Himanshu and Ajay were listening with wide eyes. Divyansh’s cock was fully hard again.
Santi kept talking, her voice calm but detailed.
“Shaadi ke pehle bhi mere do aur boyfriends the. Ek ka naam Amit tha. Woh mujhe bahut rough chodta tha. Ek baar usne mujhe apne ghar pe bulaya aur apne do doston ke saath milkar choda tha. Main us din itni thak gayi thi ki next day college nahi ja payi thi. Dusra ladka gentle tha. Woh sirf missionary mein hi chodta tha lekin uska lund bahut lamba tha. Woh meri andar tak takrata tha.”
She looked at all three of them.
“Ab jo kal raat hua… woh sabse alag tha. Kyunki usme mera beta bhi tha. Aur uske dost bhi. Main kal raat bahut gandi aur besharam ban gayi thi. Tum logon ne mujhe jitna chaaha utna choda. Main tum teeno ki randi ban gayi thi. Aur mujhe pasand aaya. Bahut pasand aaya.”
She reached out and gently held Divyansh’s hard cock in her hand.
“Ab se main koi acting nahi karungi. Jo bhi hoga, openly hoga. Tum teeno mujhe jab chaaho, jaisa chaaho chodo. Main mana nahi karungi. Lekin ek baat yaad rakhna — bahar duniya mein main ab bhi wahi sanskari mummy hoon. Ghar ke andar… main tum teeno ki personal randi hoon.”
She leaned forward and took Divyansh’s cock in her mouth again, sucking it slowly while looking into her son’s eyes.
Himanshu and Ajay moved closer.
The morning had just begun.
And none of them had any intention of going to school or coaching that day.
After Santi finished swallowing Divyansh’s cum, the four of them stayed on the mattress for a while. No one was in a hurry to get up. The morning sun was getting brighter outside. All of them were still naked or half-naked. Dried cum was still visible on Santi’s body in some places.
Santi sat up properly, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked at Himanshu and Ajay with a small, teasing smile.
“Ab batao dono… tumhari mummy kaisi hain? Himanshu, teri mummy Suman… aur Ajay, teri mummy Muskan. Main toh jaanti hoon dono ko thoda-thoda. Sundar hain dono. Batao, unke baare mein kuch toh batao.”
Himanshu and Ajay looked at each other, slightly embarrassed but also excited by the way she was asking.
Himanshu spoke first.
“Aunty… meri mummy toh bahut simple hain. Ghar ka kaam karti hain, shop mein bhi help karti hain. Lekin haan… woh bahut sundar hain. Log kehte hain ki main unke jaise dikhta hoon.”
Ajay added, “Meri mummy bhi bahut acchi hain. Woh hamesha ghar ko clean rakhti hain aur papa ke liye khana banati hain. Unki skin bhi bahut fair hai.”
Santi raised one eyebrow and smiled more.
“Arre pictures dikhao na. Mobile mein honge na family photos? Dikhao mujhe.”
Both boys quickly picked up their phones. Himanshu opened his gallery and showed a recent family photo. In the picture, his mother Suman was standing with him and his father. She was wearing a simple salwar kameez, but her figure was clearly visible — full breasts, soft waist, and a pleasant face. She looked like a typical beautiful middle-class housewife in her late 30s.
Ajay showed a photo of his mother Muskan. She was fairer, with sharp features and a more modern look. In the picture she was wearing a saree, and her curves were quite prominent.
