The next morning, I woke early in Livya’s bed, her naked body curled up against me. She was still asleep, her lips curved in a little smile of satisfaction.
Yesterday and last night, the events didn’t seem real—first, fucking Aunty in the master bedroom, then her daughter in the next room. My heart hammered at the risk.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed, put on my jeans and shirt, and opened the door without a sound. The house was quiet. I tiptoed towards the living room, hoping to leave before Keerthana woke up.
But I had no such luck.
“Tanmay?” From the kitchen, Aunt’s voice came. She was already out of bed, in a thin satin robe that concealed little of the curves of her body. Her hair was tousled from sleep, and she looked more beautiful in the morning light. “How was it last night?”
I froze there for a moment. It was nice and cool. She said, “I know. I can see it in your face.”
She came closer, and with a gentle smile on her face, she hugged me quickly. Her body was pressed to mine, and I could feel that she didn’t have much underneath. “I’m happy for you. The last afternoon was… amazing. “I was thinking about you all night.”
Before I could answer, she kissed me, long and slow. Her hand moved down to my crotch, and she felt me harden immediately. “Mmm… ready for more already, son?” she whispered, using that word again.
We went to the couch in the living room. She pushed me over, sat on top of me, and opened her robe. Her breasts, heavy, spilt out, grinding against me. “I need you again, Tanmay. “Hurry, before Livya wakes up.”
I couldn’t help it. I sucked her nipples as she freed my cock, sinking on it with a soft moan. She had me in her tight, wet pussy, and she gave me time to get used to it. “Fuck your aunty, son… make me cum before breakfast.”
We were getting into it, her riding faster, breasts bouncing, when I heard a soft footstep. Livya stood at the entrance to the hallway, wearing only a loose t-shirt that barely covered her ass.
Obviously, she’d been searching for a few seconds. That same cheeky smile was on her face, one eyebrow raised in amusement and arousal.
Aunty stopped dead in the middle of thrusting, her eyes wide with panic. “Livya! “Oh god —
But Livya just pushed her back against the wall, biting her lip. “Don’t let me stop you, Mom. “Already, I heard everything through the window yesterday. She came nearer, and her voice was husky. “Tanmay fucked you so well. Watching you moan, son, as that got me so turned on.”
Aunt’s eyes went wide in shock, her body still impaled on my cock, but panic quickly melted into something hotter as she took in her daughter’s bold stance. Livya’s t-shirt had ridden up, and I could see the smooth curve of her bare pussy, her nipples poking through the thin material.
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In the living room, tension and raw lust thickened in the air. The aunt smiled at her daughter, a slow, wicked curve of the lips.
“See, you liked a bull yesterday,” she said softly, her voice hoarse with lust. She gave a slow roll of her hips, squeezing my cock inside her. “Watching Tanmay fuck me like that through the window, did it make your little pussy wet, baby…
Livya’s cheeks flushed, but she did not deny it. She moved nearer, her eyes on the spot where our bodies joined. ”So fucking soaked, Mom. “I came twice just listening to you begging him to fuck you harder.”
Aunt moaned low and stretched out a hand. Livya took it without a moment’s hesitation and let her mother pull her down on the couch next to us. Now the satin robe was wide open, Aunt’s heavy, full breasts swinging as she resumed riding me with slow, deep strokes.
I grabbed her ass and thrust up to meet her while my other hand slid under Livya’s t-shirt and cupped one of her perky tits.
“Both of you,” I snarled. “I want you both, right now.”
Livya kissed her mother first, a tentative brush of lips that turned hungry. Aunt kept bouncing on my cock, her tongue wet and eager and out in the open. The effect was electric. I pulled Livya close, sucking on her neck, mother and daughter making out over me.
Livya’s hand slid down to rub her mother’s clit where it met my shaft, and Aunt gasped and clenched around me. We went to the bedroom together, a tangle of limbs and heated whispers. Aunt pushed me on my back on the big bed and got on top again, sinking in reverse cowgirl.
I had a great view of her ass and Livya’s face between her thighs. Livya threw herself in, licking her mother’s clit and the base of my cock as I thrust upward. I groaned from the dual sensation, gripping tightly onto Aunt’s hips.
“Fuck, yes,” Aunt moaned, grinding back. Eat Mommy’s pussy while Tanmay fills it, baby. Livya said.
After a few minutes, I flipped them over, putting Livya on all fours facing her mother. With one smooth stroke, I slid into Livya from behind; her tight, young pussy gripped me like a vice. cried out, burying her face between her mother’s legs spread apart.
The aunt held her daughter’s head, her hips moving as Livya licked with eager, sloppy strokes. I pounded into Livya hard, my balls slapping against her, one hand reaching around to pinch her clit while the other kneaded Aunt’s breast.
Again, we changed positions, and again. Aunt was riding my face, and Livya was riding my cock, their hands all over each other. Then I had them side by side on their backs, legs intertwined, trading off deep strokes between their dripping pussies.
The wet sounds of sex filled the room, their moans merging—”Harder, Tanmay! Fuck your sister, son…”
“Mom, I’m going to shoot on his dick…”
The intensity reached its zenith when I had them in a sixty-nine, mother eating daughter and vice versa. Behind Aunt, I knelt and entered her while she licked Livya’s clit. Every thrust, Livya’s tongue flicked over her mother’s pussy lips and my shaft.
Their bodies shook together, their orgasms coming in quick succession. Finally, I pulled out and came hard all over their faces and tits, and they kissed through the mess, tongues cleaning each other.
Together we fell, spent and glowing. I lay in the centre, with Aunt curled to my left and Livya to my right. Their naked skin was warm against mine, soft breasts and smooth thighs draped over me. For hours, we dozed like that, the afternoon sun coming in through the curtains.
I woke once to gentle hands stroking me back to hardness, but this time we kept it slow and lazy—soft kisses, fingers exploring, and quiet orgasms that left us even more tangled.
By evening, the three of us had napped and fucked in a hazy, blissed-out cycle. The bed smelled of sex, and sweat, and perfume. Aunt kissed my chest softly. ‘Stay to supper?’ she whispered.
But I yearned for space after the whirlwind in me. I shook my head no and smiled. I should go back to my flat. Give yourself some time…. Let me get through all this.”
Adorably, but nodded, Livya pouted and ran a finger down my abs. ‘Come back soon, eh?’ “We’re not through with you.
I took a quick shower, got dressed, and slipped out as the sun began to dip lower. I walked to my scooter, the cool air of the evening on my skin. The drive back to the flat was quiet, the city lights streaking past. My body was pleasantly sore, each muscle telling me of the marathon with my mother and daughter.