Divyansh was on the side, sucking and biting her breasts. He was rougher than the other two — biting her nipples, leaving marks, squeezing her breasts hard while watching Ajay’s cock disappear inside his mother’s pussy.
“Ma… yeh dekh raha hai main… tu kitni gandi ho gayi hai… apne bete ke saamne chud rahi hai…” Divyansh said in a low, dirty voice.
Santi moaned louder at his words. She pulled Himanshu’s cock out of her mouth for a second and looked at her son.
“Beta… main gandi hoon… lekin tu bhi dekh raha hai… tera lund khada hai apni mummy ko chodte hue dekh ke…”
Divyansh grabbed her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth.
They changed positions multiple times.
Santi rode Ajay while sucking Divyansh. Then Himanshu took her from behind while she jerked both Divyansh and Ajay with her hands. At one point, she was on all fours — Ajay fucking her pussy, Himanshu fucking her mouth, and Divyansh spanking her ass and calling her “Mummy randi”.
They laughed in between.
When Himanshu came inside her pussy, she moaned like a slut and pushed back against him.
When Ajay came on her face, she licked it and showed it to Divyansh before swallowing.
When Divyansh finally fucked his own mother for the first time — missionary position, her legs on his shoulders — she came the hardest. She screamed his name while cumming.
“Divyansh… beta… aur tez… apni mummy ko chod… ahhh… main aa rahi hoon!”
He fucked her through her orgasm and then came deep inside her.
They didn’t stop after one round.
They kept going for hours.
Santi was passed between the three boys like a shared toy. They fucked her in every position possible. She sucked cocks while getting fucked. She rode one while jerking the other two. She let them cum on her face, her breasts, inside her pussy, and even made them watch as she pushed the cum out and licked it.
They talked dirty the entire time.
Himanshu kept saying, “Aunty aap hamari personal MILF ho ab.”
Ajay kept calling her “Chudasi Mummy”.
Divyansh was the roughest — he kept spanking her, pulling her hair, and saying things like “Ma tu kitni bhookhi thi… ab dekh kaise teeno se chud rahi hai.”
Santi laughed in between moans. She was completely broken and free at the same time.
“Main tum teeno ki randi hoon aaj raat… chodo mujhe jitna chahte ho… main nahi rukungi…”
They had multiple orgasms each.
Santi came at least six times.
The boys came multiple times too — in her mouth, on her body, inside her.
By 4 am, all four of them were exhausted, covered in sweat and cum, lying naked on the mattress together.
Santi was in the middle. Divyansh on one side, Himanshu and Ajay on the other. Her body was marked with hickeys, bite marks, and dried cum.
She looked at all three of them and smiled tiredly.
“Aaj raat… sab badal gaya. Ab koi secret nahi. Tum teeno mere ho… aur main tum teeno ki hoon.”
Divyansh didn’t say anything. He just pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.
Himanshu and Ajay were already half asleep, one hand each on her breasts.
Santi closed her eyes.
For the first time in many years, she felt completely satisfied.
