And Mummy… god, she cooperated like a vixen unleashed. The initial hesitation melted away; her body responded with shameless hunger. Hips grinding against their hands, pushing back onto Pawan’s probing finger, forward onto Himashu’s thrusting ones. She kissed Himashu fiercely now, biting his lower lip, tongue invading his mouth while her hand dropped to stroke his cock—slow, firm pumps that made him groan into her. With her other hand, she reached behind to grasp Pawan’s length, guiding it between her thighs from behind, rubbing the head against her slick entrance teasingly. Her face changed before my eyes—cheeks flushed deep crimson, eyes half-lidded and glassy with pure lust, lips swollen and parted as she panted. That cute, maternal smile was gone, replaced by a seductive, feral expression: a woman fully aroused, lost in pleasure, demanding more.
That’s when I sensed it—truly sensed she was ready, burning with the same fire consuming us. Her body trembled not from cold or fear, but from overwhelming need; her moans grew louder, more desperate; her hips rolled in rhythmic invitation. The change in her face hit me hardest—eyes locking onto mine across the room, dark and pleading, as if begging me to join.
I couldn’t stay back any longer. My cock was iron-hard, aching painfully as I watched my best friends claim my mother. I stepped forward, phone light cutting across them, illuminating the erotic tableau. They made space instinctively—Himashu pulling back from the kiss but keeping his fingers buried deep; Pawan pausing his sucks to grin wickedly over her shoulder. I pressed in front, body flush against hers, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. My hands joined theirs—one cupping her face to pull her into a deep, forbidden kiss (tasting Himashu on her lips), the other sliding down to replace Pawan’s on her clit, rubbing firm circles while Himashu’s fingers continued thrusting.
She moaned into my mouth—”Akshat… beta…”—but there was no shame now, only raw passion. Her body writhed between the three of us, a vixen in full heat: grinding, clutching, stroking all three cocks in turn with greedy hands. Wet sounds, gasps, groans, the slap of skin—the classroom echoed with our symphony. Fingers everywhere: mine teasing her clit relentlessly, Himashu’s curling inside her, Pawan’s now probing her ass deeper. She came alive even more, pushing back, forward, her arousal dripping down thighs, coating us all.
We were lost—four bodies entwined, years of buried secrets exploding in slow, sensual motion under the scattered, flickering beams of our abandoned phone lights. The wedding, the world outside—it didn’t exist. Only this: pleasure, taboo, ecstasy.
We guided Mummy down gently onto the dry side of the classroom floor, spreading one of our folded sherwanis beneath her like a makeshift bed to cushion her against the cool, dusty tiles. Thankfully, the water splashes hadn’t reached this corner; it was clean, soft enough for what was unfolding. Her body yielded willingly, back arching slightly as she lay down, legs parting in invitation, eyes dark and heavy-lidded with a mix of nervousness, tenderness, and raw hunger. “My sweet boys… come to me,” she whispered, voice husky and trembling, reaching out with both hands—one toward Pawan and Himashu, the other toward me. The air was thick with our mingled breaths, the faint chalk scent now overpowered by the musky aroma of arousal and wet skin.