Plaything Pt. 03

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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PT 3: Priya's Public Fucking

what up fam, here's part 3 of plaything. It didn't take two years this time and I'm def more focused on where im taking it. This story was actually an idea i got from a forum.

On another note, if you didn't like my two previous chapters, I respect your tastes, but my coming stories are going to very much in the same vein. I also got requests early on to make this an incest story but I want to dispel any misconceptions with that. This is a cuckold story that's listed under "Mature", not "Incest/Taboo". Now, for those of y'all that like this you may enjoy.

P.S. big ups to EnglishTeacher AKA WIRProductions for helping me out with this. appreciated.

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"Rohith! Come down to eat!"

Rohith flinched at his mother's call, still very much in shock at the events he had witnessed earlier in the day. His dread and humiliation had morphed into denial and disbelief, and then lust as he furiously masturbated over and over again to the fresh memories of his mother's carnal behavior. Her cries of ecstasy, her defiled writhing body, her cum-caked face. And now finally, Rohith was overcome with shame.

Begrudgingly, Rohith left his room and walked down the stairs to find his mother and father waiting for him at the dinner table. He could never see her the same, but she gave no indication that anything had changed, and there was a kind of unspoken agreement between them to not mention their situation to Rohith's father.

Priya had changed into her most modest clothing, wearing a blue low-cut sweater. She moved and acted as if nothing were out of the ordinary, setting up the dining table for her husband and son as she had for the last 19 years.

Rohith's dad was already eating, stuffing his face with the rotis Priya had prepared. He was a heavy-set man, teetering on obese, and so clearly undeserving of the beauty that was his wife. They had only ended up together as an arranged marriage, or else Priya would have taken up residence in an American or European brothel long ago.

"Come Rohith, eat!" Rohith watches his father continue to devour the food in front of him, unaware that hours before, his wife was being sodomized by thick American boys at the very table they all sat at.

Rohith shifts his gaze to his mother, who he noticed was not eating very much. Her "liquid diet" had left her full, and she seemed to feel the need to keep her anal cavity clean for the next day's activities. She looked up to see her son studying her, and smiled at him, a naughty gleam in her eye.

"How did that tutoring go today Rohith? I hope you're not wasting your time doing a favor on your auntie." Rohith was snapped back to reality by his father's question. His mother answered for him, still with a devious tone about her.

"Oh they seem to be doing well. They're both leaning a lot." Her voice just dripping with innuendo as she smiles motherly at her son. That damn smile. It was the same one she'd given him his entire life. But now every time Rohith saw her face, the image of a cock in her mouth flashed in his mind. Carter and Johnny had ruined his mother's face forever.

Rajesh barely notices his wife's comment, continuing to eat his roti and paneer at the very spot Priya was bent over and anally reamed by thick white cock. The juxtaposition was almost comical. Priya's husband hopelessly oblivious to what his wife was up to when he was not home, but her son was now painfully aware.

Rohith silently eats the food his mother prepared occasionally glancing at her as she smiled dreamily remembering the meals she had eaten earlier in the day, how much had been dripped onto her face, squirted in her mouth, shoved down her throat, now sitting in her stomach...

"Rohith! Did you hear me?" The Indian teen was snapped out of his reverie by his dad, his mind was still fried from the day. He was unable to think of anything else.

"No papa, what was it?"

His dad grunted and continued to disgustingly chew and talk at the same time.

"I will be gone for the rest week, so you will need to be home right after school everyday. Don't want to leave your mom all alone in this house."

Rohith nearly choked on his food. Normally, his father leaving for work wouldn't be a novel idea, but Rohith now knew that his mother would hardly be alone, and take full advantage of the situation.

"Yes papa," Rohith answered dejectedly, but his father barely noticed his reply.

"Don't worry dear," Priya addressed her husband like a doting housewife, "Rohith and I will have plenty of fun together."

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The next day Rohith sat in his fourth period Biology class, still numb from his experiences of the last day. His time at school felt like an escape, a solace from the painful truth that awaited him at home. He noticed that Carter and Johnny weren't at lunch today either but he had a very good idea where they were, who they were with, and what they were doing.

As if the universe were responding to his thoughts, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced down to see that he'd received a text from his mother's phone. Dreading what it was but unable to stop himself, Rohith opened the text to find an image no son should ever see.

His mother's face looked back at him. She on her hands and knees, dressed in a scantily clad blue bikini looking up at the camera with a large white cock in her mouth. Her lips were sucking on the head emphasizing the length. Whoever was holding the camera (Johnny or Carter) had one hand on top of her head and their fingers laced in her hair. Priya's eyes were glazed over, clearly loving what she was doing, and seemingly posing for the picture. The look she had on her face was one of ecstasy and pleasure, the same way she'd looked at Rohith the day before. The entire picture was taken from above her, so her entire back was in the frame. She seemed to be on a pool chair at the community pool, and behind her was another white boy flush against her ass. Her back was arched sluttily to accentuate her curves, her exposed breasts peeking out underneath her

Rohith nearly screamed his head off right then and there. He felt himself hardening in his pants at the image, but could do nothing about it at the moment. Unable to look away, he stared at the picture of his mother sucking the thick white cock, wondering to himself why this was happening to him...

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"Oh yeah that's it, all the way down." Carter chuckles to himself as Priya continues to consume his dick below him.

She lets out a muffled moan as he places both his hands on her head. Carter pulls her face to him as he thrusts forward, forcing his long cock into her throat.

Her eyes start to water and she makes choking sounds but doesn't pull away. Her saliva runs thick around his member and seeps out of her lips, beginning to drip in long streams. Carter was enjoying his place in her throat, and starts to facefuck her. Priya continues to choke with each movement the white boy makes, and her drool keeps running like a river.

Johnny continues leisurely fucking Priya's pussy behind, enjoying the sight of her bobbing head into his friend's crotch. Carter was delighting in torturing Rohith, and Johnny would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it too. On a whim he wound up his hand and smacked her ass, eliciting a moan from the Indian woman.

Priya shivers at the contact in pleasure. Her eyes roll up into her head and her pussy gushes at the sharp pain, excited at what the boys had in store for her. Carter finally removes his hands from her head but Priya doesn't let go of his cock, eager to suck and be fucked at the same time.

After a double blowjob at Priya's insistence in the foyer of her house, the trio had come to community club pool that Carter's friend was lifeguarding at. The public spot was empty on the Wednesday morning, so they settled down and immediately got busy. Priya had texted the two boys that her husband was gone for the rest of the week, so Johnny and Carter knew they could use their plaything from dusk to dawn. They'd skipped school for a full day this time, knowing that their athletic status would protect them from any consequences the school would want to impose. They'd planned on staying at Rohith's house for the next three days, endlessly indulging themselves in his three-hole, live-in, cock-sleeve of a mother.

"Don't ruin her face too much man, we've got errands to run today," Johnny warned his friend. The plan was to spend a day out and about, and see just how raunchy they could get in public. It was Priya's idea to occasionally send Rohith updates of their adventure.

Carter grunts in response as Priya lifts her lips to his tip and suckles on his sensitive head. "I can't help it," he replies, "she's so good at it and the bitch loves it."

Proud of herself, Priya moans around Carter's dick and swallows around him hard, then resumes sucking up and down his length.

On the verge, of cumming, Johnny picked up his pace and started to pound into Priya from behind. The mother knew what was coming next, so she grabbed her phone and hastily handed it to Johnny, never removing a cock from her mouth. It was just in time, as Johnny thrust himself into Priya's gushing pussy from behind and her eyes rolled up into her head, the Indian mother fucktoy was instantly immobilized in lust by the white cock spitroast.

Carter being Carter didn't hold back, and began fucking Priya's face at a breakneck pace. Her mouth never stopped sucking him off but her mind was being overridden by the pleasure surging from her pussy. Carter knew what she wanted him to do, so he framed the scene in front of him as well as he could, and took the picture.

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Rohith's phone buzzed again, and he wasn't sure what to expect. He'd tried to pay attention to his Bio teacher but his mind kept going back to what his mother must be doing. He could imagine and it wasn't very pleasant for him. But he was about to get his answer.

Once again it was a text from his mother, another picture.

This one was of just her, sitting on pool chair with her legs spread open. The blue bikini was spread around her breasts exposing them, and other than that she was naked. On her face was the obvious outcome of her blowjob, a wad of cum on each cheek and a stray streak across her forehead. Her hands were spreading her pussy lips to show another load had been shot in her as well. As if he needed any reminder, they were fucking his mom, from the look on her face she was loving it, and Rohith could do nothing but watch.

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Carter sat in the driver's seat up front by himself. In the backseat Johnny was splayed on the back seats without his pants on, relishing his turn in Priya's mouth. She was bent over with her lips sealed around the boy's long member, her mouth stretching to accommodate him. Her movements were slow, not rushing to have him cum but just enough to keep him hard.

The trio had spent themselves at the community club, filling Priya's mouth and pussy in and around the pool. Priya asked to suck off the lifeguard but they didn't let her, she'd get her fill of white cock soon. Priya didn't mind, rubbing their ejaculate into her skin, but Johnny and Carter were frustrated as they still had plans. They wanted to fuck Priya again in the shower, but she insisted she needed to get clean for their day out. The boys needed to recover anyways, and now their hardons were raging. Carter planned to change that at their next destination.

They were now driving to the mall in Priya's Pontiac sedan, a birthday gift from her husband. Rajesh probably never imagined that his traditional Indian wife would be pleasuring his son's bullies in the backseat. But here they were.

Carter parked the car in front of the Macy's, and took a look into the back. Johnny had sat up in the seat behind the passenger and Priya was still hard at work sloppily stroking and sucking his cock, her saliva now coating the long appendage. Bubbles of spit were gathering at the base of Johnny's groin from Priya's double-handed jerking, her mouth drooling from above.

"We're here," Carter says with a smile. Johnny looks up at him and then out the window as if he didn't believe him. Seeing the mall, he pulls Priya's mouth off his drenched dick forcefully — or else she would not have let him go — and buckles up his pants.

Priya sits back on her knees pouting, wiping her mouth with her finger, still hungry for cock. The two boys exit the car and head to the Macy's, Priya following them obediently.

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For an hour and a half Rohith felt safe. He was now sitting in his AP Physics class, the two pictures he had received still plaguing his thoughts but no longer at the forefront of his mind. The best solution he'd come up was to my think of it, and preoccupy himself with different things. And what better way to do that than his favorite subject. Physics, the science of motion. Kinetic and potential energy, pendulums, friction. Something about it was exciting to him. For almost an hour and a half he had nearly forgotten. And then his phone buzzed.

He knew what it would be. And he tried to ignore it. But it buzzed again, and then again. He wanted to just make it through this class without having to think about what his mother was doing with those two at that very moment. Rohith just wanted this piece of himself to be normal. Why couldn't they let him have that? Why couldn't his own mom let him have just this?

But inevitably, the bell rang, and he had to leave class. His next period was study hall which was essentially a free period, so he made his way to the bathroom and settled into a stall. He checked his texts to find two images, and a video. From the thumbnails he could make out very little, so he tapped on the first picture.

The view was from behind his mother facing a mirror in a small dimly lit room. Again, she was nearly naked except for a black lace bra that barely covered her breasts. In the reflection Rohith could see Carter holding up the phone behind Priya, and the hand not holding the camera Carter had used to grab her hair. The white boy's camera angle was almost brilliant; using the mirror he managed to capture Priya's entire front body bent slightly forward, as well as her entire backside. Priya's hands were behind her on her ass cheeks, spreading herself wide open for the white bully. At the bottom of the picture was a clear shot of Carter's cock entirely ensheathed balls deep in the Indian mom's asshole. The athlete's naked pelvis was flush against Priya's ass, clear proof that he was lodged as deep as possible into the MILF's anal canal. Rohith looked into the mirror to see his mother's face in the middle of an orgasm, her mouth twisted in the throes of silent pleasure, and her eyes looking straight into the camera's reflection. Rohith had to wonder if she even knew that he was receiving these pictures, but he couldn't imagine her not. There was clearly no point in hiding anything from him, but actively showing him was another thing. He drank in the image over and over again before swiping right to the next one.

This picture showed the couple in the same position but from a profile angle. The small room was now clearly a fitting room, and the picture was most likely taken by Johnny. This time Carter had his right hand holding onto Priya's arms, pulling them behind her back to hold her up as he railed her from behind. His other hand was wrapped around her mouth and face, probably in an attempt to keep her quiet. The white boy towered over Rohith's mom, a very clear show of his dominance over her and her body. Rohith swiped right again, and the next thing was the video. He clicked play.

The video was half a minute long, and begins from the same angle as the last picture. Carter is thrusting into Rohith's mom almost violently, no doubt fucking her ass, and she's begun to cum. The only sound is the loud pop music playing through the store speakers, his mom's soft and desperate whimpering, and the slapping of skin from Carter's short but fast thrusts.

Carter's cock was assaulting the brown mom's asshole, his short jutting movements building both of them to cum again. Within 10 seconds, Rohith watches his mother experience an intense orgasm from an ass-fucking and let out a muffled scream into Carter's hand clasped over her mouth. In mere moments Carter has pushed her off his cock, ready to cum himself. Without hesitation Priya scrambled to turn around and drops to her knees, opening her mouth in desperate hunger for white cock and cum.

Johnny has now moved closer and passes off the phone to Carter, who aims it down POV-style at the Indian mom as she shoves his ass-coated cock into her mouth. Priya stares up right into the camera and nearly swallows the white boy whole. Priya braces herself against Carter's thighs as he grabs the back of her head with his free hand and starts fucking her face almost as hard as he was fucking her ass. With a quieted groan, Carter starts to cum into Priya's mouth, indicated by his erratic spasms and Priya's excited head movements. Her hands work up and down his length and her mouth twists side to side on his head, hoping to coax more and more cum out from Carter's spewing cock.

The video was now at 20 seconds, and Rohith watched his mom desperately work her mouth up and down an incredibly thick white cock — an incredibly thick white cock, mind you, that she had just taken out of her ass from a balls deep reaming. Carter's breathing had slowed, and he finally spoke to the Indian mother on her knees.

"Say hi to your dipshit son whore," he snarled.

Priya looked up into the camera, her mouth kissing the side of Carter's shaft. She dislodges just barely and smiles a sultry smile. Just for a moment, Rohith thinks he recognizes his mother. Through her smile. Whilst holding a thick white cock in her face, she is once again the mother that had raised her "dipshit son", and she says just two words.

"Hi Rohith."

The same words she's said to him almost everyday when he comes home from school, and Rohith sees a glimpse of the mother he once knew.

And then she goes right back to suckling on the tip of Carter's dick, once again begging for more cum. The video ends on the last still image of Priya sucking cock, and with that Rohith presses play again and begins to stroke himself...

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"We should leave soon, we've been in here too long. Somebody might notice." It was odd for Carter to be the cautious one, but Johnny was preoccupied pounding away at Priya on the fitting room bench. After watching her and Carter go at it Johnny was anxious for his turn to use Priya's ass, so he'd pushed her into the missionary position on the small bench covered in clothes and mounted her.

Carter watched them from the door, posing as their lookout as Johnny furiously hammered down into the small Indian mom. It'd been over hour since Johnny had cum so his urgency was understandable, but he wasn't usually this rough with their plaything. He was acting less like himself and more like Carter.

Priya's legs were raised in the air as Johnny thrust down into her, making her shake and shiver with every movement. He also had to clasp a hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming her head off, which she did anyway as her ass we ravaged to her near breaking point. Priya was on the verge of passing out from the rough fucking she was receiving just after her mind-shattering ass orgasm. Both types of orgasms made Priya go nearly insane, which was why she'd become addicted to having them multiple times a day. With a twitch and spasm, she begins to cum from Johnny's rough uncharacteristic fucking. The white hunk uses his free hand to reach between them and angrily attack her clit as he shoves himself into her as deep as he could go.