“Thank you Sonamani,” said Parveen. “Dinner will be ready within ten minutes. Why don’t you go and get your naanee ( grandmother ) ? In the meantime you ( Mansoor ) can help me set the table.” Parveen returned to the kitchen and her son got up to leave.
Hafiz ran upstairs to find his grandmother Rukshana. Mansoor sat back, his hand unconsciously moving towards his own manhood. His wife’s hands move down his body towards his crotch. “We better eat quickly.” She gave his cock a quick squeeze. “I have a feeling we’re gonna be trying some new things tonight.”
“Got anything in mind?” asked Mansoor as he turned his head and kissed his wife hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way into her mouth. At the same time, he reached behind him and gave her pussy a quick rub.
“I have a few ideas,” said Parveen, breaking off the kiss, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Hey, you said it was dinner time.” It was Rukshana’s voice. “So stop messing around. I’ve been playing with my dildo all day and I’m starving.”
Parveen and her husband stopped their playing and they all sat down to eat the cum-enhanced omelette which Parveen had cooked.
“So, Mansoor Sona,” asked Rukshana, “How was your day?” “Okay. I couldn’t wait to get home, as usual. I missed your tight cunt Amma” Mansoor replied.
“I’d like to see that,” said Rukshana as she took her last bite of omelette.
“Nice dinner Paru Maa. What did you use tonight to this omelette ? It tasted like Hafiz.” Rukshana queried.
“It was,” said Parveen as she too finished her food, “You men nearly ready? I’m thirsty.”
“Me too,” said Rukshana clearing the table of the used plates. “Let’s do it,” said Mansoor, finishing his food and draining the large glass of water in front of him. Hafiz did likewise.
They followed the same routine every night. Mansoor and Hafiz would drink a lot of water during the day and not go to the bathroom. At dinner, Parveen and her mother would never have a drink. They would eat their dinner, the saltier the better, building up a thirst for the men to quench.
With the table cleared, Mansoor and his elder son climbed onto it and took up position side by side. Parveen and her widow mother came and stood in front of them, mouths open, waiting for the shower.
“Here it comes,” announced Mansoor as the piss began to leak from his cock.
“Mine too,” said Hafiz, directing his piss at his naanee’s gaping mouth.
“Why don’t you hold each other’s?” asked Parveen after she had swallowed a mouthful of her husband’s amber urine.
Mansoor and Hafiz looked at each other and, without saying a word, each took the other’s manhood in their hand and directed the urine-spray over the mother-daughter. Together, they filled Rukshana and her daughter’s mouths with their piss before hosing down their tits. As the flow trickled to a stop, they watched as the drops ran down from glistening tits to damp the pubic bushes.
“Why don’t you two sit here now?” said Parveen, placing two chairs side by side facing the table, “Get to know each other while we put on a little show for you?”
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