The breakfast table glistened with scattered droplets—coffee forgotten, plates pushed aside, the wooden surface slick with streaks of Priya's squirt and the pearly remnants of Aryan's last release dripping from Riya's thighs. The air hung thick and heavy, saturated with the musky tang of sex: the salty-sweet aroma of cum mingling with the sharper, tangy scent of female arousal, undercut by the faint, creamy warmth of Priya's skin lotion.
Aryan leaned back in his chair, chest heaving, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with a sheen of mixed juices that caught the morning light. Riya knelt between his legs, her tongue tracing lazy, deliberate circles around the sensitive head, savoring the lingering flavor of her mother's pussy blended with his seed. Her perky breasts swayed gently with each bob of her head, nipples stiff and flushed dark rose from Priya's earlier pinching, the faint imprints of fingers still visible on the soft, yielding flesh.
Priya stood beside them, her sheer robe hanging open like a useless veil, exposing the full swell of her heavy D-cup breasts—marked with fresh hickeys blooming purple-red across the pale curves, nipples swollen to fat, throbbing peaks from relentless sucking. Rivers of cum trickled down her inner thighs in slow, viscous trails, cooling against her heated skin as they reached her knees. She reached down, fingers threading through Riya's damp hair, guiding her daughter's mouth deeper onto Aryan's shaft.
"Take him all, baby," Priya murmured, voice husky and thick with renewed lust. "Feel how he twitches on your tongue… taste how full Mommy's pussy made him."
Riya moaned around the thick girth filling her mouth, the vibration sending electric jolts up Aryan's spine. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, saliva pooling and dripping in silvery strands from her lips to coat his balls. Aryan groaned, hips bucking involuntarily, the wet, obscene sounds of her slurping echoing in the sunlit kitchen.
But Priya's own need burned hotter. She climbed onto the table, spreading her thighs wide right in front of Aryan, her pussy lips puffy and parted, glistening with a creamy froth of their combined releases. The inner folds were flushed deep pink, clit peeking swollen and slick. "Your turn to taste us, beta," she whispered, voice trembling with erotic urgency.
Aryan leaned forward, hands gripping her thighs—fingers sinking into the plush, warm flesh—as his tongue delved in. The flavor exploded on his taste buds: his own salty cum mixed with Priya's sweeter, tangy nectar, thick and velvety. He lapped greedily, tongue scooping deep, feeling her walls flutter and clench around the intrusion. Priya's head fell back, a low, throaty moan escaping as her breasts heaved, nipples begging for attention.
Riya released his cock with a wet pop, crawling up to join. She latched onto Priya's left breast, mouth engulfing the swollen nipple, sucking with desperate hunger—teeth grazing just enough to make Priya gasp. Aryan mirrored her on the right, his lips sealing around the fat bud, tongue flicking rapidly while his mouth pulled in rhythmic tugs. The dual assault on her sensitive peaks sent sparks straight to Priya's core; her pussy gushed anew, coating Aryan's chin in fresh squirt.
The tension built like a slow-burning fire—every suck drawing out wet smacks, every thrust of Aryan's tongue eliciting slick squelches, the room filled with their mingled moans and the heady scent of sweat-slicked skin.
They migrated to the living room couch, bodies entangled in a heated trail of kisses and touches. Priya lay back against the plush cushions, legs splayed invitingly, her pussy a creamy, inviting mess that pulsed with aftershocks. Aryan knelt between her thighs, cock throbbing anew—veins prominent, head slick with precum—as he rubbed the tip teasingly along her slit, parting the swollen lips but not entering.
"Beg for it, Mommy," he growled, voice rough with restrained need, leaning down to capture her nipple between his teeth, tugging slowly until it stretched and snapped back.
Priya whimpered, hips bucking upward, chasing friction. "Please, beta… fill me. Stretch Mommy's dripping cunt with that big cock."
Riya straddled Priya's face, lowering her own soaked pussy onto her mother's waiting mouth. Priya's tongue plunged in instantly, lapping at the cum-filled depths with fervent strokes, tasting Aryan's thick load oozing from her daughter. Riya gasped, grinding down, her perky tits bouncing as she reached forward to pinch Priya's nipples—twisting the raw, sensitive buds until Priya's muffled cries vibrated against her clit.
Aryan finally thrust in—slow, deliberate, inch by torturous inch—feeling Priya's velvety walls grip and ripple around him, hot and slick with residual cream. The sensation was overwhelming: the tight heat, the wet friction, the obscene squelch as he bottomed out, balls pressing against her ass. He pulled back almost fully, watching strings of their juices stretch and break, before slamming home again.
The rhythm built—deep, grinding thrusts that made Priya's breasts jiggle wildly. Aryan and Riya leaned toward each other over Priya's body, mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling as they shared the taste of family arousal. Riya's hand snaked down to rub Priya's clit in furious circles while Aryan mauled her swinging tits, alternating sucks—mouth hot and wet, teeth nipping, tongue soothing the ache.
Priya came first, pussy convulsing in powerful spasms, squirting hard around Aryan's pistoning cock, soaking his pelvis and the couch beneath. The clench milked him relentlessly; he buried deep, groaning into her breast as he flooded her again—rope after thick rope of hot cum painting her insides, overflowing in creamy rivulets.
Riya followed, grinding harder on Priya's tongue, her own climax crashing as Priya sucked her clit swollen and throbbing.
Spent but insatiable, they collapsed in a heap on the rug—skin flushed and slick with sweat, the air thick with the pungent aroma of endless breeding. Aryan's cock rested half-buried in Riya's tight pussy as she lay atop him, slow lazy rocks keeping him hard inside her. Priya spooned behind Riya, fingers teasing her daughter's clit while her other hand kneaded Aryan's balls, feeling them heavy and full again already.
Soft sucks filled the quiet: Aryan's mouth on Riya's perky nipple, gentle now, nursing with tender pulls; Priya's lips on Riya's neck, trailing to join Aryan at the breast. The shared worship heightened the intimate tension—every flick of tongue, every subtle clench of pussy around cock building toward the next inevitable release.
"This is our life now," Priya whispered against sweat-damp skin, voice laced with erotic promise. "Pussies always wet, tits always sucked… family bound by cum."
Riya clenched around Aryan, moaning softly. "Forever, Mommy."
Aryan thrust up gently, mouth never leaving her nipple. The day stretched on—sensory overload in every touch, taste, and thrust.
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