Mummy’s head fell back, exposing the elegant column of her throat, a low, broken moan spilling from her throat—raw, feminine, the sound I’d jerked off to in secret for months, vibrating through her chest and making her breasts jiggle in their grips. Her eyes never left mine, locking with an intensity that felt like a soul-deep fuck, her pupils dilated to black pools of desire, lips parted as shallow pants escaped, her full lower lip caught between her teeth when a particularly hard suck made her gasp.
Their mouths worked in perfect, unspoken rhythm—sucking, releasing with wet pops that echoed like kisses in the rain, tongues flicking in unison to tease the tips, teeth nipping just hard enough to make her gasp, her body jerking as electric sparks shot from her nipples straight to her core. Saliva glistened on her breasts, trails of it sliding down her ribcage like liquid fire, pooling in the dip of her belly button before trickling lower to mingle with her growing wetness. Her hips began to roll, slow and sinuous, thighs parting instinctively, the dark curls between them already slick and shining, her pussy lips swelling visibly, parting to reveal the pink, glistening inner folds, a faint musky scent rising to mix with the rain and whiskey in the air. One of Sanjay’s hands slid down her belly, fingers tracing the soft trail of hair before parting her folds with two thick digits, finding her clit with practiced ease, rubbing in slow circles that made her buck into his touch, her juices coating his hand in a slick sheen.
I stroked myself in time with their mouths, slow, agonizing pulls—up the shaft, squeezing the base to stave off release, the humiliation of watching my friends devour my mother’s tits searing through me like holy fire, my free hand clenching into the rug until my knuckles whitened. Every moan she gave them was a brand on my soul; every time her back arched, offering more of herself, her breasts thrusting forward into their greedy mouths, my jealousy sharpened into something feral and exquisite, my cock twitching in my fist as pre-cum dripped steadily, pooling on my stomach.
Ajay switched breasts, taking the nipple Sanjay had marked, sucking harder, hollowing his cheeks with voracious hunger, his hand sliding down to join Sanjay’s at her pussy. Sanjay’s fingers pumped inside her now—two, then three—curling, stroking that spot deep inside that made her thighs tremble and spread wider, her pussy clenching around them with audible wet sounds, juices squelching as he thrust. He looked up at me over her heaving breast, eyes dark with lust, and grinned wickedly. “Bro,” he rasped, fingers plunging deeper, making her cry out and grind against his hand, “you came out of this and yet this is so tight—like velvet gripping me.” Ajay pulled back from her nipple with a pop, saliva stringing from his lips to her skin, and chuckled darkly, his own hand replacing Sanjay’s on her clit, rubbing fast circles. “Now we’ll make it loose,” he growled, “stretch her out good for you, birthday boy.”