06-02-2026, 03:33 PM
Scene 15
Papa ji finally pulled his face away from between my legs, leaving me shaking and totally exposed.
My breath came in short, sharp gasps. My body felt wide open, soaking wet, and aching for something to fill the emptiness inside.
Mummy ji wiped her mouth, still tasting my milk on her lips. She tightened the black leather harness around her hips. The pink silicone cock stuck straight out, looking scary in the dim light.
"Now let me slide it in," Mummy ji said, her voice firm and in control. She knelt between my spread legs, taking Papa ji's place. "I know you're dripping wet, Disha. We'll do this regularly now, so I can get you ready. Neha Bhabhi won't go easy on you, so I can't either. Alright?"
She didn't wait for my answer. She grabbed my hips tight.
"Let me push it in," she whispered, lining it up. "Tell me how it feels."
She pushed forward.
I gasped as the thick silicone head stretched me open. It wasn't warm like a real cock, but it was hard and wouldn't bend. She slid it inside me, inch by inch, filling me up completely.
"Oh!" I cried out.
It felt... incredible. It hit that perfect spot that needed it so bad.
I didn't push her away. Instead, I reached up, grabbed her, and pulled Mummy ji down for a desperate, hungry kiss. I hugged her close, wrapping my legs around her waist to pull her even deeper.
She kissed me back fiercely, grinding her hips against mine. I was so wet that my juices leaked out, soaking the sheets in a messy puddle.
"Good," Mummy ji mumbled against my lips. "Now, let me speed up."
She picked up the pace. Schlock. Schlock. The wet slapping sounds of our bodies filled the room, a rhythm of pure, raw lust.
Papa ji stood at the edge of the bed, watching his wife pound his daughter in law. His breathing was rough and uneven. He couldn't just stand there anymore.
"Sarita," Papa ji groaned, his voice breaking. "I can't hold back."
He climbed onto the bed behind Mummy ji. No waiting, he yanked out his cock, rock-hard and throbbing with need.
He grabbed Mummy ji's waist.
"Oh!" Mummy ji gasped, her eyes popping wide as he shoved it into her from behind without warning.
Mummy ji was shocked. She glanced back over her shoulder, her face red and flushed. "I haven't felt you this hard in years..."
"Shut up," Papa ji growled, grabbing her hair. "Shut up and let me fuck you hard. Today is the day. I've been waiting for this. For her to join us."
He started thrusting.
It was a chain of pure pleasure. Papa ji pounded Mummy ji from behind, and every slam pushed her deeper into me.
He went faster. Bam. Bam. Bam.
"Yes!" Papa ji roared.
Mummy ji moaned, stuck in the middle, but she kept thrusting into me. I looked up at her. Our eyes locked. We started kissing again, wild, sloppy, and out of control.
My chest was smashed. My nipples, still super sensitive and leaking, sprayed milk again. It made our chests slippery, mixing with the sweat as the three of us rocked together like one twisted, horny machine on the family bed.
Papa ji finally pulled his face away from between my legs, leaving me shaking and totally exposed.
My breath came in short, sharp gasps. My body felt wide open, soaking wet, and aching for something to fill the emptiness inside.
Mummy ji wiped her mouth, still tasting my milk on her lips. She tightened the black leather harness around her hips. The pink silicone cock stuck straight out, looking scary in the dim light.
"Now let me slide it in," Mummy ji said, her voice firm and in control. She knelt between my spread legs, taking Papa ji's place. "I know you're dripping wet, Disha. We'll do this regularly now, so I can get you ready. Neha Bhabhi won't go easy on you, so I can't either. Alright?"
She didn't wait for my answer. She grabbed my hips tight.
"Let me push it in," she whispered, lining it up. "Tell me how it feels."
She pushed forward.
I gasped as the thick silicone head stretched me open. It wasn't warm like a real cock, but it was hard and wouldn't bend. She slid it inside me, inch by inch, filling me up completely.
"Oh!" I cried out.
It felt... incredible. It hit that perfect spot that needed it so bad.
I didn't push her away. Instead, I reached up, grabbed her, and pulled Mummy ji down for a desperate, hungry kiss. I hugged her close, wrapping my legs around her waist to pull her even deeper.
She kissed me back fiercely, grinding her hips against mine. I was so wet that my juices leaked out, soaking the sheets in a messy puddle.
"Good," Mummy ji mumbled against my lips. "Now, let me speed up."
She picked up the pace. Schlock. Schlock. The wet slapping sounds of our bodies filled the room, a rhythm of pure, raw lust.
Papa ji stood at the edge of the bed, watching his wife pound his daughter in law. His breathing was rough and uneven. He couldn't just stand there anymore.
"Sarita," Papa ji groaned, his voice breaking. "I can't hold back."
He climbed onto the bed behind Mummy ji. No waiting, he yanked out his cock, rock-hard and throbbing with need.
He grabbed Mummy ji's waist.
"Oh!" Mummy ji gasped, her eyes popping wide as he shoved it into her from behind without warning.
Mummy ji was shocked. She glanced back over her shoulder, her face red and flushed. "I haven't felt you this hard in years..."
"Shut up," Papa ji growled, grabbing her hair. "Shut up and let me fuck you hard. Today is the day. I've been waiting for this. For her to join us."
He started thrusting.
It was a chain of pure pleasure. Papa ji pounded Mummy ji from behind, and every slam pushed her deeper into me.
He went faster. Bam. Bam. Bam.
"Yes!" Papa ji roared.
Mummy ji moaned, stuck in the middle, but she kept thrusting into me. I looked up at her. Our eyes locked. We started kissing again, wild, sloppy, and out of control.
My chest was smashed. My nipples, still super sensitive and leaking, sprayed milk again. It made our chests slippery, mixing with the sweat as the three of us rocked together like one twisted, horny machine on the family bed.
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