Owning My Girlfriend’s Mom and Others – Part 2

AUTHOR’S NOTE- The following is a fictional story. It’s the second part of my third series of sex stories. You can check out my other stories from my profile page. Wishing you all a hot reading!

Riya: OMG! You’re here, and you didn’t tell me. How long did you have to wait? You could’ve called me, and I would’ve come.

I smiled and hugged her. While hugging her, I could feel the emptiness around my chest. Having felt big boobs now, Riya’s boobs felt even smaller now.

Aunty had left me with a boner, so it took only a hug to get it back. I squeezed her ass and thrust my groin on hers.

Riya: Mom is at home, stupid.

Me: Fuck her. I want to fuck you right now.

This turned on Riya, and I cupped her face and started kissing her. Her back was facing towards the door, so she couldn’t see when her mom came at the door, but I saw. I pulled her pants down and grabbed her naked ass in front of Aunty.

She was smiling. I signalled her to leave the house. She nodded and went towards the gate.

Riya regained her senses in a while, “Mom can come here anytime.”

That’s when Aunty announced that she was going to the parlour and would be back only after an hour. It was followed by the sound of the closing gate.

Me: Now, no one can save you from me.

Riya smiled, and I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a kiss. My other hand kept squeezing her boobs hard. She was moaning in my mouth. Then I took off her top and bra and pushed her onto the bed. I took off her pants.

Then I took off my clothes and underwear.  My dick was hard. I slid her panty off and separated her legs. I pushed myself inside her in one go with great force, and she screamed. I felt proud when a girl screamed during sex.

I held her hair and started fucking her like a bitch. Normally, I’d start slow, but today, I was already turned on, so I increased the pace early on.

She kept moaning: “Ahhh. What has gotten into you? Ahhh. Ahhhh. You’re so rough, ahhh. Fuck me. Fuck…ahh.”

She was moaning loudly, and it tempted me more. “You’re just a fucking slut to me.” I slapped her hard. I was also mad at her for coming at the wrong time, which made me fuck her mercilessly.

I slapped again, and she was crying and moaning: “Ohh, yes, punish me, Daddy.”

I held her throat and squeezed her nipples with the other hand while still pounding that chick hard.

“Oh gosh! I’m sorry.” We didn’t realise when Shree had come. Riya panicked seeing her, but when you’ve gotten a blowjob from their mom, you get a different confidence.

I paused for a moment but continued fucking her sister while staring into her eyes.

“What are you doing? She’s here. Ahhh. Umm,” Riya tried to complain, but her moans didn’t stop.

I increased my pace even more. I sucked her boobs. Shree’s jaws dropped, and she stood there for a few seconds watching her sister getting nailed before realising she should’ve taken off a long ago.

“Let me go. Ahhh. What would she think?” she said and tried pushing me, but she had already disappointed me once, and I couldn’t let her do it twice, so I pushed her back to bed and locked her hands above her.

“You can’t go until I’ve cummed the last of my drops inside your pussy. I stared into her eyes and pulled her nipple.” She nodded like a good sex slave.

I fucked her like a cheap slut for a long time and came inside her. I lay beside her and came inside her.

Riya: You were extra rough today.

Me: I know.

Did you not like it?

Riya: Stupid, I loved it. But my pussy hurts.

Me: Well, I know you like these pains.

She smiled. Then, almost immediately remembered.

Riya: Shit. Shree saw us. What would she think? What if she tells Mom?

Me: I know you’ll take care of her.

Riya was still not convinced, but I knew it didn’t matter. Her mom already knew.

Riya: I’m sorry, baby, but I’ll have to go and talk to her.

Me: Okay. I’ll leave then.

We kissed, and I left for home.

At night:

Aunty: So, how was the sex?

Me: It was great.

Aunty: I can see it in the way Riya’s limping today.

Me: Oh, really? I didn’t know I was that rough.

Aunty: Well, I can understand why you were rough, and it’s only healthy to get your frustration out during sex if she liked it rough. Something tells me Riya does.

Me: I think every girl likes it rough. They just won’t tell.

Aunty: I guess you’re right.

Me: Do you?

Aunty: It doesn’t matter. Does it?

Me: Why? It does.

Aunty: You know it was a one-time thing?

Me: I know it wasn’t.

Aunty: Wow. I like your confidence, but I’m sorry. This can’t keep happening.

I read the text and was disappointed. I couldn’t help but grab those boobs again. So I made a clip of me stroking my dick and telling her how much I liked her blowjob today and what I’ll do to her boobs again. I set it as view once and sent it to her. She quickly opened it but didn’t reply. I was left disappointed again.

After an hour,

Aunty: You’ve got a nice dick.

I quickly opened it.

Me: Did you like the clip?

Aunty: Yeah. I’m sorry for not replying. I felt a little guilty.

Me: So why are you replying now?

Aunty: I guess, like every human, I’ve got the right to be selfish sometimes.

Me: I don’t understand.

She sent me her topless photo, and it wasn’t set to view once.

Me: Oh my fucking God. I can never get over them.

Aunty: I trust you. That’s why I didn’t even set it to view once. You can keep it.

Me: Thank you so much. I’m going to go and have a quick solo session right now.

Aunty: Lol. Wait

Me: Yes?

Aunty: What exactly do you want from me?

Me: Should I be honest?

Aunty: Yes

Me: Everything. I want every inch of your skin to be mine. I want to have the free use right to your body. I want to get inside you even when I know I won’t last long in you because you’re so tempting that I would cum in just a few seconds. But those few seconds would be worth everything.

Aunty: I’m impressed.

Me: And I’m hard.

Aunty: I know, but I’ve given you this challenge. If you want more, you’ll have to complete the challenges.

Me: Do I need to push up with one hand?

Aunty: Lol. I want you to…

Me:?

Aunty: This is weird, but I want you to fuck my other daughters first.

Me: Wait, what?

Aunty: Yes. Start with Shree. She would be easy.

Me: But why?

Aunty: There are many reasons, and all of them are almost stupid. First, I want to see if you’ve got the jizz to get more girls to bed. Second, I don’t know how, but only Riya got small boobs. The other two have got like mine, so you’ll like them.

Aunty: Third, I want someone trustworthy to encourage them to lead a good sex life and not shy away from it. Fourth, are you even a heterosexual male if you’re passing up on the opportunity to have sex with more girls?

Me: Wow. So much. I never thought about it. I had made out with other girls and even seen their nudes, but never had sex with anyone other than her.

Aunty: Well, you’ve already cheated on her, and it’s not like you’re actually regretting it. You said you want more.

Me: With you.

Aunty: I’m offering you more. And we will also do everything if you complete the challenges.

I was thinking about it. What was there to lose anyway? She was right. If I’m okay with cheating on her with her mother, then having sex with her sisters is somewhat expected. Lol. I hadn’t actually paid attention to them, but now, if you think about them.

Shree was smaller in height but had large boobs, almost the same size as her mother’s. Now I suddenly remembered, she wasn’t wearing a bra today when she came to the door.

Her nipples were poking through her top, and I noticed it but forgot. It would be nice to grab them. She was a little wheatish, but it looked good on her.

Anushka was the mature one— both physically and mentally. She had the right amount of boobs and ass, just the size I liked the most. She was fair and the most beautiful among the three.

If she were my age and I weren’t in love with Riya, I would have definitely married her. She was only 2 years older, though, and although she had a boyfriend, I still hoped that she was a virgin.

Aunty: What happened?

Me: What if I say yes?

Aunty: Don’t be melodramatic. I know you would be already thinking about them and drooling.

Me: Yes, but I’m also thinking about you.

Aunty: *shy emoji*

Me: What do I need to do?

Aunty: Start with Shree. She would be easier than Anushka.

Me: Any tips?

Aunty: I hate to be a bad mother, but she trusts me the most. So if anything would have to happen to her by “someone,” she would tell me first and not Riya.

Me: So I should be direct with her?

Aunty: That’s your call, but I told you that you shouldn’t worry about her telling anything to Riya.

Me: So, did she tell you she caught us having sex?

Aunty: Yes. But don’t tell Riya. I told her that you’re a nice boy and Riya has a good partner to help her explore. And she told Riya that she would not tell me so.

Me: Wow. What a little snitch.

Aunty: *laughing emoji*

Me: But when do I get you?

Aunty: We can have our mini sessions when we’re alone, but the next blowjob you’ll get is from Shree only. Not even Riya.

Me: Why? If you’re not giving it, at least let Riya give it to me. I’ve already impressed her.

Aunty: Nope. Not getting it from anywhere will increase your desire, and you’ll work harder to get it.

Me: Fine, Mom. Now send them boobies to your baby.

We videocalled, and she showed me her boobs. She also squeezed them for me, and I masturbated on the camera. I recorded the call for future use.

To be continued.

Hi. It’s the author. If you liked the story, please send feedback and suggestions to [email protected]. I might not write the next parts if I don’t get enough mail. So please do mail to motivate me.