The rain had slowed to a drizzle as Rohan stood behind his mother Priya, his thick cum still dripping down her thighs onto the marble floor. Her sari was ruined, blouse open, heavy breasts marked with his handprints. The doorbell rang again, insistent. Priya’s eyes widened in fresh humiliation. “Beta… woh neighbor hai… please chhupa lo mujhe.”

Rohan’s dominant laugh filled the room. He didn’t hide her. Instead, he pulled her close, kissed her neck possessively and whispered, “Aaj se tu sirf family ki randi hai, Maa. Bahar walon ko sirf dekhne do.” But before he could open the door, headlights flashed outside. It was his elder brother, Arjun—26, taller, more ruthless, back from a late-night business meeting in Pune. Arjun had always suspected their mother’s slutty behavior, but tonight he would claim his share in a different way.