The shower water still dripped from their bodies as Priya and Aryan stumbled out, towels hastily wrapped around sweat-slick skin. The air in the bathroom hung heavy with steam and the musky scent of their marathon—soap, jasmine, and thick cum that Priya had rubbed into her curves like a forbidden lotion.
Aryan pressed her against the sink, cock hardening again at the sight of her flushed face, lips swollen from sucking him dry. "One more quick—"
The front door clicked open downstairs.
"Ma? I'm home with Dev!" Rohan's voice echoed up the stairs, casual and oblivious.
Priya's eyes widened, a thrill sparking in them. "Hide in the closet. Now."
Aryan ducked into the walk-in, heart racing as Priya threw on a loose salwar kameez—thin cotton clinging to her damp body, nipples faintly visible. She checked herself in the mirror, wiping a stray drop of cum from her chin with a secretive smile, then descended.
"Welcome back, beta," she called, voice steady and warm. "And hello, Dev—haven't seen you in ages."
Rohan and his friend Dev were in the living room, bags dropped, chatting about college cricket matches. Priya busied herself in the kitchen, brewing chai, her mind replaying the shower— Aryan's thick loads coating her ass, spilling from her mouth, filling her pussy until it leaked down her thighs even now.
She felt it trickle slightly as she bent to grab cups, a shiver running through her. *God, so full... so naughty with him right here.*
Rohan flopped on the couch, Dev beside him fiddling with his phone. "Ma, you look... flushed. Hot yoga again?"
Priya laughed lightly, handing them steaming glasses. "Something like that. The heat's brutal today."
Dev glanced up, eyes lingering a second too long on her curves—the way the fabric hugged her breasts, still heaving slightly from overstimulation. "Aunty Priya, you always look amazing. Uncle Vikram's lucky."
She sat across from them, crossing her legs to stem the drip, thighs pressing together around Aryan's seed. The risk made her clit throb. From the stairs, Aryan watched through the banister slats—jealousy twisting with lust as Dev complimented her.
Priya caught his eye, winking subtly. *Jealous, beta? Good. Means you're obsessed too.*
The boys chatted—Rohan venting about exams, Dev joking about crushes. Priya nodded, sipping chai, but her free hand sneaked under the table, fingers tracing her inner thigh, dipping into the mess Aryan left. She bit her lip, stifling a soft moan disguised as a cough.
"Ma, you okay?" Rohan asked.
"Fine... just the steam from the chai." Her eyes flicked upstairs again, promising more.
Dev excused himself to the bathroom, and Rohan stepped out to grab snacks from the fridge. The second they were gone, Priya's hand flew to her phone, texting Aryan: *Come down. Quick taste.*
He crept silently, heart pounding, dropping to his knees behind the couch as she spread her legs slightly. Aryan buried his face between her thighs—tongue lapping the leaking cum from her pussy, clean and desperate. Priya gripped the armrest, face neutral, but her breath hitched.
Rohan's footsteps returned. Aryan pulled back just in time, vanishing upstairs as she composed herself.
The afternoon dragged—innocent family time laced with Priya's secret enjoyment. She laughed at Dev's stories, but her mind wandered to Aryan's tongue, his cock stretching her bare. *He's ruined me... but I love it.*
As the boys left for a game, Priya texted Aryan: *Upstairs. Now. Finish what we started.*
The door to her bedroom clicked shut. Aryan pinned her to the bed, cock sliding into her cum-slick heat. "Seeing him eye you... made me want to claim you harder."
Priya wrapped her legs around him, nails digging in. "Then do it. Breed your slutty Aunty again."
He railed her relentlessly—missionary turning rough, her screams muffled in pillows as another load flooded deep.
But downstairs, Rohan's forgotten phone buzzed—a text from Dev: *Your mom's hot AF. Lucky dude.*
Rohan would see it later. The secrets were piling up.