06-02-2026, 04:05 PM
Scene 21
I was trapped between them, my breath catching as their hands roamed all over my body. Mummy ji finally pulled her mouth away from my breast with a wet, smacking sound. She looked into my eyes, her face flushed with lust and a strange, twisted affection.
"Bahu," she whispered, stroking my cheek. "We love you so much. Why do you behave like this? Why do you fight? We are not just family anymore. Now... we are lovers."
She looked down at my chest. My right nipple was angry red, swollen, and hard from yesterday's abuse and this morning's session. It looked bigger than its normal size when compared to the left one.
"Look at this," she murmured, tracing the areola with her fingernail. "It is beautiful. It is mine now."
She leaned in close, her hot breath hitting the sensitive skin. "I will suck it till it is perfectly red. I will make it permanent."
"Stop, Mummy ji," I whimpered, trying to cover myself with my hands. "Can't you see it is already swollen? It hurts. Please stop."
"Pain is part of the training," she smiled.
She didn't stop. She dove back in, biting down gently this time before sucking with renewed force.
"Ahhh!" I cried out.
My knees gave way. We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. I was on my back. Mummy ji was hovering over my chest, feasting on me. Papa ji was right there, pressing his body against my side. He was into what he wanted. His hand was under my panties, his fingers moving rhythmically against my wetness, ignoring my weak attempts to push him away. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the dual sensation of pain in my chest and pleasure between my legs, and just let him do what he wanted.
After a few minutes, Mummy ji sat up. She reached for the black box Papa ji had brought.
"Pay attention, Disha," she commanded, her voice breathless.
She opened the lid. Inside, there wasn't a strap on this time. There were vibrating toys. A purple wand and a small, remote controlled egg.
"Neha Bhabhi likes control," Mummy ji explained, picking up the egg. "She will put this inside you and keep the remote. You have to learn to walk, talk, and serve tea while this vibrates inside you."
I stared at the toys, horrified yet fascinated. "Inside... all day?"
While I was looking at Mummy ji, Papa ji didn't stop. He had moved behind my back. He was kissing my shoulder, his hand creeping up to fondle my other breast.
I pushed him away with my elbow. "Papa ji, stop! I am listening to Mummy ji!"
He chuckled darkly. "Bahu...You are so wet. I cannot stop now."
Mummy ji saw me pushing him. She smiled.
She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. She turned on the purple wand. Bzzt. Bzzt. The sound filled the room.
She pressed the vibrating head straight against my clit, right through my panties.
She removed my saree and my petticoat throwing it on the ground.
"OH GOD!" I screamed, my back arching off the mattress.
At the same moment, Papa ji lunged forward. He grabbed my face and crushed his mouth onto mine.
I resisted, trying to turn my head, trying to breathe. But Mummy ji was grinding the wand into my sweet spot, sending blinding sparks through my nerves, and Papa ji was devouring my mouth with his tongue.
I was surrounded. Overpowered.
My resistance broke. I went limp. I closed my eyes and let them take me. I let Papa ji kiss me deep and dirty, tasting his desire, while Mummy ji played my body, preparing me for the dark future that awaited us at the farmhouse.
I was trapped between them, my breath catching as their hands roamed all over my body. Mummy ji finally pulled her mouth away from my breast with a wet, smacking sound. She looked into my eyes, her face flushed with lust and a strange, twisted affection.
"Bahu," she whispered, stroking my cheek. "We love you so much. Why do you behave like this? Why do you fight? We are not just family anymore. Now... we are lovers."
She looked down at my chest. My right nipple was angry red, swollen, and hard from yesterday's abuse and this morning's session. It looked bigger than its normal size when compared to the left one.
"Look at this," she murmured, tracing the areola with her fingernail. "It is beautiful. It is mine now."
She leaned in close, her hot breath hitting the sensitive skin. "I will suck it till it is perfectly red. I will make it permanent."
"Stop, Mummy ji," I whimpered, trying to cover myself with my hands. "Can't you see it is already swollen? It hurts. Please stop."
"Pain is part of the training," she smiled.
She didn't stop. She dove back in, biting down gently this time before sucking with renewed force.
"Ahhh!" I cried out.
My knees gave way. We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. I was on my back. Mummy ji was hovering over my chest, feasting on me. Papa ji was right there, pressing his body against my side. He was into what he wanted. His hand was under my panties, his fingers moving rhythmically against my wetness, ignoring my weak attempts to push him away. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the dual sensation of pain in my chest and pleasure between my legs, and just let him do what he wanted.
After a few minutes, Mummy ji sat up. She reached for the black box Papa ji had brought.
"Pay attention, Disha," she commanded, her voice breathless.
She opened the lid. Inside, there wasn't a strap on this time. There were vibrating toys. A purple wand and a small, remote controlled egg.
"Neha Bhabhi likes control," Mummy ji explained, picking up the egg. "She will put this inside you and keep the remote. You have to learn to walk, talk, and serve tea while this vibrates inside you."
I stared at the toys, horrified yet fascinated. "Inside... all day?"
While I was looking at Mummy ji, Papa ji didn't stop. He had moved behind my back. He was kissing my shoulder, his hand creeping up to fondle my other breast.
I pushed him away with my elbow. "Papa ji, stop! I am listening to Mummy ji!"
He chuckled darkly. "Bahu...You are so wet. I cannot stop now."
Mummy ji saw me pushing him. She smiled.
She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. She turned on the purple wand. Bzzt. Bzzt. The sound filled the room.
She pressed the vibrating head straight against my clit, right through my panties.
She removed my saree and my petticoat throwing it on the ground.
"OH GOD!" I screamed, my back arching off the mattress.
At the same moment, Papa ji lunged forward. He grabbed my face and crushed his mouth onto mine.
I resisted, trying to turn my head, trying to breathe. But Mummy ji was grinding the wand into my sweet spot, sending blinding sparks through my nerves, and Papa ji was devouring my mouth with his tongue.
I was surrounded. Overpowered.
My resistance broke. I went limp. I closed my eyes and let them take me. I let Papa ji kiss me deep and dirty, tasting his desire, while Mummy ji played my body, preparing me for the dark future that awaited us at the farmhouse.
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