Pawan moved first, kneeling between her thighs with reverent slowness. His hands caressed her inner legs, parting them wider, thumbs tracing soothing circles on her soft skin. “Aunty… Kalpana… let me worship you,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion, eyes locked on her glistening honeypot—the sacred, intimate place that had once brought me into this world. He lowered his head, breath hot against her folds, and began with gentle kisses along her thighs, teasing closer. Then his tongue flicked out—slow, deliberate laps along her outer lips, tasting her sweetness. Mummy gasped sharply, hips lifting toward him. “Oh… Pawan beta…” she moaned, fingers tangling in his hair. He delved deeper, tongue circling her swollen clit with expert pressure, sucking softly, then flattening to lick broad strokes from entrance to top. Her juices coated his chin as he devoured her, humming vibrations that made her thighs quiver. “You taste so good… like honey, like everything I’ve dreamed,” he groaned against her, one finger sliding inside to curl gently, finding that sensitive spot.
Himashu knelt at her side, leaning over her upper body, his mouth claiming hers in a deep, passionate kiss—tongues dancing, breaths mingling. He broke away to trail lips down her neck, sucking lightly at her collarbone before reaching her full breasts. “These… perfect,” he whispered romantically, cupping one heavy mound, thumb flicking the dark nipple until it peaked harder. His mouth latched on, sucking greedily while his hand kneaded the other, pinching and rolling. His free hand slid lower, grabbing her ass firmly—fingers digging into the soft flesh, lifting her hips slightly to grind her against Pawan’s face. “I’ve wanted this for years… since that summer,” he confessed breathlessly, voice laced with emotion. Mummy arched into him, moaning into the kiss as he switched breasts, teeth grazing lightly.
I hovered nearby at first, watching in a haze of overwhelming arousal and complex emotions—love for my mother, jealousy flickering then dissolving into shared intimacy, the taboo thrill making my cock throb painfully. My hands roamed her body gently—tracing her arm, her waist, brushing her cheek. “Mummy… you’re everything,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead tenderly. She turned her face to me, eyes misty with affection and lust. “Akshat… my baby… come closer,” she breathed, her hand reaching out to wrap around my solid shaft. Her fingers stroked slowly at first—warm, familiar yet electrifying—thumb circling the head, spreading the precum. The sensation shot through me like fire; I groaned deeply as she pulled me nearer, guiding me to straddle her chest gently. Her lips parted, tongue darting out to lick the tip before taking me into her mouth—warm, wet suction that made my knees weaken. She sucked with loving hunger, eyes locked on mine, conveying unspoken forgiveness and desire.
We continued like this for what felt like eternity—Pawan’s tongue and fingers working her toward the edge, her moans vibrating around my cock; Himashu worshipping her breasts and ass, whispering endearments like “You’re our goddess… so beautiful, so ours.” Emotions swirled: waves of guilt crashing against pure ecstasy, the romance of long-suppressed love blooming in confessions. “I saw how you looked at me… all those years,” Mummy murmured around me, pulling off briefly. “It excited me… made me feel alive.”