The clock struck eight, and the house hummed with forbidden tension. Mom lay sprawled on the silk sheets, her ass cheeks parted invitingly as I knelt behind her, my tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles over her tight hole. She stirred with a soft moan, but stayed lost in sleep, her body relaxed and ready. Chachi had been explicit on the phone: keep every inch clean—ass, pussy, armpits—for what was coming. Her strapon was no gentle toy, and she expected perfection.
The crunch of tires on gravel snapped the moment. Mom's eyes flew open. "Jaldi jao!" she hissed, voice sharp as a whip. I bolted to the door, heart pounding, and dropped to lick Chachi's dusty feet the second she stepped inside. No reaction from her—just a cool glance as she sank onto the sofa, legs crossed like a queen claiming her throne.
Mom sauntered in from behind, hips swaying with that confident sway that always made my cock twitch. "Kya hua hy, darling?" she purred, pressing close.
"Aaj bahut difficult customers aaye the," Chachi replied, her tone dry and witty, a smirk playing on her lips. "Idiots who think they can haggle with a woman who knows her worth. My pussy's still throbbing from the frustration—horny as hell and twice as wet."
Mom beckoned me forward with a finger, her eyes gleaming. She grabbed my hair and shoved my face between Chachi's thighs, the heat radiating through her skirt. I stuck my tongue out eagerly, but Mom's hand cracked across my cheek. "Fir bina bole lagta hy punishment chahiye," she said, voice laced with sharp amusement. "You think that dripping pussy serves itself?"
I knew the drill—Chachi's bad moods meant severe games. No mercy, just raw command. I pressed in harder, tongue lapping at the damp fabric, tasting her arousal as it soaked through. Chachi chuckled low, fingers threading into my hair to hold me firm. "Good boy. Keep that tongue working while I decide how hard to fuck your mom's ass tonight. She's been begging for it, haven't you, sister?"
Mom laughed, strong and unyielding, her hand sliding down to stroke Chachi's thigh. "Only if you make me sweat and pant first. My pussy's already dripping at the thought of that strapon stretching me while he watches, cock hard and useless."
Chachi's grip tightened, her breath quickening as my tongue found bare skin. The air thickened with sweat and need, her pussy wet and inviting, promising an explosive release that would leave us all panting and spent.
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