The sound of my own ragged breath was loud in my ears, mixing with the wet smack of Pawan’s uncle thrusts and my mother’s muffled whimpers. My hand was still wrapped around my own slick cock, the aftermath of my release cooling on my skin. I felt hollowed out, used. Verma uncle stayed buried deep inside her ass for a long moment, his body shuddering as he emptied himself completely. Then, with a slow, grunting pull, he withdrew.

My mother collapsed onto the bed, a spent, trembling mess. Her sweaty back glistened in the dim light. Pawan uncle patted her ass, a patronizing smack that made her flinch. “Good girl,” he grunted, his voice rough. He turned his gaze to me, his eyes still burning with that cruel, possessive fire. “Don’t put that thing away yet. We’re not done.”