“Yea well, you don’t need to be a Lesbian to eat cunt. Women do it all the time. Haven’t you ever watched a Porno Movie? Your job here is to get your mother ready for my cock. Simple as that. Now get your face down there and start licking.”
Rajnandini looked at her mother. She mouthed the words “I’m sorry”.
Her mother nodded and replied “I know”.
Looking down at her mother’s pussy, Rajnandini tentatively reached out her hand to touch it. Her mother was trembling, her pussy felt so smooth.
“That’s it little one” Mustaq said, pulling closer, “Give it a kiss”.
Rajnandini had never been this close to a pussy other than her own. Her mother smelled richer than her, more full-bodied, almost musky.
Mustaq was right next to her ear now. “Just French kiss it like you did me. Lots of tongue…that’s it.”
Rajnandini was warming slowly to the task now….. as Mustaq continued instructing, “Yes, rub her clit a little with your thumb…. Don’t stop with your tongue. There you go, get a little rhythm going”.
Her mother had very little taste. A bit salty maybe but nothing as strong as the smell. Rajnandini found herself pushing her tongue further in trying to find that juice that made this heady aroma.
However there was no denying of the effect…. this was having on Indrani. Her daughter’s tongue felt so good and her thumb drumming a beat on her clit….. was starting to have the desired effect the men had been waiting for. As her daughter continued her ministrations, Indrani was soon rewarded with a gush of moisture and her cunt began to lubricate.
The silence in the room was punctuated with the wet sounds of Rajnandini’s efforts.
Winking at Surindar, Mustaq then began to steer Rajnandini’s head drawing her first up and down then side-to-side. “Push a finger in your mother’s cunt. Try to meet your thumb through the wall of her cunt ”
This had the desired effect of stroking Indrani’s G-spot. The result was a small moan from her and a smile from both the intruders. Meanwhile moving his hand down on Rajnandini’s back, Surindar began gently stroking and kneading the young girls soft butt-cheeks. Curling a finger into her cunt from behind, he was rewarded with a grunt.
“That’s it slut, keep licking and finger-fucking your mother’s cunt. Your mother is getting wet now…. isn’t she Miss Dutta?”, Surindar asked.
Rajnandini moaned her response. Her soaked face was evidence of her mother’s moisture. Her own pussy, while wet to begin with, was now on fire from the massaging fingers of the Punjabi antisocial. The smell of cunts hung in the air.
Then looking to Nandan, Surindar could see his eight inches hard cock was throbbing and jerking in wild lust. “Your daughter is a pretty good muff diver… isn’t it Duttababu? You may want to bring her in to start things up for you in the future.”
Nandan could not take his eyes off the sight. His daughter, hair stuck to her face as her head moved back and forth, then up and down…. and at the same time, her fingers never stopped working his wife’s clit. Both the women were moaning now. He could clearly see the moisture forming on his daughter’s cunt lips as Mustaq’s finger sawed in and out of her cunt. And the smell…. The smell was heavenly. His cock was so hard it actually hurt.