Divyansh didn’t say anything. His eyes slowly moved past Himanshu and landed on his mother.
Santi was still kneeling on the floor, trying to cover her breasts with her hands. Her face was red with shame and panic. But she didn’t run. She just looked at her son with wet, guilty eyes.
Divyansh slowly walked toward her. His steps were slow, almost in a trance. His eyes were fixed on her body — first her full, bare breasts, then lower, at her exposed pussy which was still slightly wet from earlier.
Santi noticed where he was looking. She also noticed the obvious bulge forming in his lowers. His cock was getting hard just from seeing her like this.
Her voice came out broken and emotional.
“Beta… main… main sorry hoon. Mujhe nahi pata tha yeh sab hoga. Lekin yeh ho gaya. Main bhi insaan hoon na beta… main bhi insaan hoon. Pichhle 5-6 saal se maine koi attention nahi liya… koi pleasure nahi liya. Tere papa ko interest hi nahi raha. Main akeli thi… bilkul akeli. Jab main yahan aayi toh tum logon ke saath time bitaya… phir jo hua… main rok nahi payi. Main weak ho gayi. Please beta… mujhe mat dekh aise. Main teri mother hoon lekin… main bhi ek aurat hoon.”
Her voice cracked at the end.
Divyansh stood right in front of her now. His eyes were still glued to her naked body. His cock was fully hard inside his lowers, creating a clear tent.
Santi saw it. She swallowed hard.
Before anyone could say anything else, Ajay — who had been quiet till now — suddenly moved.
He stepped behind Santi, grabbed both her breasts from behind with both hands, and squeezed them hard. At the same time, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy from behind and started fingering her roughly.
Santi’s eyes widened. A loud, involuntary moan escaped her throat.
“Ahhh… Ajay… nahi… Divyansh dekh raha hai…”
But Ajay didn’t stop. He kept squeezing her breasts and fingering her deeper, his fingers making wet sounds.
Himanshu looked at Divyansh, then at Santi, and understood the signal.
He quickly removed his lowers again and came in front of Santi. He held his cock and rubbed it on her lips.
“Chuso aunty… ab koi rukawat nahi hai.”
Santi looked up at her son one last time. Divyansh was still standing there, breathing heavily, his cock rock hard.
Something broke inside her.
She opened her mouth and took Himanshu’s cock inside.
That was the signal.
Tonight was no longer about hiding.
Tonight was a full sex night.
Divyansh slowly removed his own clothes. His cock sprang out — thick, hard, and already leaking. He stepped closer.
Santi reached out with one hand and wrapped her fingers around her own son’s cock for the first time. She stroked it slowly while still sucking Himanshu.
The four of them moved to the big mattress in the middle of the hall.
What followed was the wildest, longest, and most intense night any of them had ever experienced.
Santi was on her back. Ajay was between her legs, fucking her hard with his thick cock. Every thrust made her moan loudly.
“Ahhh… Ajay… aur andar… haan… tera lund bahut mota hai… ahhh…”
Himanshu was kneeling near her face, fucking her mouth. She was sucking him hungrily while moaning around his cock.
