The sounds of clapping flesh against each other began to echo in the area, the smell of cum started to feel intoxicating, and every movement started to feel much wetter and steamier.
Despite the cold weather, they both were dripping in sweat, and everything was just feeling like a dream where everything was feeling unreal, and seeing the faces of each other, even they couldn't believe that such a kind of tragedy could ever happen to them.
But still neither of them was ready to back down, as if they wanted to see it to the very end. The limits of lust began to shake with every pounding; something much deeper than mere lust started to form between them. Every exhausted movement was just building up more and more temptation in the situation.
The more they feel exhausted, the more they move, and yet neither of them is even paying attention to the game or the leaking cum from her cave with the shivering treasure of his that was continuously pounding his entire back, but the amount of cum was so immense that his attempts could only increase the stickiness and the wetness of the situation.
Soon the cards started to have strange faces on every card, and the exhaustion between them started to fade, and lust began to intensify more and more.
The wetness of her cave again started to drip, and her moans began to echo in the surrounding while on the other hand, the boy who was feeling that he might collapse soon started to feel insanely horny and aroused that his shivering treasure again got hard and his pounding started to become much rougher than before.
Now every pound was feeling nothing but a sole desire of lust in their hearts; soon the prints of roughness started to become visible on each of their bodies. The kid had prints of nails that were dug deep in his skin while pulling him closer, and she, on the other hand, had prints of love bites around her neck and nipples.
Such immense teasing and rough play continued for much time, but then as they were sunk in such pleasures, they heard a knock on the door, and a voice echoed in the room: 'Mom-brother, are you still inside? How much do I have to wait for food? Can anyone in this house be clear about it or do i have to sleep hungry only today?'
Hearing such words, the terror began to rise in both of their hearts, and the thoughts of getting caught began to cross their minds. Feeling the terror, panic rose pretty quickly, and she spoke in a terrorized and panicked tone: "Brat, what do we do now? What if she sees us like this? get away from me now; we can't afford to be caught in such situation!'
Hearing the panic tone of his mother, the panic also started catching me, but suddenly he remembered that even at the time with his teacher, the other people were not able to see them, and they easily got away with it.
Remembering that scene, the boy felt some assurance and in that assurance, he again started pounding her heavily while speaking in heavy tone: 'Mom we won't get caught if you just keep your voice down and we will be easily able to end it, and even my body is still not in my control, so we just have to end it quickly!'
Despite what the boy said, he was able to move his body, but seeing the tempting situation, he decided to keep up the act and just enjoy the situation like last time, but on the other hand, his mom had all sorts of panic and terror in her heart, and in such terror, getting pounded was way too strange, but she was still unable to move her body in escape.
And while his sister was knocking on the door, the boy was busy pounding his mom with every effort and thrill in his heart; every pound was ending up in moaning. Even the boy couldn't believe that just such kind of tension could make her insides this wet and tight that even he had to struggle while moving in and out.
But such pleasure moments got interrupted as the sound of the door opening echoed in the room; hearing the sound, the terror of getting caught began to engulf her heart while the kid was still busy pounding her more intensely than before and being assured that his sister wouldn't be able to see him or the entire scene.
But soon he heard a scream from behind; hearing the scream, he turned back and saw the shocked expression of his sister, and a few words of the scream echoed in the room: "Brat!" 'What are you doing with Mom? Get away from each other now!'
Hearing these words, both the boy and his mother had pale faces while looking at each other because they couldn't believe that they were really caught while doing such actions, and the one who caught them was no other than her own daughter.
Feeling the tension, the boy and she tried to move away from each other, but suddenly their bodies again stopped listening to them, and the movements again started from both sides.
Seeing how their bodies again started moving, the terror of cards again clutched their hearts, seeing how her daughter was standing right in front of her in shock while she was still riding her son's treasure.
It was nothing but a calamity for all of them, as if fate had turned entirely against them; the movements that were sinking pleasure a few moments back were now feeling like an ocean of guilt in their hearts.
And seeing how, despite her scream, they were still continuing the movements, her face turned extremely pink, and she again shouted in panic, 'What are you both doing? Stop it. You can't do such a thing. We are a family, and family doesn't do such things, not with each other or even in front of each other. STOP IT!!!
Hearing her words, the boy took a deep breath while speaking in panic: 'Sis, this isn't what it looks like; we were playing a weird game of cards and those cards did something to us and now we can't move our body, so help us and try to throw away those cards before they ruin more!'
Hearing his words, the face of hers turned red as she tried to cover her eyes while seeing such a vile intimate scene, but due to her own curiosity and strange forbidden thrill, she couldn't help but peek through the fingers and saw how the naked bodies of her brother and mother were clashing against each other and how every pump was forcing her to moan, how every thrust was just getting rougher.
But she takes a deep breath before shouting in panic: 'What are you saying, brat?' Don't you dare make up such weird stories, and you get away from Mom now only. I don't want to see either of you doing such things, and Mom, how are you even agreeing to this vile act? what will father say about this?'