Seeing parent’s erotic sex and my mother naked

Jyoti: Haa…don’t stop…

Saying that she pulled him holding his hip. My father inserted the dick and started to fuck her slightly faster.

Father: Jyoti dear, you want me to do you? Are you enjoying it too much today? Don’t be silent…tell

Jyoti: Your making me very much shy…aahhuh

Father: please tell…I want to hear from you…tell

Jyoti: I love you dear. I love the way you make love with me. Your penis is playing inside me fully occupying … 

Father: Worshipping you makes my life meaningful…darshan (seeing) of your body and theertha (vagina fluids) of yours is all I need everyday.

Jyoti: Cheee…aah…don’t tell devotional things here..

Father: you deserve saying like that dear…you are my Kama Devi (sex goddess). Seeing you in conservative traditional dress every day, makes me feel to strip every cloth and kiss every skin and womanly parts of you and see your entire beauty…

Jyoti: aa…you make me feel younger with your words…ufff….don’t Stop doing me…please 

Father: Yes dear…. 

I stood there, horrified at what I was witnessing. My mother, a devoutly religious woman who wears traditional Indian attire, being fucked by my father. It was a sight that defied all sense of morality and decency within our conservative household. The guilt would have overwhelmed me, except for the strange feeling of excitement that welled up from deep within me at seeing such a beautiful act.

My father’s body moved above hers with aggressive force, his hips grinding against her sensitive spots, each thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout her entire body. She moaned in ecstasy, her hands reaching out to cling onto my father, and I could see her in waves of lustful desire. The jingling sound of anklet chains mingled with the wet slaps of flesh as their bodies collided. My mother’s leg toes and fingertips curled and arched, revealing her intense sexual eroticism with her pheromonal allure combining with the sweat and semen. Their interlude was shockingly intimate and raw, a stark contrast to the pure and unadulterated love we were taught to uphold in our conservative family. My mother’s devotional complexion was now stained with passion as she allowed my father to make love to her, their bodies intertwined in a dance of lustful desire. My mother gave herself fully to my father and his desires.

My mother’s pussy was a mess, her juices dripping down onto the bed, creating a wet spot around her ass. My father’s cock thrust into her with a ferocious force, each stroke pushing out her ebbed and flowed juices onto the bed, making it wetter. Her body was soaked with sweat and lust. She was cumming at that time. She was moaning wildly, unable to contain her pleasure. The sight of my mother’s dripping pussy was raw and vulgar, a visual feast for anyone who craves the essence of sexuality.

My father was still pounding her. She freed him from her hold of legs around him.  He pressed his nose into the strong sweaty armpit of her beautiful body, holding her hands above her head, and began sniffing deeply and relentlessly. The aroma of her sweat filled his nose and he tasted it on his tongue. He fucked her for about a minute before exploding inside her. Now he pulled out his throbbing dick and moved into a comfortable position, still clutching her hands, and started licking and sucking on both of the strong sweaty pits of her irresistible body. She moaned like she was being tickled. In that moment, my parents were not just a devoted couple or a loving family unit, they were two souls in a deep dark hunger for each other’s bodies.

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