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

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Scene 24 - Gold Scene


I couldn't watch what was happening. The second Papa ji’s lips touched mine and I saw my husband kissing his own mother, my brain just shut down. It was too much twisted shit for one night.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Tight.

I lost track of who was doing what. The bed turned into a mess of hands and bare skin. Someone was touching my waist, someone else was pulling off my nightie, hot breath all over my neck. I just lay there frozen, letting the three of them use me like a doll, limp and obedient.

Wet sounds filled the room. Kissing. Moaning. Skin slapping skin.

Curiosity, or maybe horror, made me peek.

After a few minutes, I opened my eyes.

My breath caught in my throat.

Rajat was on top of Mummy ji. My husband was fucking his own mother right on our marriage bed. He was thrusting hard, back arched. Mummy ji’s head was thrown back, hair fanned out on the pillow, face twisted in pure pleasure.

I didn't dare look down to see where they were joined. I couldn't. Their faces were enough.

Then Mummy ji opened her eyes and saw me watching.

"Disha," she gasped, breathless. "Come here. I need you. Give me milk."

It was an order. Even while her son was inside her, she wanted me to feed her.

I felt like a zombie. I crawled across the mattress toward her face. My heavy breasts swung beneath me.

As soon as I got close, Mummy ji lifted her head and latched onto my nipple.

Slurp.

She sucked hard, drinking deep.

"Good girl," she hummed against my skin.

I was on hands and knees, feeding her, while Rajat kept pounding into her. The room was full of sounds: Mummy ji moaning, Rajat grunting, and the wet gulps of my milk going down her throat.

And then I knew what Papa ji wanted.

He was the only one left out.

His heavy hands grabbed my hips from behind. I didn't look back. I knew he was hard and ready.

No warning. He just pushed in.

"Ah!" I gasped into Mummy ji’s hair as his thick cock slid inside me.

He filled me completely.

Now we were all linked. A chain of filthy family secrets. Rajat inside Mummy ji, Mummy ji sucking me, Papa ji fucking me.

I closed my eyes again. I couldn't watch. I just felt everything. Papa ji slamming into me from behind, his belly slapping my ass. Mummy ji sucking hard on my nipple. The whole bed shaking from three bodies going at it.

It was over for me. I couldn't cum. My body was too numb, too broken. I was just a hole for them to use.

But they had no problem finishing.

"Oh god!" Rajat shouted first, shaking hard as he came inside his mother.

"Yes! Yes!" Mummy ji screamed, biting my nipple as her orgasm hit.

And finally Papa ji roared behind me, gripping my waist so tight it left bruises, pumping every hot drop deep inside me, inside my asshole.

I lay there in the middle of their mess, sandwiched between them, listening to their heavy breathing as they came down, one by one, leaving me empty, used, and broken in the dark.