And she knew this was only the beginning.
Divyansh woke up first.
The first thing he felt was the sticky feeling on his skin. Then the memories of last night came crashing back — his mother on her knees, sucking all three of them, getting fucked in every position, moaning like a desperate slut, calling herself their randi, taking cum on her face and inside her pussy.
He slowly sat up on the mattress.
The morning light was coming through the curtains. The hall was quiet except for soft breathing.
He looked around.
Himanshu and Ajay were still sleeping on either side of the mattress, completely naked. Their cocks were soft now.
But his eyes went straight to the woman lying in the middle.
His mother. Santi.
She was lying on her back, completely naked. The thin bedsheet had slipped down to her waist. Her body was a complete mess from last night.
Dark red and purple hickeys and bite marks covered her neck, collarbones, and both breasts. Some bites were deep enough to leave clear teeth marks. Her nipples were still swollen and red from all the sucking and biting.
Dried cum was everywhere on her body.
Thick, white, crusty patches were stuck on her breasts, especially around her nipples. Some had dried on her stomach. A few streaks had reached her neck and even her chin. Her lips had dried cum at the corners. Her hair was messy and had white flakes stuck in it. There were dried cum trails running down her inner thighs, some of it had even reached her knees.
On her round ass, there were clear red handprints and slap marks from when Divyansh and Himanshu had spanked her hard while fucking her from behind.
She looked nothing like the sanskari, respectable school teacher mother he had known all his life.
She looked like a used, thoroughly fucked MILF.
Divyansh’s cock started getting hard again just from looking at her.
He quietly got up and went to the bathroom to piss. His mind was racing. When he came back, the scene was still the same — his mother lying there like a cum-covered slut, sleeping peacefully between his two best friends.
Something dark and excited twisted inside him.
He picked up his phone.
First, he took several photos — close-ups of her cum-covered breasts, the hickeys on her neck, the slap marks on her ass, her messy hair with dried cum in it, and one full-body shot from above.
Then he switched to video and recorded a short 40-second clip, slowly moving the camera from her face down to her cum-stained body and thighs.
After saving everything in a hidden folder, he sat down near her head. His cock was fully hard now. He pulled his lowers down and started jerking off slowly while looking at his mother’s wrecked body.
He was so focused that he didn’t notice her eyes slowly opening.
Santi had woken up.
She saw her son sitting right next to her face, completely naked, stroking his hard cock while staring at her body. For a few seconds, she just watched him silently. Then a small, tired, but knowing smile appeared on her lips.
She didn’t say anything. She simply turned her head slightly toward him and opened her mouth.
