Incest Disha:Lactating mom(Kamadhenu cow)- Exploited by Elders-Gold Grade Scenes-25*|1 Video

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Scene 17


The room finally went quiet. The only sound was the heavy breathing of three people who had just crossed every line of decency.  

I lay there, staring at the ceiling fan spinning above. My mouth tasted salty and bitter. My chest felt bruised. And down below, I still felt the fullness of Mummy ji inside me.  

Mummy ji wiped a drop of sweat from her forehead. She looked at Papa ji, then down at me. Her face softened, returning to the motherly look she wore in the kitchen, which was even more terrifying given our position.  

"He always does that," she whispered, stroking my hair. "Please don't get mad at him. Men are like animals when they see two women together. But tell me... how was your first time?"  

I couldn't believe she was asking me for a review while still pinning me to the mattress.  

"Mummy ji..." I gasped, trying to find my voice. "Please let me breathe first. And... you can take it out now. It is still inside."  

Mummy ji smiled a small, knowing smile. "Ah, the emptiness. You will get used to craving it."  

She grabbed her hips. She began to pull back.  

Schhh luck.  

I grit my teeth. The sensation of the thick silicone head dragging along my walls and popping out was intense. It left me feeling suddenly hollow, gaping, and cold.  

"This is the thing, Bahu," Mummy ji said seriously, unbuckling the harness from her waist. "You need to understand Neha Bhabhi is a whole another beast. I was gentle. I was loving. Neha... she likes to conquer. But we will leave that for the rest of the sessions."  

I sat up, pulling the bedsheet to cover my nakedness. My body was shaking, not from cold, but from the adrenaline crash.  

"Please get off, Mummy ji," I said, my voice trembling. "I need to talk to Rajat. He will be home soon."  

Mummy ji nodded. She got off the bed and started picking up her saree.  

I stood up, wrapping the sheet around me. I needed to escape this room. I needed to be Disha again, not the family toy.  

Papa ji was standing by the door. He was exuberant. He looked ten years younger, his chest puffed out with pride. He had watched his wife and his daughter in law perform for him, and he had tasted both.  

As I walked past him towards the door, he stepped in my path.  

He leaned in close. I could smell the musk on him.  

"I like it behind," he whispered directly into my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver of disgust and fear down my spine. "This is what I like. Remember that... till next time."  

He winked, a dirty, possessive wink, and stepped aside.  

I didn't look back. I walked out of the room, my legs feeling heavy and strange.  

I went to my own room. Thank god, it was empty. Vivaan was still sleeping peacefully in his crib.  

I went straight to the bathroom. I turned the shower to hot. I stood under the water for twenty minutes. I scrubbed my skin red. I brushed my teeth three times to get rid of the taste of Papa ji. I washed my privates, watching the mixture of my own juices and Mummy ji’s touch swirl down the drain.  

I stepped out and dried myself. I put on a simple cotton nighty, loose and covering. I wanted to hide my body.  

I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting.  

I heard the front door open. Footsteps. The jingle of keys.  

Rajat was back.  

I took a deep breath. I clutched the edge of the mattress. I needed to talk to him. I needed to tell him about the property papers, about the conditions, and about the price I was paying piece by piece. I needed my husband, not the silent partner in this madness.