The bedroom door swung open, revealing Varun standing in the doorway, his face a mixture of fury and disbelief. His jaw clenched, and his eyes burned with anger as he tried to comprehend the scene before him.
Riya bent over on the bed, her full breasts swaying beneath her. Shreyas behind her, still buried deep within her body.
“Riya… Shreyas…What the hell is going on?” Varun’s voice was ice-cold, each word slicing through the air like a razor-sharp blade.
Riya’s heart pounded as she locked eyes with her husband. She struggled to find the right words, her mind racing as she attempted to explain the situation. “Varun, it’s not what you think. Please, let me explain.”
“Explain?!” Varun bellowed, his voice shaking with rage. “How do you explain this? Our son? Is nothing sacred to you?”
“Varun, please,” Riya begged, her voice trembling. “This wasn’t something we planned. It just… happened. But I promise you, my love for you hasn’t changed.”
Shreyas remained silent, his body tense as he braced himself for his father’s wrath. He knew no words could mend the broken trust between them. But his heart ached at the thought of losing his family.
“Get dressed,” Varun spat, his words laced with venom. “I can’t even look at you two right now.” He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Riya and Shreyas exchanged fearful glances. They hurried to put their clothes back on, each wondering what the future held for them after this tumultuous revelation.
Varun slammed the door behind him. But instead of leaving, he paused just outside, unable to tear himself away from the sight that had enraged him moments before. Varun’s anger dissipated as his breathing slowed, replaced by a growing curiosity and desire.
From his vantage point, Varun couldn’t help but notice how Riya’s large breasts hung beneath her. She remained on all fours, milk dribbling from her nipples onto the bedsheets. Her moans filled the room, her body writhing in pleasure as Shreyas thrust into her from behind.
The taboo nature of their relationship only served to fan the flames of Varun’s arousal.
“Riya,” he murmured, unable to resist reaching down and unzipping his pants. His hand wrapped around his hardened length. He stroked slowly, fixing his eyes on the erotic scene before him.
Inside the room, Riya’s eyes widened in shock when she noticed Varun watching them from the doorway. Torn between fear and desire, she hesitated, unsure what to do next. She wanted to protect her family and keep them together. But she couldn’t deny her powerful connection with Shreyas.
“Shreyas, wait,” Riya whispered, her voice laced with uncertainty. “Your father… he’s watching us.”
Shreyas glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of Varun pleasuring himself as he stared at them. Confusion and anxiety washed over him, and he slowed his movements, unsure how to proceed.
“Riya Mom, what should we do?” he asked, his voice barely audible.
“Let me handle this,” she replied, her seductive tone returning. With a bold, assertive demeanour, Riya locked eyes with Varun, making it clear that she was aware of his presence and growing lust.
“Varun,” she purred, her voice sultry and inviting. “If you want to watch, then come closer. You don’t have to hide.”
Varun hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by Riya’s boldness. But as he continued to touch himself, the desire bubbling within him overpowered any lingering doubts. He cautiously stepped into the room.
“Riya, I… I don’t know what to say,” he admitted, his hand still wrapped around his throbbing erection.
“Shh, my love,” Riya cooed, her motherly instincts kicking in as she tried to reassure him. “There’s no need for words. Just let yourself feel.
Riya’s heart pounded as she tried to process the situation, watching Varun stroke himself while gazing at her and Shreyas. Her eyes flickered back and forth between them, uncertain of how to proceed. She realized that Varun wanted to experience the forbidden thrill of watching his son fuck her.
The thought sent a shiver down her spine. But Riya knew she had to take control to keep their unconventional family intact.
“Varun,” she purred seductively, her eyes never leaving him, “you want to see your son fucking me, don’t you? You want to see him take me like this?”
Her face flushed with arousal. Riya arched her back, pushing her ass further into Shreyas’ lap, ensuring Varun could witness every detail of their carnal connection. Shreyas hesitated, his hands gripping her hips tentatively, but the lustful gleam in Riya’s eyes urged him on.
“Go ahead, Shreyas,” Riya encouraged, her voice sultry and commanding, “fuck your mother harder. Show your father how much you love being inside me.”
The young man’s initial reluctance melted away under Riya’s provocative words. He tightened his grip on her hips and began to thrust harder, driven by his mounting desire and the taboo nature of their relationship. Riya moaned loudly, putting on a show for Varun, who continued to touch himself.
“Watch closely, Varun,” Riya instructed, her voice dripping with lust. “This is what our son does to me. This is how he makes me feel.”
As she spoke, Riya reached around to fondle her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples, coaxing drops of milk to leak out. The sight of her milky offering only heightened Varun’s arousal. His breathing grew more ragged as he observed the intimate scene before him.
“Riya,” Varun groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You’re incredible.”
She smiled at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and lust. She knew she had succeeded in seducing her husband while maintaining her connection with Shreyas. As their eyes locked, Riya felt a surge of triumph.
She could keep their unconventional family together, even if it meant pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable.
Shreyas, moments away from climaxing, felt Riya’s tight grip on his throbbing member as she pulled him out of her. Her eyes, smouldering with lust, locked onto Varun’s gaze as she lowered her mouth to Shreyas’ pulsating erection.
“Watch closely, my love,” she whispered seductively to Varun before taking Shreyas into her mouth to catch his hot, sticky release. She drank every last drop, her eyes never leaving Varun’s as she swallowed.
The intensity of her stare and the boldness of her actions fueled Varun’s fascination. His arousal was reaching new heights.
Once she had consumed Shreyas’ essence, Riya licked the remaining semen off his tip. Cleaning him up with her skilled tongue, maintaining eye contact with her husband. Varun was mesmerized by her dedication to pleasing him, even as she attended to their son.
His breath hitched as he watched her perform this intimate act. His chest tightened with desire and awe.
“Riya…” he breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from her sensuous display.
Riya rose gracefully, her body glistening with sweat from their heated encounter. She approached her husband, her hips swaying seductively as she closed the distance between them. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her soft lips against Varun’s.
Sharing the taste of their son’s passion with him in a passionate, lingering kiss. Varun’s hands instinctively found their way to Riya’s waist, pulling her closer. His arousal was evident as he pressed himself against her, feeling the heat of her body against his own.
In that moment, they were lost in each other. Connected by the intensity of their desires and the unconventional family dynamic they had created. As they broke apart, Varun’s eyes shone with admiration and lust.
Riya’s actions assured him of her commitment to their unique relationship. His fascination with her grew stronger.
“Riya,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “You truly are incredible.”
She smiled at him, love and desire swirling in her deep brown eyes. “And I’ll do anything for our family,” she vowed with unwavering determination.
Riya’s eyes never left Varun’s as she lowered herself to her knees. Her gaze burned with desire and determination, a clear message that she would do anything to keep their unconventional family dynamic intact.
She reached for the waistband of his pants. Her fingers were slow and teasing before she unzipped them and released his throbbing erection.
“Watch me, baby,” Riya murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. “Watch me take care of you like I took care of our son.”
Varun swallowed hard. His eyes locked onto Riya’s as she leaned forward, her lips hovering just above the tip of his cock. The anticipation was electric. He could hardly catch his breath when her warm, wet mouth finally enveloped him.
He groaned in pleasure. His hands gripped her head as she began to suck him off expertly. Riya revelled in her power and control over Varun at this moment. Using every ounce of her skill and sensuality to bring him closer to the edge.
Her motherly instincts were at play. Not only caring for Shreyas but also catering to her husband’s needs. She pushed the boundaries of what was considered acceptable.
As she continued working her magic on Varun’s cock, Riya couldn’t help but worry about Rajesh. She knew that they were playing with fire. The thought of him returning at any moment made her heart race with anxiety. But before Riya could dwell on her fears, the doorbell rang.
Her heart leapt into her throat, panic setting in as she realized that Rajesh must have returned sooner than expected. She quickly pulled away from Varun and scrambled to her feet. Her eyes were wide with fear.
“Shit!” she hissed, her seductive demeanour momentarily forgotten. “Rajesh is back!”
Varun’s arousal quickly turned to concern. He hastily tried to compose himself, pulling up his pants and zipping them up. Riya hurriedly wrapped her saree around herself. Her hands were trembling as she attempted to cover her nakedness.
“Riya, what are we going to do?” Varun whispered urgently, the panic in his voice mirroring hers.
“Keep calm,” Riya murmured, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to salvage the situation. “I’ll handle it.”
As Rajesh entered the room, the tension was palpable. Their fates were now hanging in the balance. Riya knew she would have to use her charm and cunning to navigate the treacherous waters ahead and protect her family.
“Rajesh,” Riya said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “We need to talk.”
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