My Steamy Story: Neetu is a 42 year old sexy married lady...

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea about this absolutely unhinged beach trip. No cap, the vibe in that backseat was high-key electric from the jump. I wore this ridiculously tight underboob crop, braless of course, and my H-cup tits were basically begging for attention, my nipples hard and poking through the thin fabric. My tiny denim shorts were a struggle bus, barely containing this fat ass, and I could feel the thin string of my thong wedged deep between my cheeks.

So there I am, sandwiched between my son Aarav and his friend Atharva, while my husband John is oblivious, blasting music up front. Then the whispering starts. Aarav leans in and is like, "I can't stop thinking about fucking that pussy, Mom." And I just… oof. The audacity made my cunt pulse. Atharva’s hand slid up my thick thigh, his fingers teasing the hem of my shorts. "We need to see these famous tits," he murmured, and I was so horny I just arched my back as they pulled my top up. My big, heavy tits spilled out, and they both dove in, sucking and biting my nipples while their other hands worked my shorts down to my knees.

My thong was slid to the side, and two pairs of fingers were suddenly inside my soaking wet cunt, stretching me, making me gasp. I reached for their dicks through their pants, stroking them both, feeling them get hard in my hands. It was iconic chaos.

Then they started fighting over who got to fuck me first, which was a whole mess. But Atharva’s dick was bigger, so I made my choice. I climbed onto his lap, guiding his thick cock to my tight asshole. I sank down onto it slowly, sheesh, the stretch was insane. Once I was riding him, I looked at Aarav and was like, "Your turn, baby." He didn't hesitate, sliding his dick into my dripping pussy from behind. The double penetration had me seeing stars, and I was moaning so loud. But then Aarav groaned, "Fuck, I'm gonna—" and he came inside me! Big yikes, but low-key... it was so hot. Period.