The clock on the nightstand glowed 12:07 AM. The room smelled of sex and sweat, sheets twisted at the foot of the bed. Priya lay on her side, one leg hooked over Aryan's hip, his cock still half-buried in her swollen pussy. Cum oozed out in slow rivulets, pooling on the mattress. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples dark and puffy from hours of sucking.
Aryan stirred, eyes fluttering open. The sight of her glistening folds gripping his shaft made him twitch inside her. "Mom… still so wet."
Priya smiled sleepily, clenching around him. "Always for you, beta. Mommy's pussy never closes."
He rolled her onto her back, sliding deeper. Slow, sleepy thrusts—wet, sloppy sounds filling the silence. He lowered his mouth to her left breast, sucking gently, tongue swirling the tender bud. Priya moaned, fingers threading through his hair, holding him there.
"Suck harder… make it ache."
He did, drawing the nipple deep, teeth grazing. Her pussy fluttered in response, another slow orgasm building. Aryan switched breasts, lavishing the same attention until both nipples stood rigid and shining.
They stumbled to the bathroom, legs shaky. Hot water cascaded over them. Priya pressed against the glass, ass arched. Aryan entered her from behind, hands cupping her heavy, soapy tits. He fucked her slow and deep, thumbs circling her nipples until they slipped from his fingers.
She turned, dropping to her knees. Water streamed down her face as she took him in her mouth, tasting their combined juices. But he pulled her up—pussy only. Lifted her against the wall, legs around his waist, and slid back in.
"Fuck me standing, honey… use Mommy like a toy."
He did, hips snapping, water splashing. Her tits bounced with each thrust; he buried his face between them, sucking both nipples at once, biting softly. Priya came with a muffled scream against his shoulder, pussy gushing down his thighs.
5:30 AM. The sky blushed pink over Mumbai. They'd moved to the balcony, wrapped in a thin blanket. Priya sat on Aryan's lap on the lounge chair, facing him, his cock buried to the root. The city stirred below, but they didn't care.
She rode him slowly, breasts swaying in his face. He latched onto one, sucking rhythmically as she ground her clit against his pelvis. The cool morning air tightened her nipples further; he pinched and tugged, making her whimper.
"Imagine the neighbors watching," she whispered, pussy clenching. "Seeing you suck Mommy's tits while you breed her."
The thought sent him over. He gripped her ass, thrusting up hard, filling her again. Priya came with him, a soft cry swallowed by the wind, her juices dripping onto the chair.
By 8 AM, they were back in bed. Priya on her stomach, Aryan draped over her, cock sliding in and out with lazy precision. He suckled her breast from the side, hand kneading the other. Her pussy was a creamy, frothy mess—cum from countless loads, her own squirt, slick and endless.
"Every morning," she murmured, pushing back. "Start the day in Mommy's pussy. End it there too."
Aryan groaned, sucking harder. "Yes, Mom… forever."
The cycle continued—fuck, suck, fill, repeat. Her breasts never left his mouth for long; her pussy never empty. Top of the class had unlocked more than a reward.
It had become their life.
The phone buzzed on the nightstand—8:44 AM, November 11, 2025. Aryan's alarm for his 10 AM lecture. But he didn't move. Couldn't. His cock was buried deep in Priya's pussy, her walls fluttering in sleep. She lay on her side, one leg thrown over his hip, his mouth latched to her right breast like it was his lifeline.
Priya stirred at the vibration, clenching around him. "Mmm… ignore it, beta. Mommy's pussy is your only class today."
Aryan groaned, sucking harder. The nipple popped from his lips with a wet sound, swollen and red. He thrust lazily, stirring the thick load he'd pumped into her at dawn. "Can't skip again, Mom… third time this week."
She rolled atop him, pinning him down. Her heavy tits dangled in his face, nipples brushing his lips. "Then fuck me quick. One fast load before you go."
He grabbed her hips, slamming up. The bed creaked violently. Priya rode him hard, pussy squelching with every drop. Her tits bounced wildly; he caught one, sucking greedily, teeth grazing the peak. She pinched the other nipple herself, twisting until milk-white beads of sweat formed.
"Cum in me, honey… mark Mommy before you leave."
Aryan roared, hips bucking. Hot spurts flooded her, overflowing instantly. Priya ground down, clit rubbing his pelvis, and came with a sharp cry—her squirt mixing with his cum, soaking the sheets.
Aryan sat in the back row, half-hard in his jeans. The professor droned about thermodynamics, but all he saw was Priya's tits—how they'd looked at 8:44, nipples raw, pussy dripping his load down her thighs as she waved him off with a kiss.
His phone buzzed.
**Mom ❤️**: *Pussy still full of you. Come home at lunch. Tits need sucking.*
He shifted, cock throbbing. Another buzz—photo. Priya on the couch, legs spread, fingers parting her creamy folds. Cum oozed out in a thick string.
He texted back: *Skipping next class.*
He burst through the door. Priya waited in the hallway, naked, tits heaving. She dropped to her knees, yanking his pants down. One swipe of her tongue cleaned the precum, then she stood, turned, and braced against the wall.
"Fuck me standing. Now."
Aryan slammed in, balls-deep. The impact made her tits swing; he reached around, mauling them, pinching nipples hard. Priya screamed, pussy gushing down his shaft. He spun her, lifted her leg, and pounded deeper—mouth on her breast, sucking like a starving man.
"Drink from me while you breed me!"
He did, teeth tugging, tongue lashing. She came twice—once when he bit down, again when he flooded her womb. Cum dripped to the floor in thick globs.
Back home for good. Books open on the table—but forgotten. Priya bent over his textbook, ass up, pussy presented. Aryan fucked her slow and deep, one hand on her clit, the other kneading her hanging tit.
"Study while you fuck," she gasped. "Multitasking, beta."
He laughed, thrusting harder. The book blurred—diagrams replaced by the sight of her creamy hole swallowing him. He pulled out, rubbed his cockhead against her clit, then slid back in. Her tits dragged across the pages, nipples smearing ink.
"Cum on the chapter," she begged. "Mark it like you mark me."
He did—pulling out at the last second, painting the open textbook with ropes of cum. Then back inside, pushing it deeper into her pussy with his thrusts.
Back in bed. Priya on her back, legs over his shoulders, folded in half. Aryan's cock pistoned relentlessly, her tits bouncing into his waiting mouth. He sucked one, then the other—alternating, biting, soothing with his tongue.
"Never stop," she sobbed, another orgasm ripping through her. "This pussy… these tits… yours forever."
He came with a growl, flooding her one last time. Collapsed atop her, mouth still latched, gently nursing as they drifted off.
The alarm was set for 6 AM tomorrow.
But they both knew—he'd never make it to class.
The front door clicked open just as Aryan was pulling out of Priya for the third time that afternoon—thick strands of cum bridging his cock to her gaping, creamy pussy. Priya lay sprawled on the dining table, legs trembling, tits heaving, nipples raw and glistening.
**"Surprise, bhaiya!"**
Aryan froze. Priya's eyes widened.
Standing in the doorway, suitcase in hand, was **Riya**—Priya's 19-year-old daughter, Aryan's younger sister. Freshly back from her first semester at Delhi University. Petite, athletic from college dance team, with the same dark eyes and full lips as her mother. Her tight crop top hugged perky C-cup breasts; yoga pants clung to a round, toned ass.
She dropped the bag. Stared. Then… **smiled**.
"Top of the class, huh?" Riya's voice was teasing, low. She stepped inside, shutting the door. "Mom wasn't kidding in her texts."
Priya sat up slowly, cum dripping from her pussy onto the table. She didn't cover herself. "Beta… you're early."
Riya kicked off her shoes. "Flight got in sooner. Figured I'd surprise you." Her gaze flicked to Aryan's still-hard cock, slick with their mother's juices. "Looks like *I'm* the one surprised."
Aryan's brain short-circuited. "Riya, I—"
She held up a hand. "Relax, bhaiya. Mom told me *everything*. The deal. The reward. How you've been… *studying*." She licked her lips. "And honestly? I've been touching myself in my dorm every night thinking about it."
Priya's breath hitched. "Riya…"
Riya peeled off her crop top in one motion. No bra. Her breasts bounced free—firm, high, dark nipples already stiff. "I got an A in anatomy," she said, stepping closer. "Wanna see how well I learned?"
Aryan's cock throbbed harder than ever. Priya slid off the table, legs shaky, and pulled Riya into a slow, open-mouthed kiss. Mother and daughter—tongues dancing, hands roaming. Priya cupped Riya's tits, thumbing her nipples. Riya moaned into her mother's mouth, one hand sliding down to finger Priya's cum-soaked pussy.
Aryan watched, stroking himself. "Fuck…"
Riya broke the kiss, turned to him. "Your turn, topper."
She dropped to her knees beside Priya. Together, mother and daughter licked his cock clean—Priya on the shaft, Riya on the head, their tongues meeting in wet, sloppy kisses around him. Riya's mouth was tighter, hungrier. She took him deep, gagging softly, while Priya sucked his balls.
Then Riya stood, shimmied out of her yoga pants. No panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already glistening. "I want what Mom got," she whispered. "But first… I want to taste her on you."
She pushed Aryan onto the couch, straddled him reverse, and sank down slowly. Her tight, virgin-like pussy stretched around him with a wet *schlick*. "Oh *fuck*… so much bigger than my dildo…"
Priya knelt in front of them, spreading Riya's ass cheeks. She licked where they joined—tongue flicking Riya's clit, lapping up the leaking cum. Riya bounced faster, tits jiggling. Aryan reached around, grabbing them—smaller than Priya's, but perfect handfuls. He pinched her nipples hard.
"Mommy… suck my tits," Riya gasped.
Priya stood, leaning over the couch back. Riya latched onto her mother's breast like a starving kitten, sucking hard while riding her brother. Priya moaned, cradling Riya's head, then leaned down to kiss Aryan—tasting herself on his tongue.
They moved to the bedroom. Riya on her back, legs spread wide. Aryan between her thighs, pounding deep. Priya straddled Riya's face, grinding her creamy pussy on her daughter's eager tongue.
"Eat Mommy's cum-filled cunt, baby," Priya purred, pinching Riya's nipples. "Taste how much your brother breeds us."
Riya moaned into her, tongue scooping out thick loads. Aryan watched, fucking harder. He leaned forward, sucking Priya's swinging tits while Riya licked her clit. The room filled with wet slurps, moans, the slap of skin.
Riya came first—pussy clamping down, squirting around Aryan's cock. He pulled out, shoved into Priya's mouth for three thrusts, then back into Riya, flooding her with the rest of his load.
Dinner was forgotten. They lay tangled on the bed—Priya in the middle, Aryan's cock in her pussy, Riya's fingers in her ass (no penetration, just teasing). Riya suckled one of Priya's nipples; Aryan the other.
"From now on," Priya murmured, clenching around Aryan, "top grades get *both* of us. Pussies on demand. Tits to suck whenever you want."
Riya grinned, licking cum from her lips. "And if *I* get straight As next semester… I want bhaiya's cock in *me* while Mom sits on my face."
Aryan thrust deeper into Priya. "Deal."
The family had a new curriculum.
And class was **always** in session.
Sunlight poured through the bedroom windows, warming the tangled heap of bodies on the king-sized bed. Aryan woke first, his cock already rock-hard and nestled between Priya's plush thighs, the tip teasing her slick entrance. Riya was curled against his back, her perky tits pressed to his skin, one hand lazily cupping his balls in her sleep.
Priya stirred, clenching around nothing. "Mmm… good morning, beta." She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy glistened—still creamy from last night's endless loads. "Feed on Mommy while you fuck me awake."
Aryan didn't hesitate. He slid into her in one smooth thrust, her walls welcoming him with a wet squelch. Priya moaned, arching to push her heavy breasts toward his mouth. He latched onto her left nipple, sucking deep and hard, tongue swirling the stiff peak. Milk-white beads of sweat formed as he nursed greedily.
Riya's eyes fluttered open. She grinned, watching her brother devour their mother's tits. "Save some for me, bhaiya." She crawled down, positioning herself between Priya's thighs. Aryan's cock pistoned in and out, coated in creamy froth. Riya leaned in, tongue flicking Priya's swollen clit while lapping at the juices coating Aryan's shaft.
Priya cried out, fingers tangling in Riya's hair. "Yes, baby… eat Mommy while your brother breeds me."
Aryan switched nipples, biting gently, making Priya's pussy spasm. Riya's tongue danced faster, occasionally sucking Aryan's balls. The dual assault sent Priya over—her cunt gushing around Aryan's cock, squirting onto Riya's chin.
Aryan pulled out of Priya with a wet pop, strings of cum stretching between them. Riya immediately pounced, pushing him onto his back. "My turn, topper."
She straddled him, sinking down onto his slick cock. Her tighter pussy gripped him like a vice, making him groan. Riya's perky tits bounced as she started riding—smaller than Priya's, but perfect, nipples hard as diamonds.
Priya knelt beside them, offering her breasts to Riya. "Suck Mommy while you fuck your brother."
Riya latched on eagerly, mouth engulfing Priya's nipple, sucking hard enough to leave fresh marks. Priya moaned, pinching Riya's free nipple, twisting it until the girl whimpered around the bud.
Aryan thrust up, hands on Riya's hips. "Fuck, sis… so tight." He reached up, capturing her other breast, thumbing the nipple before leaning in to suck it himself. Riya's pussy clenched in response, juices dripping down his balls.
Priya switched sides, feeding Riya her other tit. "Drink from me, beta… while bhaiya fills your little cunt."
Riya came hard, grinding down, her walls milking Aryan. He followed, pumping thick ropes deep inside her, overflowing instantly.
The three stumbled to the master bathroom, bodies sticky and satisfied—but not done. Hot water cascaded over them. Priya pressed against the tiled wall, ass arched. Aryan entered her from behind, slow and deep, hands mauling her swinging tits.
Riya knelt in front, tongue lapping at Priya's clit and Aryan's thrusting cock. Water streamed down Priya's curves, making her nipples slick. Aryan pulled out briefly, letting Riya suck him clean before sliding back into their mother.
Then switch—Riya against the wall, Aryan pounding her tight hole while Priya sucked her daughter's perky tits, biting the nipples until Riya sobbed in pleasure.
"Mommy… harder," Riya begged. Priya obliged, teeth tugging as Aryan flooded Riya again.
They rotated endlessly—pussies fucked, tits worshipped, mouths tasting everything. Cum and squirt mixed with water, swirling down the drain.
Finally dressed (barely—Priya in a sheer robe, Riya in panties only), they sat for coffee. But Aryan's cock tented his shorts. Riya noticed first, crawling under the table.
She freed him, sucking sloppily while Priya watched, fingers in her own pussy. Then Priya joined her daughter on the floor—mother and daughter sharing his cock, tongues swirling together.
Aryan groaned, pulling them up one by one—fucking Priya bent over the table, then Riya beside her. Tits pressed to the wood, nipples dragged across the surface as he alternated thrusts.
"Both pussies… always," he growled, cumming in Riya while fingering Priya to squirt.
Priya smiled, licking cum from Riya's thighs. "Family breakfast complete."
Riya giggled, pulling Aryan down for a kiss. "Can't wait for my exams… gonna ace them for this cock."
The day stretched ahead—endless fucking, sucking, breeding.
No one was leaving the house anytime soon.