Santi took both phones one by one and looked at the pictures carefully. She zoomed in a little on both women.
“Hmmm… dono hi bahut sundar hain. Well maintained bhi lag rahi hain. Himanshu, teri mummy ka figure bahut accha hai. Boobs bhi bade hain aur hips bhi. Aur Ajay, teri mummy toh aur bhi zyada hot lag rahi hain is picture mein. Skin kitni fair hai… aur unka face bhi bahut innocent sa hai.”
She gave the phones back and looked at both boys with a naughty glint in her eyes.
“Ab batao… kya tum dono kabhi socha hai ki tumhari mummy bhi aisi hi akeli hoti hongi jaise main thi? 5-6 saal se attention nahi mili hogi unko bhi? Sex nahi hua hoga unke husband se?”
Himanshu and Ajay both shifted uncomfortably. Their cocks were already twitching just from hearing Santi talk about their mothers like this.
Divyansh, who was sitting beside his mother, suddenly spoke.
“Mummy… do you think ye dono aunties bhi hungry hain? Matlab… unka bhi sex experience kaisa hoga? Unke husband unko satisfy karte honge ya nahi?”
Santi turned to look at her son, then back at Himanshu and Ajay. A slow, teasing smile spread across her face.
She leaned forward a little, her bare breasts moving as she did.
“Ab main tum dono ko kuch aur imagine karwaati hoon,” she said in a low, teasing voice. “Bilkul detail mein. Aur is baar main tum dono ke lund ko haath mein leke karwaungi taaki tumhe aur maza aaye.”
She moved and sat between Himanshu and Ajay. Without any hesitation, she pulled down both their shorts. Their cocks were already half-hard from the morning and from the memory of last night. Santi wrapped her right hand around Himanshu’s thick cock and her left hand around Ajay’s longer cock. She started stroking both of them slowly at first.
“Ab aankhein mat band karna. Mujhe dekhna jab main baat karungi,” she said while moving her hands up and down. “Pehle imagine karo… dopahar ka time hai. Tum dono ghar pe nahi ho. Tumhari mummy Suman aur Muskan apne-apne ghar mein akeli hain. Dono bore ho rahi hain. Phir dono ko mann karta hai kuch garam dekhne ka. Dono apna mobile le leti hain aur porn laga deti hain.”
Santi’s hands started moving a little faster.
“Imagine karo… Suman apne bedroom mein leti hai. Uski nighty upar uthi hui hai. Woh apni chut mein do ungliyan daal ke dheere dheere andar bahar kar rahi hai. Saath mein apne bade bade boobs ko daba rahi hai aur nipples ko zor-zor se twist kar rahi hai. Uski chut geeli ho rahi hai. Woh halke-halke moan kar rahi hai… ‘Ahhh… kitna accha lag raha hai…’”
Himanshu’s breathing became heavy. He moaned softly,
“Ohhh… mummy…”
Santi smiled and continued while stroking both cocks.
“Ab Muskan ke baare mein socho… woh bhi apne ghar mein aise hi leti hai. Uski fair skin pe paseena aa raha hai. Woh bhi porn dekh rahi hai. Apni chut mein ungliyan ghusa rahi hai aur apne nipples ko muh mein leke chus rahi hai. Dono aunty akeli ghar mein apni chut se khel rahi hain aur apne boobs se maza le rahi hain.”
Ajay let out a low groan,
“Ahhh… meri mummy… ohhh…”
Santi’s hands were moving steadily now. Both cocks were fully hard and leaking precum on her fingers.
