12-06-2026, 01:51 AM
When Ravi uncle finally released my mom, a thick string of saliva connected their lips for a suspended moment before snapping. Ravi uncle wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never leaving hers. "Good girl," he murmured, the praise landing like a slap. His palm slid down to grip her throat, not squeezing—just resting there in quiet threat. "Now spread those legs for me.”
Ma's thighs trembled as they parted, the movement slow and reluctant despite her compliance. Her freshly-used flesh, still swollen and sensitive from his earlier attentions were visible again. She stared at the ceiling as Ravi shifted between her legs, his breath warm against her inner thigh.
Ravi's fingers parted her with clinical precision, his thumb dragging through slick folds to expose the glistening pink beneath. "Look at that," he murmured, his voice thick with something between admiration and possession. "Still dripping for me." His breath ghosted over her, making her muscles clench involuntarily. "Even after all that fucking."
The first lick was a slow, deliberate stroke from entrance to clit, his tongue flat and hot against her oversensitive flesh. Ma's hips jerked off the mattress, her fingers twisting in the sheets as a strangled noise escaped her throat. Ravi chuckled against her, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her open wider.
His tongue worked on her with brutal efficiency, alternating between broad, wet strokes and sharp flicks to her clit that made her thighs tremble. Every involuntary twitch, every hitched breath seemed to spur him on, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise as he feasted on her with single-minded intensity. Ma's breathing turned ragged, her body betraying her with treacherous pulses of pleasure despite her exhaustion.
Ravi's finger slid into her with an obscene wetness, curling upward just as his tongue flicked against her clithood, the dual sensation drawing a ragged moan from Ma's throat before she could choke it back. "Why—" Her breath hitched as his knuckles pressed deeper, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit with each shallow thrust. "Why do you enjoy such filthy things so much?"
Ravi's finger twisted deeper inside Ma, curling against that tender spot that made her toes dig into the sheets. His lips glistened with her wetness when he pulled back, his breath hot against her trembling thighs. "Because your husband," he said, dragging his tongue along her inner seam in a slow, filthy lick, "never fucked you properly." His teeth grazed her clit lightly,just enough to make her jerk before sucking it into his mouth with a wet pop.
"Answer me," he murmured, the tip of his finger circling that sensitive spot inside her with practiced cruelty. "Do you hate me for kissing you here?" His breath ghosted over her swollen folds, hot and taunting.
Ravi's finger curled deeper inside her, pressing against that spongy spot that made Ma's vision blur at the edges. His thumb rubbed slow circles around her clit while his breath ,hot and uneven ghosted over her damp folds. "Tell me," he murmured, the pad of his finger pressing insistently against her inner walls. "Do you hate me for putting my mouth here?" His teeth grazed her inner thigh, leaving a faint mark that would bloom purple by morning.
Mom responded sarcastically- "Do you even recollect how many times I've been forced to kneel for you?" Her fingers tightened around the bedsheet, twisting the fabric as if it might anchor her. " and you have pushed your thing deep in my throat. Did not you enjoy at that time?”
Ravi uncle smiled at mom by looking at her with his tongue still playing between her legs and his finger deep inside. “What is the shame in accepting that you are enjoying my tongue inside you…Think it as an appreciation for my body…just like I am appreciating yours right now.”
Ma's fingers dug into the sweat-damp sheets as Ravi's tongue flicked against her swollen clit with deliberate precision. The question escaped her lips before she could stop it , raw and ragged between gasps. "How many?" Her thighs trembled around his shoulders, the words tasting bitter even as her body arched into his mouth. "How many... have you done this to?…Mallika told everything about you later on…”
Ravi's fingers stilled inside her, his tongue pulling away with an obscene wet sound as he lifted his head to study her face. The smirk that curled his lips was slow, dangerous like a predator scenting weakness. "Did not Mallika tell you that I have been fucking you much more than others? and I am giving more attention to you than others?" His fingers twisted deeper, pressing against that spongy spot that made her hips jerk involuntarily.
Mom said - “Yes…she did tell me everything”
Ma's breath hitched as his thumb circled her clit with mocking gentleness, the dual sensation making her thighs tremble. "Then you should feel honored," he murmured, watching the way her body betrayed her with each pulse around his fingers. "What more do you want? Flowers? Chocolates?" His chuckle vibrated against her inner thigh where his teeth had marked her earlier. "You're getting special treatment, my personal attention and did she said anything more"
Mom lowered her head and said - “You put me on the highest price tag, Ravi. Mallika told me I am just available to premium clients who haven’t abused any of your girl in past”
Ravi's fingers stilled inside her, stretching her open just enough to feel the subtle slackness his repeated assaults had left behind. His smile curled at the edges, smug as a cat with cream caught between its teeth. "You've gotten looser," he murmured, pressing two fingers deep until her inner walls fluttered weakly around them. "Takes more to fill you now." He twisted his wrist experimentally, watching the way her body yielded with less resistance than before. "I like that."
Ravi's fingers worked deeper inside her with a slow, relentless rhythm, each curl of his knuckles dragging against tender spots that made Ma's thighs quake. His tongue followed the damp trail along her pelvis, a hot, wet stripe from hipbone to navel before pausing to swirl around the delicate divot of her bellybutton. Ma's breath hitched, her fingers twisting in the sheets as his lips traveled higher, leaving a glistening path along her trembling abdomen.
"Ravi—" The name tore from her throat as his teeth grazed the underside of her ribcage, the sharp sting making her arch off the mattress. His chuckle vibrated against her sternum, the sound dark with amusement as his fingers continued their ruthless thrusting below. "Please," she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily when his thumb brushed her oversensitive clit. "Don't tease—ah!"
Ravi's grip tightened around Ma's breast, his fingers digging into the soft flesh until it spilled between his knuckles like overripe fruit. The sharp sting made her gasp, her back arching reflexively even as his other hand worked between her thighs with cruel precision—two fingers curling just so while his thumb circled her clit in taunting, uneven strokes.
"Please," Ma whispered, the word cracking halfway through as his fingers twisted deeper. Her hips lifted off the mattress in a broken, stuttering rhythm, chasing a release he kept just out of reach. "I want—" Her teeth sank into her swollen lower lip, the hesitation lingering for only a heartbeat before she forced the words out. "I want to feel you inside me. Properly. Before I—"
Ravi's fingers stilled inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit just hard enough to make her gasp. His other hand cupped her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Say it again," he murmured, his breath warm against her parted lips. "You want me inside you? While your husband perhaps dreaming about you far far away…he might be missing your smell, your warmness and your love." His chuckle was dark, fingers twisting deeper to emphasize his point. "What does that make you, Debjani?"
Ma's thighs trembled around his wrist, her body betraying her with every shallow rock of her hips. The words caught in her throat, sticky with shame but Ravi's fingers curled just so, wringing a ragged moan from her lips. "Tell me," he coaxed, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Or do I need to remind you how wet you get for me? How your body opens—" His fingers stretched her obscenely wide, "—like you were made for this?"
Ma's fingers clutched at the damp sheets as she arched beneath Ravi's lingering touch, her thighs trembling not from resistance but from the terrible, hungry tension coiling low in her belly. "I'm not—" Her breath hitched when his thumb circled her clit with mocking precision. "Not that woman anymore. You made sure of that." The admission scbangd raw against her throat, but her hips lifted in silent supplication, her body betraying her even as the words spilled out. "I can't... I can't stop wanting it. Even when I hate you."
Ravi's fingers stilled inside her, his smirk widening as he watched her inner muscles flutter helplessly around his knuckles. "Addicted?" he murmured, curling his fingers just enough to make her gasp. "Is that what you're confessing, Debjani? That my cock ruined you for your decent hubby?" His free hand slid up her ribcage, pausing to pinch a pebbled nipple hard enough to draw a whimper. "Say it properly."
Ma's fingers trembled against Ravi's bare chest, her nails leaving faint crescent moons in the sweat-slick skin. "You've ruined me," she whispered, the confession raw between them like an open wound. Her hips arched into his teasing fingers, her body betraying her even as the words spilled out. "I can't—" A gasp caught in her throat when his thumb circled her clit with cruel precision. "I can't stop wanting it. Even when I hate you. Now fuck me, fuck your slut like you own her."
Ravi's fingers slid out of Ma with a wet sound, his palm pressing flat against her mound to still the involuntary twitch of her hips. "Not in right mood now," he murmured, watching her thighs tremble with something between amusement and disdain. His softening cock brushed her thigh as he shifted back against the headboard. "But if you're so desperate..." He spread his legs wider, one hand lazily stroking himself to half-hardness. "...help yourself."
Ma's fingers trembled as they wrapped around Ravi's softening length, her thumb brushing the slick residue still clinging to his skin. "Why?" The word cracked like dry earth as she worked him slowly, her grip alternating between tentative strokes and sudden, desperate squeezes—as if she could wring an answer from his flesh. "That night—" Her breath hitched when his palm settled heavily over her breast, his fingers kneading the sore flesh with absentminded possessiveness. "On Rohan's birthday you had violated me, forced me…Did you even realize how painful it was"
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Ma's thighs trembled as they parted, the movement slow and reluctant despite her compliance. Her freshly-used flesh, still swollen and sensitive from his earlier attentions were visible again. She stared at the ceiling as Ravi shifted between her legs, his breath warm against her inner thigh.
Ravi's fingers parted her with clinical precision, his thumb dragging through slick folds to expose the glistening pink beneath. "Look at that," he murmured, his voice thick with something between admiration and possession. "Still dripping for me." His breath ghosted over her, making her muscles clench involuntarily. "Even after all that fucking."
The first lick was a slow, deliberate stroke from entrance to clit, his tongue flat and hot against her oversensitive flesh. Ma's hips jerked off the mattress, her fingers twisting in the sheets as a strangled noise escaped her throat. Ravi chuckled against her, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her open wider.
His tongue worked on her with brutal efficiency, alternating between broad, wet strokes and sharp flicks to her clit that made her thighs tremble. Every involuntary twitch, every hitched breath seemed to spur him on, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise as he feasted on her with single-minded intensity. Ma's breathing turned ragged, her body betraying her with treacherous pulses of pleasure despite her exhaustion.
Ravi's finger slid into her with an obscene wetness, curling upward just as his tongue flicked against her clithood, the dual sensation drawing a ragged moan from Ma's throat before she could choke it back. "Why—" Her breath hitched as his knuckles pressed deeper, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit with each shallow thrust. "Why do you enjoy such filthy things so much?"
Ravi's finger twisted deeper inside Ma, curling against that tender spot that made her toes dig into the sheets. His lips glistened with her wetness when he pulled back, his breath hot against her trembling thighs. "Because your husband," he said, dragging his tongue along her inner seam in a slow, filthy lick, "never fucked you properly." His teeth grazed her clit lightly,just enough to make her jerk before sucking it into his mouth with a wet pop.
"Answer me," he murmured, the tip of his finger circling that sensitive spot inside her with practiced cruelty. "Do you hate me for kissing you here?" His breath ghosted over her swollen folds, hot and taunting.
Ravi's finger curled deeper inside her, pressing against that spongy spot that made Ma's vision blur at the edges. His thumb rubbed slow circles around her clit while his breath ,hot and uneven ghosted over her damp folds. "Tell me," he murmured, the pad of his finger pressing insistently against her inner walls. "Do you hate me for putting my mouth here?" His teeth grazed her inner thigh, leaving a faint mark that would bloom purple by morning.
Mom responded sarcastically- "Do you even recollect how many times I've been forced to kneel for you?" Her fingers tightened around the bedsheet, twisting the fabric as if it might anchor her. " and you have pushed your thing deep in my throat. Did not you enjoy at that time?”
Ravi uncle smiled at mom by looking at her with his tongue still playing between her legs and his finger deep inside. “What is the shame in accepting that you are enjoying my tongue inside you…Think it as an appreciation for my body…just like I am appreciating yours right now.”
Ma's fingers dug into the sweat-damp sheets as Ravi's tongue flicked against her swollen clit with deliberate precision. The question escaped her lips before she could stop it , raw and ragged between gasps. "How many?" Her thighs trembled around his shoulders, the words tasting bitter even as her body arched into his mouth. "How many... have you done this to?…Mallika told everything about you later on…”
Ravi's fingers stilled inside her, his tongue pulling away with an obscene wet sound as he lifted his head to study her face. The smirk that curled his lips was slow, dangerous like a predator scenting weakness. "Did not Mallika tell you that I have been fucking you much more than others? and I am giving more attention to you than others?" His fingers twisted deeper, pressing against that spongy spot that made her hips jerk involuntarily.
Mom said - “Yes…she did tell me everything”
Ma's breath hitched as his thumb circled her clit with mocking gentleness, the dual sensation making her thighs tremble. "Then you should feel honored," he murmured, watching the way her body betrayed her with each pulse around his fingers. "What more do you want? Flowers? Chocolates?" His chuckle vibrated against her inner thigh where his teeth had marked her earlier. "You're getting special treatment, my personal attention and did she said anything more"
Mom lowered her head and said - “You put me on the highest price tag, Ravi. Mallika told me I am just available to premium clients who haven’t abused any of your girl in past”
Ravi's fingers stilled inside her, stretching her open just enough to feel the subtle slackness his repeated assaults had left behind. His smile curled at the edges, smug as a cat with cream caught between its teeth. "You've gotten looser," he murmured, pressing two fingers deep until her inner walls fluttered weakly around them. "Takes more to fill you now." He twisted his wrist experimentally, watching the way her body yielded with less resistance than before. "I like that."
Ravi's fingers worked deeper inside her with a slow, relentless rhythm, each curl of his knuckles dragging against tender spots that made Ma's thighs quake. His tongue followed the damp trail along her pelvis, a hot, wet stripe from hipbone to navel before pausing to swirl around the delicate divot of her bellybutton. Ma's breath hitched, her fingers twisting in the sheets as his lips traveled higher, leaving a glistening path along her trembling abdomen.
"Ravi—" The name tore from her throat as his teeth grazed the underside of her ribcage, the sharp sting making her arch off the mattress. His chuckle vibrated against her sternum, the sound dark with amusement as his fingers continued their ruthless thrusting below. "Please," she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily when his thumb brushed her oversensitive clit. "Don't tease—ah!"
Ravi's grip tightened around Ma's breast, his fingers digging into the soft flesh until it spilled between his knuckles like overripe fruit. The sharp sting made her gasp, her back arching reflexively even as his other hand worked between her thighs with cruel precision—two fingers curling just so while his thumb circled her clit in taunting, uneven strokes.
"Please," Ma whispered, the word cracking halfway through as his fingers twisted deeper. Her hips lifted off the mattress in a broken, stuttering rhythm, chasing a release he kept just out of reach. "I want—" Her teeth sank into her swollen lower lip, the hesitation lingering for only a heartbeat before she forced the words out. "I want to feel you inside me. Properly. Before I—"
Ravi's fingers stilled inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit just hard enough to make her gasp. His other hand cupped her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Say it again," he murmured, his breath warm against her parted lips. "You want me inside you? While your husband perhaps dreaming about you far far away…he might be missing your smell, your warmness and your love." His chuckle was dark, fingers twisting deeper to emphasize his point. "What does that make you, Debjani?"
Ma's thighs trembled around his wrist, her body betraying her with every shallow rock of her hips. The words caught in her throat, sticky with shame but Ravi's fingers curled just so, wringing a ragged moan from her lips. "Tell me," he coaxed, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Or do I need to remind you how wet you get for me? How your body opens—" His fingers stretched her obscenely wide, "—like you were made for this?"
Ma's fingers clutched at the damp sheets as she arched beneath Ravi's lingering touch, her thighs trembling not from resistance but from the terrible, hungry tension coiling low in her belly. "I'm not—" Her breath hitched when his thumb circled her clit with mocking precision. "Not that woman anymore. You made sure of that." The admission scbangd raw against her throat, but her hips lifted in silent supplication, her body betraying her even as the words spilled out. "I can't... I can't stop wanting it. Even when I hate you."
Ravi's fingers stilled inside her, his smirk widening as he watched her inner muscles flutter helplessly around his knuckles. "Addicted?" he murmured, curling his fingers just enough to make her gasp. "Is that what you're confessing, Debjani? That my cock ruined you for your decent hubby?" His free hand slid up her ribcage, pausing to pinch a pebbled nipple hard enough to draw a whimper. "Say it properly."
Ma's fingers trembled against Ravi's bare chest, her nails leaving faint crescent moons in the sweat-slick skin. "You've ruined me," she whispered, the confession raw between them like an open wound. Her hips arched into his teasing fingers, her body betraying her even as the words spilled out. "I can't—" A gasp caught in her throat when his thumb circled her clit with cruel precision. "I can't stop wanting it. Even when I hate you. Now fuck me, fuck your slut like you own her."
Ravi's fingers slid out of Ma with a wet sound, his palm pressing flat against her mound to still the involuntary twitch of her hips. "Not in right mood now," he murmured, watching her thighs tremble with something between amusement and disdain. His softening cock brushed her thigh as he shifted back against the headboard. "But if you're so desperate..." He spread his legs wider, one hand lazily stroking himself to half-hardness. "...help yourself."
Ma's fingers trembled as they wrapped around Ravi's softening length, her thumb brushing the slick residue still clinging to his skin. "Why?" The word cracked like dry earth as she worked him slowly, her grip alternating between tentative strokes and sudden, desperate squeezes—as if she could wring an answer from his flesh. "That night—" Her breath hitched when his palm settled heavily over her breast, his fingers kneading the sore flesh with absentminded possessiveness. "On Rohan's birthday you had violated me, forced me…Did you even realize how painful it was"
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