Ajay latched onto her left nipple, sucking lazily at first, then harder, tongue swirling the tender peak as if drawing milk. Sanjay took the right, teeth grazing before his mouth sealed over it with wet, rhythmic pulls. Mummy’s breath hitched; her free hand threaded into Ajay’s hair, not pushing away, but holding him there.
I began to move—slow, deep rolls of my hips, fucking her from behind in languid morning thrusts, my cock sliding easily through the slick mess of last night’s loads and her fresh arousal. Each push seated me fully, balls pressing against her swollen clit, the obscene squelch of cum being displaced loud in the quiet room.
“Yes, the boys stayed over—too much rain,” she told Papa, voice only trembling slightly when I ground particularly deep. “Ajay and Sanjay helped clean up… such sweet boys.” A soft moan slipped out as Sanjay bit down gently; she disguised it as a yawn. “Mmm, sorry, still waking up.”
I leaned over her shoulder, watching her face—eyes half-lidded, lips parted—as she spoke to the man whose bed we were defiling, whose wife I was fucking while his oblivious friends nursed at her breasts like greedy infants. Jealousy from last night was gone; only savage triumph remained. This was my bed now. My mother. My woman.
She tilted the phone away from her mouth for a second, whispering to me, lips brushing my ear: “Harder, beta. Let Mummy feel you while I talk to your father.”
I obliged—gripping her hip bruisingly, pounding into her with slow, deliberate strokes that made the headboard thump softly against the wall. Her pussy clenched around me, hot and sloppy, cum frothing at the seal of our bodies. Ajay and Sanjay sucked harder, hands roaming—Ajay’s fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles; Sanjay’s sliding down to where I fucked her, feeling my cock stretch her, then dipping lower to tease her ass with a cum-slick fingertip.
Mummy’s voice stayed miraculously steady. “The cake was chocolate—Ankit’s favorite… yes, he blew out all eighteen candles.” A gasp disguised as laughter when I hit that spot inside her. “He made a wish, but he won’t tell me what it was.”
I leaned close again, growling low against her neck: “I wished for this, Mummy. For you, every morning, filled with my cum while he listens.”
Her eyes fluttered shut; a shudder ran through her entire body. She pressed the phone tighter to her ear, voice dropping to a husky murmur. “I miss you too, jaan… hurry home.” Then, softer, meant only for me: “Come inside me again, beta. Give Mummy what Papady can’t.”
I did—thrusting deep, grinding, spilling hot and thick into her already overflowing cunt, feeling Ajay and Sanjay’s mouths working her breasts through my release. Mummy came with us—silent but devastating, pussy spasming, milking me dry, a single tear of overwhelmed pleasure slipping down her cheek as she whispered into the phone, “I love you,” to the wrong man.
She hung up slowly, let the phone fall to the pillow, and turned her face to mine for a long, filthy, cum-sweet kiss.
“Breakfast in bed?” she murmured against my lips, voice trembling with aftershocks. “Or more birthday presents first?”