Puja: “Would you share our mummy.”
Sanjay: “Yes. I’d watch Raja take Aparna Mummy’s mouth while I take her cunt. I’d put Vivek’s hands on her ass the way Papa did. Then I’d take the ass myself, like I wanted at two a.m., while she’s still on another cock. Four we know of. I want to be the one who walked in.”
Sonam: “Kalpana Mummy. Our mummy. All three of you?”
Raja: “If you say. Her mouth. Her pussy. Someone waiting to wipe on her blouse. Our housewife used like last night used us.”
Akriti: “Anjali. Our mummy. Triple. Say it.”
Vivek: “Triple. Our mummy on her knees. Throat. Cunt. Ass. I’d hold her hair. I’d call her Mummy and I’d still thrust. I’m a dog. Don’t stop your hand.”
They didn’t stop.
Fists slick. Cocks dark, leaking, slapping softly into wet palms. The girls’ own thighs shining again, sore pussies dripping onto the sheet while they fed their own brothers the filth of their own mothers.
Puja put Sanjay’s leaking head against her stomach, not inside, a smear.
“Say you’d break that door.”
“I’d break that door. I’d put my dick in our mummy’s ass while she was jumping on Papa naked. Red light. Payal. Her tits in his hands. Me behind. I wanted it then. I want it now. Please, Puja. Don’t stop.”
Sonam kissed Raja’s mouth just to steal the air.
“Say you’d come on our mummy’s tongue.”
“I’d come on Kalpana Mummy’s tongue. Our mummy. I’d make her swallow. Then I’d kiss her and taste it.”
Akriti twisted Vivek at the base.
“Say Anjali Mummy’s pussy is yours tonight in your head.”
“Our mummy’s pussy is mine in my head. Wet. Forty-six. I’d eat it, fuck it, slap it, leave it open. Please. Akriti. I’m going to—”
“No,” all three said, almost together, and their hands slowed to a filthy crawl, keeping them on the edge, twitching, dripping, ruined.
Puja’s smile was not kind.
“Good. Sanjay gets our Aparna. Raja gets our Kalpana. Vivek gets our Anjali. You wanted the doorway. Now you’ve walked in with your mouth. We have your cocks. We have our mummies in the room without them walking in. And you don’t get to come until we decide whether this is just talk… or whether 3 a.m. is going to get worse.”
By then the blue pills were a rumour in the blood.
The three of them were limp. Used. Soft against their own thighs, sticky, tender, no fight left in the muscle. The television had gone to static snow and then a mute ad. Taboo was over. The house was only breathing.
The girls were not done.
Puja looked at Sanjay’s cock the way she looked at a plate he had not finished.
“Yeh? That’s all? Our mummy’s name was in your mouth and now this is sleeping.”
Sonam flicked Raja with two fingers, unimpressed.
“If you don’t make us come, Bhaiya, I will call. I still have numbers. I’ll put a man on this bed and you’ll sit on that chair and watch a client do what you can’t.”
Akriti smiled with no kindness.
“I’ll put the phone on speaker so you can hear me tell him where to put it. You can watch our holes get used like work again. Choose. Tongue, or a show.”
That did it more than the pills had.
They went down.
Sanjay pulled Puja to the edge of the mattress and put his mouth on her, sore as he was, hands under her ass. She was already wet again, dripping onto his chin. He licked through the mess of the night, the lube, the taste of too many people, and he did not stop when she grabbed his hair.
