Incest Randi Maa – Ghar Ki Chudai

[priyahul]

Dadaji stood at the door, his old eyes burning with lust as he watched me fucking Mom. His hand was moving slowly inside his lungi.
Before Mom could say anything or even try to cover herself, Dadaji stepped inside and locked the door with a loud click.
“Randi…” he growled in a rough, shaky but commanding voice. “Ab toh yeh randi ka asli rang dikha.”
Mom quickly sat up on the bed, trying to pull her black saree down and close her red blouse. “Papa ji… please… yeh galti se… main samjhaungi…”
But Dadaji didn’t let her finish.
He moved faster than I expected for an 85-year-old man. He grabbed Mom by her hair and pulled her off the bed, making her stand in front of him. His other hand roughly grabbed one of her massive heavy breasts and squeezed it hard.
“Randi saali… kitne saalon se yeh badi-badi choochiyan hilate hue ghar mein ghum rahi thi?” he abused her while mauling her breast violently. “Har roz sochta tha ki ek din inko apne haathon se masalunga… aur aaj woh din aa gaya.”
Mom gasped in pain and pleasure. Dadaji pinched her dark nipple hard, twisting it.
“Chup randi! Aaj se tu meri personal randi hai. Bahu nahi… sirf randi!”
He pushed her back on the bed, made her lie down and spread her legs wide. Without any warning he buried his face between her thick thighs and started licking her wet pussy like a hungry animal.
“Ufff… kitni geeli aur rasili chut hai teri… kitne lund ne isko choda hoga?” he moaned while sucking her clit loudly.
After eating her pussy for a minute he sat up, his face wet with her juices. He looked at her loose, used pussy and smirked.
“Bahut loose ho gayi hai teri chut randi… itni heavily used hai ki mera lund bhi andar chala jaayega bina feel kiye.”
He pushed three fingers inside her easily, then four. Finally he made a fist and slowly pushed his entire fist inside her cunt.
Mom screamed in a mix of pain and ecstasy, “Aaaahhh… Papa ji… dheere…”
Dadaji laughed cruelly while fisting her hard.
“Ab fisting hi chalegi teri is randi chut mein!”
Then he looked at me, still standing there shocked with my cock out.
“Rohan beta… aa… apni maa ki gaand check kar. Ek ungli daal uski asshole mein… dekh toh sahi woh bhi utni hi used hai ya nahi.”
I hesitated. Dadaji glared at me.
“Daal ungli randi ki gaand mein!”
I pushed one finger into Mom’s asshole. It slid in easily… all the way to the knuckle.
Dadaji laughed loudly. “Dekha? Yeh randi ki gaand bhi bilkul khul chuki hai!”
He pulled his fist out of her pussy, flipped Mom over roughly on all fours and got behind her in doggy position.
“Ab asli mazaa aayega randi…” he growled, holding his hard old cock and rubbing it on her wet pussy.