Mazhabi Erotica - My Swinging Parents - Part 3
Disclaimer: BE WARNED - this is an interfaith sex story that might just have something to offend anyone and everyone.
If you are offended, keep two things in mind:
First, none of this is real. These are all fictitious characters and situations. Nobody is actually getting hurt or degraded.
Secondly, it's meant to entertain so lighten up.
This is an extreme hardcore, rough-sex erotica. This story involves sexual domination, humiliation and degradation of women (and men) of a particular religion. Do not read this story if such theme makes you uncomfortable.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN PERIL.
Priya aunty led me by the hand down the hall, swaying as she walked. I could tell she had also been drinking. I knew my dad, despite being a Múslim, is a social drinker, and did not find it surprising that he had shared wine with this Hindú bitch.
I shot one final glance back towards the main bedroom and heard the sounds of men laughing; my dad and Vikram were clearly having fun with my ammi. A hot session of interfaith gangbang, inter-religious double penetration was going on in full swing in that room - a horny Múslim mother was being shared by her Múslim shouhar and her Hindú bull.
The guest bedroom was one floor below the master bedroom and once we arrived, I realized we would be able to hear much of what was going on in the bedroom above us due to the layout of the house.
Priya’s eyes were glazed over, I could tell she had been crying before I ran into her. The sanskari, pativrata wife must’ve been feeling horrible, her husband clearly favoring his friend’s musalman wife (my mother) over her. To make matters worse, my father Waseem also got bored with her and crept back upstairs to have a threesome with Shabnam my slut mommy and her husband Vikram, leaving Priya all alone. It was humiliating just thinking about it.
“Sit on the bed and get comfortable. I’m going to grab some more wine” Priya said in her best seductive voice but I grabbed her arm before she could get up.
“Bring me some wine too!” I barked.
I could see a small amount of fear in her eyes, but my stern behavior was also clearly turning her on.
“Ok, baby, you got it baby” she said, as she walked away, still swaying sexually in her robe.
interfaith, incest, cum swallowing, group sex, cuckold, swinging, blowjob, cheating, voyeurism, wife sharing,
Part of "The Bindaaspur Chronicles - a Mazhabi Erotica Series"
Disclaimer: BE WARNED - this is an interfaith sex story that might just have something to offend anyone and everyone.
If you are offended, keep two things in mind:
First, none of this is real. These are all fictitious characters and situations. Nobody is actually getting hurt or degraded.
Secondly, it's meant to entertain so lighten up.
This is an extreme hardcore, rough-sex erotica. This story involves sexual domination, humiliation and degradation of women (and men) of a particular religion. Do not read this story if such theme makes you uncomfortable.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN PERIL.
Priya aunty led me by the hand down the hall, swaying as she walked. I could tell she had also been drinking. I knew my dad, despite being a Múslim, is a social drinker, and did not find it surprising that he had shared wine with this Hindú bitch.
I shot one final glance back towards the main bedroom and heard the sounds of men laughing; my dad and Vikram were clearly having fun with my ammi. A hot session of interfaith gangbang, inter-religious double penetration was going on in full swing in that room - a horny Múslim mother was being shared by her Múslim shouhar and her Hindú bull.
The guest bedroom was one floor below the master bedroom and once we arrived, I realized we would be able to hear much of what was going on in the bedroom above us due to the layout of the house.
Priya’s eyes were glazed over, I could tell she had been crying before I ran into her. The sanskari, pativrata wife must’ve been feeling horrible, her husband clearly favoring his friend’s musalman wife (my mother) over her. To make matters worse, my father Waseem also got bored with her and crept back upstairs to have a threesome with Shabnam my slut mommy and her husband Vikram, leaving Priya all alone. It was humiliating just thinking about it.
“Sit on the bed and get comfortable. I’m going to grab some more wine” Priya said in her best seductive voice but I grabbed her arm before she could get up.
“Bring me some wine too!” I barked.
I could see a small amount of fear in her eyes, but my stern behavior was also clearly turning her on.
“Ok, baby, you got it baby” she said, as she walked away, still swaying sexually in her robe.