my skin.
Then he started licking. He licked my hairy pussy with long, hungry strokes of his tongue, slurping up all the juices.
"Oh god!" I screamed, my hips jerking up off the mattress. "Papa ji!"
Mummy ji took advantage of my open mouth. She moved a little lower on my body.
She noticed my other breast the left one was spraying a fine mist of milk into the air from the building pressure of my orgasm.
She didn't waste a drop. She latched onto that nipple, sucking hard and drinking down the spray, while Papa ji kept feasting between my legs. I was totally surrounded. They were devouring me from every angle, my body now completely owned by the family I'd been trying to adjust to.
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