MY MOTHER IS A BITCH

Let me first introduce ourselves. I am an 18 yr old Bengali girl from a traditional Hindu family. I live with my mother and my father and my sister. My father was working in a small biscuit factory as an accounts Clark. My mother is also a Bengali lady around 38. She really has a sexy figure. A bit chubby, her best feature is her 36D boobs and her butts. You can feel her round ass through her saree. Sometimes when she wears transparent saree and nightie or gown at night she looks awesome. She is very jolly likes talking and smiling. Due to boredom sometimes she flirts with men though my dad never knew it. But as far as I knew she was devoted to my dad very much. My younger sister Pinky is just 15. She also looks very beautiful like me.
One day my mom got one phone call from my dad’s office. One employee from the office informed my mom that my father was arrested by the local police for some bribery charges. We rushed to the police station but were unable to release him spending the whole day in that police station. The factory manager Dilip sing was a very influential man and my dad was arrested as per his request. One constable in the police station told us it is not possible for them to release him now without proper investigation and they will appeal to the court to keep him in their custody for another 15 days. My mom started crying after listening that my dad have to spend at least 15 days in this jail. Then the constable told my mom to request Dilip Singh for my dad’s release. If he permits then they can discharge my dad easily. We returned to our home being very tired and frustrated. Next morning my mom called Mr Dilip over phone and asked for my dad’s release. My mom requested him many times but he was not ready to withdraw his report. The next day morning my mom called him again and started begging him. This time Mr. Sigh became slightly soft may be because of my mom’s crying and requested my mom to meet him in his residence office in the lunch time. My mom went to meet him in the afternoon and came back after three hours. Her hairs were untied; her lip color was dragged to her chin as if she was crying hard or washed her face with some cloth without caring about her lip color. When I asked her about the meeting, she told that Mr. Sing was busy in a meeting and told her to come tomorrow. For the next 4 days my mom went to meet him but failed because either he was busy in a meeting or was not present in his office in the lunchtime. But everyday when she returned I always found something unusual. Like one day I found her blouse was wet at places and a suspected bite mark in her neck. But I did not care much about this because I was very upset regarding my dad’s release. Fifth day when my mom went to meet him I found her very excited. That day I had a terrible headache. When after 3 hours she did not return home then I called him in her mobile.
Me : Mom where are you??

Mom: mmm…..Babu I will be late….(I could hear her breathing heavily,her voice chocking)….mmmm….hows your… mmmm….headache??

Me:I am fine…where are you??

Mom: Singh ji….is …mmmm/……showing some documents to me…….it can help your dad’s release…(I heard someone commanding from behind)….mmm…your mom is busy in the meeting with some company lawyers……..uff slowly baba……..what I was saying to you? …. yes…I will be slightly late today.

Before a can speak anything someone snapped the phone but I managed to hear a sharp moan of my loved mother. I kept wondering what become of her. After five hours she returned home. I opened the door and saw her standing with three heavily build men. She managed a smile and pointing to one guy out of them she said “ he is Mr. Dilip Singh.” She also said that other guys are his friends and they would have dinner with us and stay tonight. I nodded and watched her barely walk. Mr. Singh asked her to get bath while they sat down for T.V. I went near the bathroom and was very surprised to hear that she was singing a hit hindi flim song while taking her shower. At dinner table she served wearing a transparent nightie. I had never seen it and guessed Mr. Singh had bought it. She was flushed red in front of me while Mr. Singh chatted casually with me. He called mom by her name as if she was his wife and asked her to sit beside him. I could clearly see him putting his hand on my mom’s thigh. They casually chatted about the food while my mom looked down (I could see guilt and fear in her face). I was impatient to know her fate after the dinner. The thought of mom being forced in our house in front of me was making me go wet. After the dinner he whispered something to my mom, to which she was not ready and begged him for that. I couldn’t hear but I guessed he threatened her. Reluctantly she got up and asked me and my sister to come with her in her bedroom. When we entered in her bedroom I found that Mr. Singh and all his friends are waiting for us sitting on my mom’s bed. As soon as we entered one guy went near our bedroom door and locked it from the inside. They looked at us as though we were some trapped prey. They seemed to be in no hurry. They need not fear anything as now no one else will hear anything inside our house and everyone knows that we sleep around 10.30 and we cannot even expect a phone call. I looked at my mother expecting her to perform some miracle to save us. She asked Mr. Singh in a shivering voice what they wanted. One of them stepped forward and slapped her. He told her in a menacing voice, “Don’t talk unless we ask you”. He continued ‘we will take all that we want and more so don’t bother’. One of them, a man as dark as one could be with bulging eyes, asked Mr. Singh in a casual, matter of fact manner said, ‘ where do we start’. My sister let out a cry. She started sobbing. She was afraid. She didn’t understand anything. She just started crying. One of the tall persons came near, he just pulled my hair and slapped me, it was a stinging slap, I stared at him afraid even to cry. He said in a low voice, ‘ask that bitch to stop crying or you will get more’. That was enough; the voice and the slap made my sister stop as suddenly as she started. Her hands went up to her mouth as if to stop any sound escaping from her. We were never slapped or beaten before. We will start with my slut’ pointing to my mother Mr. Singh said. The guy again said “Singh Ji why don’t you go and start the show”. But Mr.Sing said “you go first. I have been fucking that bitch for the last 4 days”. The language was terrifying. It sent a chill up my spine. I understood what he meant. I don’t know whether my sister understood it or not. My mother looked shocked beyond any thing ever seen. Sweat was forming on her brows though the air conditioning was working. I could see her trying to control her shivering. Of late I came to understand what sexual arousal was. We were all in our nighties. Suddenly I realized I am no longer terrified. I was looking at the scene somewhat curiously. What will they do now? Are they just threatening us or will they really… A host of questions cropped up in my mind. The black man who asked Mr. Singh to start first, with his bulging eyes laughed crookedly and went near my mother. Her proud shoulders sagging. Her beautiful face now looked ugly. She raised her head helplessly to see what is going to happen. He commanded her to stand. She tried to stand up but her knees were weak and she almost fell back. He caught her shoulders and made her stand. Then he barked out “undress”. She didn’t understand him. She looked at him quizzically. He again said in a rough voice “remove your dress”. She was dazed. She didn’t move nor made any attempt to undress. One of the men silently came near me and pulled me up holding my hair. I screamed “No” and stood up not able to bear the pain. His hand suddenly lifted my nighty and tried to grope between my thighs. I screamed out and tried to wriggle free. Another was going near my sister. My mother shouted at the top of her lungs. “No, No, I will undress”. Frantically she tried to remove her nighty over her head. She had no bra, no panty, just a petticoat which came to just above her knees. Her 34 sized breasts were heaving wildly probably out of fright. Her large pink nipples were clearly visible from inside the petticoat. She had a bit thick thighs while her behind was full. She stood there in her petticoat. But he wanted her to remove even that. She really had no choice. She pulled the petticoat with trembling hands over her head. There she stood naked before all of us. Even I couldn’t stop appreciating her body. It had very little fat on it. Well carved, full and ripe. Her eyes were looking down out of shame. There was some hair around her pelvic region. She just stood there like a statue. Whether she really believed these guys will leave me out or was it that she lost her power to think rationally or is it that she was desperate and trying to gain time hoping something will happen in the meanwhile. At that moment I know that they will fuck all three of us. My knees went weak with this realization. I collapsed back on the bed. I was trembling with the realization of what was to come. I was worried about my sister. She probably didn’t realize what was to come or even understand what happened when they fuck her. Meanwhile the man barked another command to my mother, “Undress me”, this time there was no mistaking. My mother was now beyond shock. She mechanically undid his pant, unzipping him and then removed his shirt. He was stark naked. Black, stout, muscular and his organ was very thick. It was erect and there were a few drops of pre cum on its head. It was crooked. He told her to caress it. Her little palms went over it and caressed it delicately afraid he would get angry.

It grew in size with her caressing, becoming thicker and longer. “Hold my balls bitch” he was almost whispering. My mother held his balls and delicately caressed them. I looked at her face. The eyes were closed. Her face was impassive. He suddenly pulled her face towards him and started chewing her lower lip. Her body shook. Her hand tightened around his thick dick. Is she losing control over herself or was she trying to please him hoping he wouldn’t hurt her.

He was becoming restless. His body probably never felt this delicate touch. He looked straight out of gutters. His face rough with a scar extending down his left cheek. His hand moved over my mother’s stomach and was caressing it lightly. Then it moved up and held her left nipple and was lightly playing with it. I observed the nipple becoming hard. Then his other hand went down between her thighs. They were shut tightly. My mother probably understood his intention and separated them a little allowing his hand to move there. His finger poked and I guessed it must have made some inroads though I couldn’t see it. My mother’s face was flushing and her breath became heavy. I knew he was trying to arouse her and she was trying to control her feelings. Probably she wished he just raped her brutally instead of arousing her before her daughters. This man looked a brute but he had a way with women. I chided myself for these feelings. I wished this is over quickly. I knew I am getting wet down there observing this stimulating performance. Suddenly he told her to lie on the bed. My mother stepped back and quietly sat at first and then moved up, he said, “No, just lie on the edge” I didn’t understand what he meant but she understood. She moved to the edge her waist up was on the bed while her legs were hanging down the bed. He held her legs up as if he is a performer exhibiting his magic. He moved them apart. There I could see for the first time the often described love hole of my mother. It was open. The lips spread a bit. But it wasn’t large. How he is going to send the dick into it?

It was pink with hair on both sides. Her stomach was flat, her breasts now just spread a bit. Her eyes were closed. Probably she was anticipating that he will now get in. Her hands were gripping the bed sheet. My sister just put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. He moved between her legs. I couldn’t take off my eyes from the unfolding fuck. He held his thick penis near the opening of my mother’s pussy. It was really ugly to look at. A real monster. He poked the head between the vaginal lips as if clearing the way. Then unexpectedly he lounged forward with full force, I didn’t know what exactly happened, because his back obstructed my view, but my mother screamed, I never heard her scream that way, it was heart rendering, it was like an animal
wailing loudly. “NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” I understood he must have ploughed in tearing her apart. Her legs were flaying desperately to relieve the pain. He was bent over her. Probably he wanted this position to penetrate her fully at one stroke. Being a science student I knew this posture allowed him maximum penetration. Her hands were desperately trying to push him back as her waist was totally crushed by his weight. His hands held her hands and pushed them over her head. He was half bent over her. His mouth went near the right nipple and he started nibbling it holding it lightly between his teeth. She was totally under his control. Every muscle in her body dominated by his counter part, crushing them and taking a lot of pleasure out of it. I saw his waist moving very slowly. What is he doing? I think my mother tried to adjust herself to the implanted monster inside her. She was desperately trying to move her waist to make the way as smooth as possible. He again moved inside but slowly, he knew he had dominated her, that she is at his mercy. I saw glee on his face. I could see him only from one side. “You will enjoy this baby, you will enjoy this ride into heavens” he was muttering aloud. He started moving in and out slowly. His movement, controlled and rhythmic. He freed her hands and one of his hands went down trying something between her thighs. What is he doing I wondered. I didn’t know that he was holding my mother’s clit and caressing it while he stopped all movement for some time. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed but the lips were partially open, her legs were now on his back. Her hands were tightly gripping the pillow. What happened to her? There is no mark of pain anywhere? Just a few moments back she shouted as if she was about to die. Then I knew the man is not only dominating her but is also totally controlling her. His play with her clit probably aroused my mother, she was desperately trying to regain her control but unable to hold back, her waist moved a bit upwards as if it wanted him. He knew he had conquered her. He moved in for the kill. He gave one strong thrust and my mother moaned

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA” and she thrust her waist up, “good girl” he complimented her. Have the suppressed sexual feelings unleashed now? I know now it is no longer rape. She is enjoying it and wanted more. He moved in with quick deep thrusts each thrust eliciting an unsuppressed moan from my mother. The sounds were meaningless. Did she realize we were there? Her waist is now trying to match him. Her legs entwined his waist. He was feeling cramped. He removed her legs from around his waist and put them on his shoulders. I realized now it is going to be something different. There is no protest from my mother. Her eyes closed tightly not wanting to look at us. He went in with deep thrusts heaving my mother. Her body shook like a leaf in a storm with his thrusts and she moaned loudly “Godddddddd”. Did she ever have this experience before? She tried to hold his shoulders to stop herself from being pushed up the bed. He pulled her down a bit and bent down to take her lips. Her legs were bent up with her knees almost touching her shoulders. She was spread it out like a whore. Her waist rose unnaturally. He started pumping her like a piston moving fast. He covered her lips with her, her moans were now muffled. What I saw really upset me. Oh god he made my mother into a real slut before our eyes. I looked at my sister, I was surprised to see her looking at my mother with wonder in her eyes. There was no fear in them now. I felt my hand moving unconsciously towards my pussy, I knew it was damn wet there. His thrusts became stronger, the whole bed was shaking a bit, I saw my mother free her lips from his, she was breathing heavily, her hands gripping his shoulders fiercely. Her waist was trying to move fast. Something was welling up inside her. I realized she is reaching her orgasm. Oh my god I thought, she is actually going to cum in a rape. Then came the sound, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, NOoooooooooo” and her body gave a mighty jerk and became stiff. She was not allowing him to move. He too stopped. Probably he was gloating over his conquest. In a few seconds my mother’s body became limp. He withdrew from her. His pole still erect, hungry and glistening with the liquids. He looked at her and ordered, “Now that’s enough slut, get up and suck me”. Why didn’t he cum inside her? Is he exhibiting that he is the master of the situation and that she is his slave? My mother got up unwillingly; she might want to lie down for some time to savor her orgasm. But he thrust his black thick pole towards her. I understood that by making her lick and suck her own juices he is taking a lot of pleasure in the very act itself. Her tongue slowly licked his pole of all her juices and then he went in to her mouth smoothly. This time there was no choking. My mother moved her mouth all over his pole. Her head moving up and down on his pole. Her hair was loose now. Her face was totally covered by her hair. We could only see the movement. She was moving very fast, probably to make him cum fast. He realized that and held her head to slow down. He held her head still and started fucking her as if it was all that mattered to him. Again his rod was hitting the throat and causing pain, he was oblivious to that, his pace increased, probably he was about to cum, and as suddenly he stopped, he told her to lie on the bed. “spread your legs, bitch” he ordered, he mounted her and gave a deep strong thrust that again brought a moan out of my mother’s throat. Then he vigorously fucked her a few times, it was clear he was going to cum, and then we heard the strange sound, “take it rich bitch, now you have my seed inside you” and with that he clung to her. His jerks slowed down. We could see the white liquid tickling down my mother’s thighs. She neither moved nor said anything. I looked at the other two and was shocked to see that one of them was filming the whole thing. Did my mother observe this? What are they going to do with the film? As I was wondering about this I saw the other tall person reach the bed. The one who mounted her so far already was up and lighting a cigarette.

He said, “The bitch is tight”. I looked at the 2nd person. His limp penis is now erect again. He said to no one in particular, I’ll take the girl. “Oh god” I know he meant me. He casually stepped out of his jeans and walked up to me. My mother suddenly realized what was about to happen and screamed “No, don’t touch her”. Then there was derisive laughter all around. The one who was coming for me said, “Whore, you enjoyed the fuck, why do you want to deny the pleasure to your girl” and he pulled me up. My mother tried to get up and come between us, but the one who neared her slapped her hard and said in a threatening voice, “If we don’t fuck, we will kill” She was taken aback. She tried to plead, but the one who was filming said quietly, “do you think we will leave without fucking all of you, if you cooperate it will cause no hurt, and we will help your husband to get out from the jail also, other wise you will be hurt and anyway we will fuck you the whole night”. She was aghast at what to do. Oh my god, I thought my sister will be raped and still she is a child, what will happen to her.

The one who came near me just lifted my nighty and out of fear I raised my hands allowing him to take it out and he threw it aside. I had a panty and a petticoat. He stepped back and looked at me. Every one said I looked beautiful. I had a breast that pointed out and the 32 size attracted immediate attention. I exercised regularly and my body showed it. He told me to remove my panty. I was hesitant but slowly I removed my panty. Now only the petticoat was covering my fair body. Unknowingly my nips felt hard. My mother was open mouthed. He went back and sat on the other bed. He told me to come and sit between his legs. What’s his plan? I wondered. Why isn’t he throwing down on the bed. He siganalled the other to go ahead with my mother. The tall man was naked by this time. He told my mother to lie on her stomach on the edge of the bed. I was sitting between the leg and his rod was rubbing over the back of my neck. It was a strange sensation to feel that monster which will in a while tear me apart. I was a virgin and I know that it will be very painful when it penetrates me. My couldn’t grasp what he is about to do. He separated the ass cheeks of my mother. I understood his intention. He is going to fuck her ass hole. I read about it. Oh god I thought, will she stand it. He asked my sister to give him any liquid lotion. She gave a bottle and he poured it over her ass cheeks and rubbed it into her ass hole. When my mother understood his intention she cried out, “NOOOOOOO, NNOT THERE”

And tried to turn, but he gave her a blow between her shoulders which made her slump on the bed. His penis was a bit small when compared to others probably 7 inches but it was as thick. He bent down and placed it near her hole and pushed. It must be very painful for she was screaming at the top of her lungs. We couldn’t see it clearly but probably her sphincter must have been torn. He paid little attention to her screams. I could feel the rod at my back becoming hot and restless. It must be giving him a kick. His hand was on my left breast. He was caressing it and slowly pinching my nip. His other hand was rubbing my shoulder. My mother’s screams were now muffled. He was moving in and out slowly as if he cared a lot about her pain. In a few moments there were no screams at all. He was increasing the pace. His strokes were pushing her forward and she was smashing the bed. His hands moved and were holding the two breasts as if for support. He was crushing them. I heard muffled painful moans. Then one of his hands went under her. I don’t know what happened but in a few moments my mother started moaning and her waist was pushing back. Was he holding her clit? The pressure on my nipples increased. He pulled me up and made me sit in his lap. Now the rock hard thing was touching my ass.
He whispered in my ears, “Your mother is a real fucker, see how she is raising her ass hole” his breath was over my ears. It was heavy. His body was touching me, his hand slowly slid down to my thigh. It was rubbing over it and it was producing some strange sensations in my body. His tongue was licking my ear. His hand pushed my petticoat up and was groping for the opening or rather he was lightly rubbing the whole area. The latent fires in my body were stoked. I was trying hard to keep still but it was proving an impossible task. I looked at my sister. She was alone and looking at my mother and me alternatively. My mother seemed to have lost all sense of the situation. She was moaning “yes, yessss, hold it, goddd”, his hand was still under her. Probably her clit is too sensitive and she will lose herself if that is touched. Now his thrusts were powerful and deep, still she was responding. The white delicate body of my mother under the dark muscular body of him was surreal. She was rich and educated, he was black, rough. He was supposing to be raping her, but no one who witnessed it would call that a rape.

Her thrusts and moans have made me shed my inhibitions, any way my body was responding to his caressing. His hands were now roaming freely everywhere. My body wanted something
more. My hand gripped his hand. My grip probably conveyed the urge building in my body. He took my hand and placed it on his thick hot penis. “My god” I whispered to myself. To feel it was totally electric. It seemed life was pulsating in it. It seemed much bigger than I imagined. He made me move my hands move over it. His breath becoming much thicker. His finger went into my love hole. I gasped as he separated the vaginal lips. Small tremors ran all over my body. His finger was playing with the vaginal tip. I moved my waist. My body wanted something more. It went a bit deeper probing it. I wanted it to go much deeper. Suddenly his fingers caught my clit and squeezed it slightly. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the sound escaped my lips. It was exhilarating. All my nerves seemed to be jumping up and down. I squeezed my thighs. “What do you want baby?” he whispered in my ears. Suddenly I came out of my reverie, I opened my eyes and found my mother urging the man to go deeper she was almost shouting “deeper, deeper, more deeper………you bustard fuck me more deeper”
“goddddd, I am commmingggggggggg” she was sprawled on the bed. The man stopped for a brief moment and again started riding her. There seemed some urgency in his fucking. Then he banged into her and clung to her. His thick semen oozing out onto the bed sliding down my mother’s thighs. She didn’t get up. Just stayed there flat on her stomach. He slowly got up and said in a low voice, “She is a real bitch”. He made me get up and took me to the bed on which my mother was sprawled and my sister was sitting. From her looks I understood that my sister is aroused. There is neither shame nor fear in her looks. Her thighs were squeezed tightly together. The one with camera handed it to the dark one who fucked my mother and went near my sister. I was thrown on the bed, my petticoat over my waist. He tore the petticoat in the middle and I was stark naked. Again fear cropped up inside me. My mother by now was up and looking dazed. He came over me and told me to spread my legs. I spread them hesitatingly. He came between my legs and his hand went to my pussy. He held the clit and started squeezing it again. The fires roared again. I gasped and my lips opened partially. He bent down and started chewing my left nip lightly. My body was in convulsions. I know I was wet down there. All that I saw made me horny like never before. I wanted him to ride me, maul me. My body wanted some kind of punishment. My hands held his head. I wanted him to push that bloody pole inside me and plough me deep. He was not coming. He just went down and I felt his breath down there. It was exhilarating. His tongue was flicking at my vaginal lips like a snake does. “Hhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” I moaned loudly. I pressed his head towards my pussy. His tongue went to my clit teasing it, lightly rubbing it. I lost all control and my legs went round his head and I almost screamed, “FUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEE”. He seemed to want to hear this. I knew everyone must have been shocked. Then he seemed to adjust his pole near my hole. I could sense it. It was groping for the opening and found it. By this time I was so wet it wouldn’t be difficult for him send it in. It glided in. My body felt some kind of relief. I wanted him to have the whole cunt and tried to spread as wide as possible. He thrust in. it went in a few inches and found an obstruction. “So you are a virgin” he said aloud. I didn’t want to reply. He poked around and with a mighty thrust tore my hymen and implanted himself. A searing pain went around my vagina. I screamed “Muuuummmyyy…….” which is what I shout whenever in pain. I felt a soft hand holding my palm and knew my mother was there. I didn’t want to look at her. He moved back a bit and my body reacted in a very unnatural way. It didn’t want the black rod withdrawn. My walls tried to tighten around it preventing its withdrawal.

He kept quiet for a while allowing my pain to die down. In a few moments the pain was gone. I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me. He was like a king who conquered a new territory. And he started with slow jerks, each one sending his rod a bit inside. Each one rubbing my walls and producing electric shocks all over my body. He was slow, he was savoring his conquest or he wanted me to enjoy the fuck. I could feel my walls stretching and stretching to allow him to mount me. I raised my legs and he thrust strongly. Some sounds escaped my lips. He was still only two thirds in. He wanted to fully penetrate me. So he was giving strong deep thrusts. My body was moving up and down with his thrusts. Suddenly I felt my mother’s hand leaving me. I turned to look at her. The fourth of the group, the tallest of all the three was stark naked and threw her on the bed. He was pulling her legs roughly. I heard my mother pleading with him, “That is enough, I can’t take more, please leave me”, he laughed at her and flaunted his penis before her eyes. “Have you seen a bigger one?” I looked at it and was dumbfounded. It was really big. Much bigger than the three I saw today. More than 10 inches, the thought flashed in me. He threw himself on her and with a mighty thrust planted himself inside her.
“AMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAA” my mother screamed. Her hand again found mine. We clasped together and started enjoying the fuck. I was aroused beyond any limit. I wanted deep thrusts. My mother was in pleasure and pain with the huge monster tearing her. The captain of the team riding me mockingly told me “that bitch mother of yours will beg for more, don’t worry” and thrust deep. My whole body shook still I didn’t want to leave my mother’s hand. His pole almost inside me. He moved it and it rubbed on my clit. I wanted to hold him with both my hands but my mother was clutching mine in a hard grip. I pulled it free and held his shoulders. My mother was not happy to release my hand. She needs my hand to bear the unbearable pleasure she is having. She took one of my breasts in his hand and started to molest it for support. My fucker was now in a ravaging mood. My clit was rubbing hard against his thick rod. I felt many sensations building inside me. I didn’t want to cum so quickly but he was thrusting deeply and rhythmically. I could feel my walls stretching and closing with each thrust and withdrawal. To my surprise I was moaning loudly. Each thrust eliciting “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” from me without my knowledge. He bent down and bit my nips, this time not lightly, I felt pain, but didn’t show it. My other breast was very badly getting molested by my mom’s hand.

He again bit them applying more pressure. “ Pleaaaase” I shouted. Probably he wanted to hear this. He held both my legs and went deep, almost crushing me beneath his weight. His rod crushing my clit. Some thing welled up inside. A series of pleasure waves broke through and came to surface shaking my body with them. All my muscles stiffened to trap the pleasure inside them. “Oh my godddddddddddddd” I cried aloud and stiffened. I realized it was the orgasm that I read. It was nothing like I read. Much more beautiful, I wanted it to last forever. He stopped. My orgasm reached the peak and I was clutching him hard. Slowly it ebbed and faded leaving me limp and weak and crumpled.

I opened my eyes and looked at him thankfully for the very wonderful experience. I forgot about my mother and my sister all the while. Nothing was there in my mind. Slowly I regained my control and looked around. The biggest penis was riding her non stop. My mother stopped screaming and she was in fact moaning. But this time her body seemed tired. It was passively receiving the thrusts. Her one hand was still molesting one of my soft breasts for support.

I turned and looked at my sister. What a shock it was to me. My sister was without her nighty. She was sucking the cock of the Mr. Singh She was doing it willfully. He was moaning.

The captain started his ride again. I gave up my body to him and passively received his thrusts. I wanted him to cum fast. I just wanted to lie down and sleep. But it was not to be. He took a long time to cum. My body got bruised. When finally he came I was relieved. Meanwhile my mother had another orgasm again as predicted. He too came inside. I turned aside to sleep. But I was foolish. There was Mr. Singh waiting, immediately he got inside and fucked me like a mad buffalo. I screamed, moaned and finally came. Then they stopped for some time. They opened beer bottles and smoked. Everything was quiet for at list 3-4 hours. I think I dozed for a few hours too. Then I heard a shriek. I opened my eyes and tried to find from where the sound came. But I was unable to determine the source of the sound. Then I tuned my head and found my mom was lying beside me. I was surprised to see mom was laughing and chatting with the dark man while breast feeding Mr. Singh. I asked my mom about the shriek. She said something to me without looking at me. I asked her again. She turned her head and said “Sunil is doing your sister in the other room”. I asked what? Mom winked at me and using her fingers made me understood that she was getting screwed. Then she turned her head back to the black man and continued chatting with him while Mr. Singh was busy sucking her breast quietly.