I pulled into our Mumbai building's underground parking as the sun dipped low, painting the evening sky in fiery oranges through the windshield, the humid air thick with exhaust and distant street food sizzle when I stepped out. My jeans still carried the sticky remnants of the theater MILF's creamy release soaked into the fabric, her musky scent clinging to my skin beneath my shirt—a secret thrill that made my cock twitch half-hard again as I rode the elevator up, the faint buttery popcorn aroma mixing with raw sex in my memory.
The front door clicked open to the warm glow of home lights and the rich, spiced aroma of Priya's homemade butter chicken simmering on the stove—garlic, ginger, creamy tomato gravy bubbling with tender meat, basmati rice steaming alongside fresh naan. My gorgeous blood-unrelated step-mom Priya stood naked at the counter as usual, her voluptuous MILF body glistening with a light sheen of kitchen sweat, massive heavy breasts swaying freely as she stirred, dark nipples stiff and begging, her big ass jiggling softly while thick strands of arousal leaked steadily from her shaved pink pussy down her thick thighs, leaving shiny trails on the marble floor. My big step-sister Neha lounged nearby on a kitchen stool, equally nude, her hourglass curves on full display—enormous tits heaving with each breath, her swollen pussy lips parted and dripping fresh nectar onto the seat cushion as she chopped onions, eyes flicking up with that familiar yandere gleam.
"Welcome home, beta," Priya purred huskily, turning to reveal her dripping cunt fully, clit engorged and pulsing. "Dinner's almost ready… but you smell like you've already had dessert." Her nose wrinkled playfully, sniffing the air as she stepped closer, massive tits brushing my chest.
Neha's eyes narrowed instantly, possessive fire sparking as she slid off the stool, her big ass rippling, pussy leaking more visibly. "Husband… whose pussy have you been in?" she whispered dangerously, pressing against me from the side, one hand drifting to palm my crotch where my cock hardened under her touch. The jealousy sent a thrill through me, but before I could answer, she yanked my jeans down, freeing my thick shaft—still slick with the MILF's dried juices—and inhaled deeply. "Some stranger's… but you're mine."
Priya laughed softly, wicked and understanding, as she knelt without hesitation, her warm tongue lapping broad strokes along my veiny length to clean the evidence, tasting the anonymous woman's tangy remnants mixed with my precum. "Share with your step-mom, Neha," she murmured against my skin, sucking the head greedily while Neha joined her—sisters in devotion, their tongues swirling together around my cock in sloppy, saliva-dripping tandem, moans vibrating through me as they fought playfully for every inch.
The kitchen filled with obscene wet slurps and their slutty hums, the butter chicken's spicy scent clashing erotically with the sharp musk of three aroused cunts—Priya's and Neha's dripping freely now, puddles forming on the floor. I gripped their hair, thrusting shallowly into their fused mouths, watching Priya's massive tits bounce and Neha's heart-shaped eyes lock on mine with obsessive love.
But Neha pulled back first, panting, drool stringing from her lips. "No… I need you inside me first, husband. Prove it again." She bent over the counter beside the stove, spreading her thick ass cheeks to expose her gaping, creamy pink hole—still leaking our earlier loads—begging with a wiggle.
Priya nodded approvingly, fingering her own sopping pussy as she watched. I stepped behind Neha, rubbing my slick cockhead along her swollen folds, teasing her throbbing clit until she whimpered desperately, then slammed in balls-deep with one brutal thrust—her tight walls clenching like a vice, squelching loudly as frothy juices splashed out. "Ahh! Yes, husband—fuck your big step-sister's pussy!" Neha screamed, pushing back greedily.
I pounded her medium rhythm at first, building to hard, punishing slams—wet flesh slaps echoing off the tiles, my balls smacking her clit relentlessly, her big ass rippling with every impact as creamy nectar sprayed down our thighs. Priya moved to Neha's front, crushing her mouth in a deep, saliva-swapping kiss while pinching her stiff nipples, muffling her moans as she plunged fingers into her own gushing cunt beside them.
The tension coiled unbearably—spices burning the air, sweat slicking our bodies, Neha's walls fluttering wildly—until we shattered: Neha's pussy spasming in violent milking waves, squirting hot floods around my shaft that soaked the counter; Priya fingering herself to a shuddering climax, juices splattering the floor; my cock erupting thick ropes deep into Neha's womb, filling her until cum leaked in pearly globs down her legs.
Panting, I pulled out slowly, watching the creamy waterfall from her gaping hole. Priya immediately knelt to lap it clean—tongue delving deep into Neha's pulsing cunt, swallowing our mixed release with slutty moans—while Neha turned to kiss me possessively, tasting the MILF on my lips.
"Dinner can wait," Priya murmured huskily, standing with cum-smeared lips. "Your step-mom needs her turn next… in bed, all three of us."
We nodded, tangled and glowing, heading upstairs hand-in-hand—dinner forgotten as the promise of a long, filthy night loomed, Mumbai's night sounds filtering in like applause for our endless cravings.