Incest Randi Maa – Ghar Ki Chudai

[priyahul]

Characters:

• Priya: 41-year-old extremely voluptuous plus-size Beautiful housewife. Wheatish-golden skin, large natural heavy breasts with slight natural sag and stretch marks, soft rounded belly, wide hips, big round fleshy juicy ass, and thick soft thighs. Sexually starved for years. Her husband works in America and comes home only once every 2 years just to fuck her hard for a few days and then leaves again. To satisfy her burning hunger, she has been having a secret, explicit, and very dirty affair with the apartment security guards.
  
• Rohan: 18-year-old younger son, still a virgin. Never had sex but masturbates almost every day thinking about his hot, curvy mom Priya.
  
• Rahul: 21-year-old elder son, rugged and fit college guy who fucks many girls but secretly fantasizes about his own mother. He has heard apartment gossip that his mom is “naughty” and doubts she is sleeping around.
  
• Ramakant (Father-in-law): 85-year-old widowed old man. Lives with Priya. As she grew older and plumper, he developed a strong secret attraction towards his voluptuous daughter-in-law.
  
• Apartment Security Guards: Three 60-year-old guards. They first forced and blackmailed Priya into sex. Now Priya has become addicted to their thick cocks and loves getting fucked by them regularly. (Rohan does not know about the pregnancy gangbang, lactation, or second son’s real father.)
  

[priyahul]

Rohan’s Point of View (18 years old)
My name is Rohan. I’m 18, in my first year of college, and still a virgin. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what lust feels like. Every single night I jerk off thinking about the same woman — my own mother, Priya.
Mom is 41 now, but fuck… she still looks insanely hot. Wheatish-golden skin that glows, a soft plus-size body with large natural heavy breasts that jiggle when she walks, a cute rounded belly, wide hips, and the biggest, roundest, juiciest ass I’ve ever seen. She has thick thighs that rub together when she moves. Every time she wears a saree, the fabric stretches tight over her curves and I have to look away before my cock gets hard.
Dad works in America. He comes home only once every two years for a few days, fucks her like a madman, and then leaves again. Mom has been sexually starved for years. I knew something was going on, but I never imagined it would be this dirty.
Tonight I couldn’t sleep. My cock was rock hard thinking about Mom’s big tits and fat ass. I quietly went up to the terrace to jerk off in peace. It was 1:30 AM. The whole apartment was asleep.
As I reached the water tank area, I heard soft moans.
“Ummm… haan… aur zor se… chod do mujhe…”
It sounded exactly like Mom’s voice.
My heart started hammering. I hid behind the terrace door and slowly peeked out.
What I saw made my knees weak.
Mom — my Priya mom — was bent over the water tank. Her black saree was pulled all the way up to her waist, exposing her huge round ass completely. Her bright red half-sleeve deep-cleavage blouse was wide open. Her massive heavy breasts were hanging out, swinging heavily with every thrust. Her dark brown nipples were hard and erect.
One 60-year-old security guard was fucking her hard from behind, his thick cock slamming into her wet pussy again and again. Another guard stood in front of her — Mom was sucking his fat cock greedily, saliva dripping down her chin. The third guard was on her left side, and Mom was stroking his cock with her hand while moaning like a whore.
“Priya bhabhi… aaj bahut tight hai teri chut…” the guard behind her groaned and slapped her big ass hard.
Mom moaned loudly, “Haan… aur zor se… faad do meri chut aaj… mujhe randi bana do…”
I couldn’t believe my eyes. My respectable mother was getting gang-fucked by three old security guards on the terrace like a cheap slut.
My own cock was painfully hard in my shorts. I stood there frozen, watching my mom’s heavy breasts bounce wildly, her juicy ass rippling with every powerful thrust, and her mouth stuffed with another guard’s cock.
Suddenly, Mom opened her eyes in pleasure… and her gaze landed straight on me.
Her face turned deathly pale in shock.

[priyahul]

Everything froze.
Mom’s eyes locked with mine. For a second her face went completely white, like she had seen a ghost. The three guards also noticed me and quickly pulled out. Their thick cocks were still wet and shining in the moonlight.
Mom pushed them away roughly, yanked her black saree down over her huge ass, and tried to cover her massive breasts with the pallu. But the red blouse was still wide open. Her heavy tits were spilling out, nipples dark and hard, and her thighs were glistening with her own juices and the guards’ spit.
She looked terrified.
“Rohan… beta…” Her voice was shaking. She quickly walked towards me, one hand trying to hold the pallu over her chest, the other adjusting her saree. Her big breasts were still jiggling with every step.
I couldn’t move. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it would burst. My cock was painfully hard in my shorts, tenting obviously.
“Beta… please… listen to me,” she whispered urgently as she reached me. Her face was flushed, sweat shining on her wheatish-golden skin. She smelled of sex — sweat, cum, and her own pussy.
“Don’t… don’t tell anyone… please… your father will kill me… the whole family will be ruined.” Her eyes were wide with fear and guilt. She was standing so close now that I could feel the heat of her body.
I tried to speak but no words came out. I just kept staring at her open blouse, at the deep valley between her massive breasts, at the way her nipples were poking against the thin red fabric.
Mom noticed where my eyes were going.
She bit her lower lip. Something changed in her expression — the panic slowly mixed with something else… something desperate and hungry.
“Rohan… you are a big boy now,” she said softly, her voice turning husky. “You know how it feels… when the body burns… when you need it so badly…”
She stepped even closer. Her soft belly brushed against my hard cock. Then, slowly, she placed her hand on my chest… and slid it down.
Her palm moved over my shorts and gently cupped my rock-hard bulge.
I gasped.
“Beta… you are so hard…” she whispered, her fingers gently squeezing my cock over the fabric. “All this time you have been watching me… touching yourself thinking about me… haven’t you?”
My face burned with shame, but my cock twitched hard in her hand.
Mom looked straight into my eyes. Her voice became softer, almost begging.
“Please… don’t tell anyone… I will do anything you want… anything…”
She slowly started rubbing my cock up and down over my shorts, her big soft breasts heaving with every breath.
Then she took my trembling hand in hers… and placed it directly on her left breast.
The moment my palm touched her warm, heavy, naked tit, I felt like I would cum right there.
It was so soft… so heavy… the nipple hard against my palm.
Mom let out a small moan and pressed my hand harder against her breast.
“Feel it, beta… this is what you have been dreaming about, isn’t it?”

I was trembling. My hand was still cupping Mom’s heavy naked breast, her hard nipple pressing into my palm. Her other hand was slowly rubbing my precum-soaked cock over my shorts.
But I was scared. This was my own mother.
“Maa… we… we shouldn’t…” I whispered, voice shaking.
Mom smiled softly, but her eyes were burning with lust. She turned around slowly so her back was pressed against my chest. Her soft, plump ass pushed back against my hard cock.
“Rohan… beta… don’t think of me as your mother right now,” she whispered in a husky voice. “The guards don’t call me ‘Maa’. They call me Randi… their personal slut. Tonight, you also see me as Randi Maa. Just a hungry, cock-hungry woman who needs to be fucked.”
She took both my hands and wrapped them around her waist from behind, pressing my body tightly against hers. Then she started grinding her big juicy ass slowly against my cock.
“Feel it, beta… feel how soft and hot your Randi Maa’s ass is…”
I couldn’t control myself anymore. My hands tightened around her soft belly and I started dry humping her desperately. My hard cock rubbed between her ass cheeks over the thin saree. Mom moaned loudly and pushed her ass back harder.
“Yes… like that… hump your Randi Maa… use me…”
After a few minutes of wild dry humping, Mom turned around, took my hand and pulled me towards the bedroom.
We reached the bed. Mom lay down on her back, her black saree pulled up to her waist, bright red blouse completely open. Her huge breasts spilled out, soft belly rising and falling, thick thighs spread wide.
“Come here, beta… taste your Randi Maa’s pussy for the first time.”
I knelt between her legs. Her pussy was wet, swollen and glistening. I leaned in nervously and gave my first lick. The taste was salty-sweet and addictive. Mom moaned loudly and grabbed my head.
“Yes… lick it… suck your mother’s clit… good boy…”
I started licking and sucking like a hungry puppy. Mom guided my fingers inside her. I pushed two fingers in while licking her clit. Her pussy clenched around my fingers and she started grinding against my face, moaning like a whore.
After a few minutes, Mom pulled me up.
“Enough foreplay, beta… now fuck your Randi Maa.”
She spread her legs wider. I positioned my virgin cock at her entrance and pushed inside. Her hot, wet pussy swallowed me completely. The feeling was unbelievable. I started thrusting slowly at first, then faster.
Mom wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.
“Harder, beta… fuck me like the guards fuck me… make your Randi Maa scream…”
I was pounding her hard when suddenly the bedroom door creaked open.
There stood Dadaji — my 85-year-old grandfather, Ramakant. He was watching us with wide eyes. His hand was inside his lungi, slowly rubbing his old cock while he stared at his daughter-in-law getting fucked by her own son.
He didn’t say a word. He just stood there, eyes locked on Mom’s bouncing breasts and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, rubbing himself shamelessly.
Mom looked at him but didn’t stop. Instead she moaned even louder and pulled me deeper.

[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.