Morning sunlight pierced the lace curtains of our Mumbai bedroom, casting golden patterns across the tangled sheets where my big blood-unrelated step-sister Neha and I lay entwined, my rock-hard morning erection still buried balls-deep inside her scalding, creamy pussy from our slow lovemaking the day before. Neha jolted awake with a sharp gasp, tears already streaming down her flushed cheeks as the remnants of her nightmare gripped her—dreaming I'd abandoned her and our step-mom Priya for another woman. She clung to me desperately, her massive tits heaving against my chest, pussy clenching in panicked spasms around my throbbing shaft. "Why did you leave me, husband?" she sobbed, voice breaking with raw fear.
I froze in shock at first, then cupped her tear-streaked face tenderly, thrusting once instinctively to remind her I was here. "I'm not going anywhere, wife—I love you more than anything," I murmured, kissing away her tears. But her eyes searched mine, unconvinced, pleading. "Show me how much you love me… prove it."
A dangerous glint sparked in my eyes—no mercy this time. Still impaled deep inside her dripping heat, I rolled us gently until she was beneath me in missionary, her thick legs spreading wide in invitation. I crushed my mouth to hers in a fierce, claiming kiss—tongues battling wetly, saliva dripping in messy strings between our lips as I sucked hungrily on her full lower lip. Only then did I start moving—deep, rhythmic thrusts that built from teasing glides to medium-paced pounding, my heavy balls slapping wetly against her big ass with every plunge, the lewd impacts echoing through the humid room alongside the obscene squelch of her soaked cunt gripping my veiny shaft.
Neha's legs locked tight around my waist, heels digging into my back to pull me deeper, her hands ruffling and tugging my hair possessively as we kissed without breaking—exchanging hot, slippery saliva in sloppy, breathless frenzy. I gripped her head firmly with both hands, fingers tangled in her damp locks, holding her steady as I fucked her relentlessly, angling to grind my ridge against her spongy inner spot until her walls fluttered wildly. The air thickened with the sharp musk of her gushing arousal, sweat beading on our skin, her massive tits bouncing with each slam, dark nipples scraping my chest.
Unbeknownst to us at first, our gorgeous step-mom Priya had slipped into the room, phone in hand, recording every filthy detail—the wet slaps, Neha's muffled moans into my mouth, my grunts of possession—while perched on the edge of the bed, nightie hiked up, plunging three fingers deep into her own dripping pink pussy with frantic squelches, her free hand pinching her stiff nipples as she watched hungrily.
Hours blurred in that intense rhythm, tension coiling like a spring until we shattered simultaneously—Neha's cunt clamping down in violent, milking spasms, squirting hot floods around my cock that soaked the sheets; my shaft erupting in thick, pulsing ropes that flooded her womb, overflowing in creamy rivulets down her ass. I collapsed onto her lush body, panting, cock still buried deep and twitching inside her, refusing to pull out.
Neha's tears turned to blissful smiles, her yandere eyes glowing with hearts again. "I knew it… you always love me, husband. You're mine."
Priya stopped the recording with a soft beep, her fingers glistening with her own release, and slid onto the bed beside us, stroking Neha's thigh. "When can your step-mom have my son's cock again, beta?" she purred, voice husky.
Neha smirked possessively, clenching around me. "I don't know… fine, you can have him at night."
Priya nodded with a wicked grin, and the three of us—me still plugged inside my big step-sister—curled together in a warm, naked tangle, drifting into a deep, satisfied nap, the room heavy with the scent of our shared ecstasy
I woke slowly in the humid hush of our Mumbai bedroom, golden afternoon light filtering through the curtains, my cock still buried balls-deep inside my big blood-unrelated step-sister Neha's scalding, creamy pussy—her tight walls pulsing softly around me even in sleep, thick strands of our mixed cum plugging her full and leaking slowly onto the sheets. My morning erection throbbed insistently, stretching her anew, and Neha stirred with a reluctant whimper, her possessive arms tightening around me one last time before she sighed. "Fine, husband… but only because you need a break," she murmured, eyes still heavy with yandere adoration as she lifted her lush hips. My shaft slipped free with a lewd, wet pop, unleashing a thick gush of our combined releases—like a creamy torrent—pouring from her gaping pink lips, soaking her thighs and the bed in warm rivulets. The sharp musk of fresh sex hung thick in the air as I kissed her forehead and slipped out of the room.
Downstairs, my gorgeous step-mom Priya lounged naked on the living room sofa, her voluptuous MILF body glistening with sweat in the humid heat, massive breasts heaving as she spread her thick thighs wide. Her shaved pussy was a dripping mess—swollen lips parted, inner folds glistening with fresh arousal and remnants of yesterday's play, thick nectar trailing down to puddle on the cushion. "Come, beta… fuck your step-mommy's pussy," she purred huskily, fingers teasing her engorged clit as her dark eyes burned with need.
I groaned at the sight, my cock twitching half-hard, but shook my head. "I want to take a break, step-mom." Disappointment flickered across her face, her big ass shifting restlessly, but understanding softened her gaze—she knew I'd been buried non-stop in my big step-sister Neha's insatiable cunt ever since her return. "I understand, love," Priya whispered tenderly, blowing me a kiss as I nodded and headed upstairs alone, closing my bedroom door with a soft click.
The room was quiet, ceiling fan whirring lazily as I picked up my phone and saw missed calls and a message from my homeroom teacher, Ms. Aisha—the stunning, curvaceous woman I'd been secretly fucking for months. I dialed her back, heart racing. She answered immediately, voice breathy and worried. "Hubby, why didn't you pick up my calls? I was so scared…"
"I was busy with… homework," I replied smoothly, already imagining her in her empty staff room.
"Oh… oh, I see," Ms. Aisha giggled knowingly, her tone turning sultry. "When are we going on that date, my love? 🌹 My pussy's wet and dripping just thinking of you—throbbing, leaking down my thighs…"
"How about tomorrow?" I suggested, cock stirring at her words.
She let out a tiny, excited moan—clearly already fingering herself, the faint wet sounds audible over the line. "Alright, alright… imagine me ready for you: black stockings hugging my legs, black panties fully soaked with my juices, clinging to my shaved cunt, and a tight black dress barely hiding how desperate I am for your cock, hubby."
"I understand," I growled, palming my hardening shaft as I pictured her—fingers plunging deep into her pink, dripping hole right now, big tits straining her blouse as she edged herself. "Bye." I hung up, tossing the phone aside with a grin.
Settling at my computer desk, the screen's glow cutting through the dim room, I opened my coding project—the simple puzzle game app I'd been designing for months. It was almost ready: clean UI, addictive levels, smooth mechanics. With a few final clicks, I compiled and launched it for beta testing, uploading to the Apple App Store and Google Play Store. It wouldn't make millions, but the portfolio boost would shine in big company interviews—"Show us your experience," they'd say, and I'd demo this polished gem.
I leaned back, watching real-time backend data trickle in—downloads, sessions, retention. At first I ignored the slow climb, queuing up a movie instead, the action scenes flickering as I relaxed. But hours later, checking again, the numbers surprised me: decent downloads rolling in steadily, not bad for a solo first release. Some ad revenue and in-app purchases would trickle in—enough pocket money to feel good.
With tomorrow's date burning in my mind—Ms. Aisha's soaked black panties waiting—I booked a private luxury hotel suite online: discreet, soundproof, perfect for hours of raw fucking. I added a bulk pack of condoms to the cart, everything ready for the filthy fun ahead.
Satisfied, cock twitching at the anticipation, I crawled into bed alone, the sheets still faintly scented with Neha and Priya, and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.