My name is Rahul. I’m 28 years old, fair, muscular, and handsome, living in Mumbai with my family. My family consists of my mother, Sunita, who’s 48, my elder brother’s wife (my bhabhi), Priya, who’s 30, and my younger sister, Riya, who’s 22. My mother is still a stunning woman—fair, with a curvy body, her breasts large and round like ripe melons, always straining against her saree. Her hips are wide, and her ass sways seductively when she walks. Priya, my bhabhi, is a bombshell—fair, with a slim waist, her breasts full and perky, and an ass so round and soft that it jiggles with every step. Riya, my sister, is a young beauty—fair, with a tight body, her breasts firm and round, her nipples always poking through her tops, and her ass small but perfectly shaped. I never thought I’d end up in a wild group sex session with my mother, bhabhi, and sister, but one night, everything changed, and I fulfilled my deepest, darkest desires.
It was a hot night in March 2025. Mumbai was swelteringly unbearable, and the heat seemed to ignite something primal in all of us. My brother was away on a business trip, leaving me alone with the three women of the house. I was in the living room, sipping a glass of whiskey, trying to cool off, when my mother walked in. She was wearing a thin, red saree that clung to her curves, her blouse barely containing her massive breasts. “Rahul, it’s so hot tonight,” she said, fanning herself. Her voice was sultry, and I couldn’t help but notice how her saree slipped, revealing her deep cleavage. My cock twitched in my shorts. “Yeah, Ma, it’s unbearable,” I replied, my eyes glued to her body. Just then, Priya walked in, wearing a tight nightie that hugged her body like a second skin. Her breasts bounced as she moved, and her ass swayed seductively. “Rahul, why don’t we all have a drink to relax?” she suggested, her voice dripping with mischief. I nodded, my mind already racing with forbidden thoughts.
Riya joined us soon after, wearing a tiny tank top and shorts that barely covered her ass. Her nipples were hard, poking through the thin fabric, and her thighs looked so smooth and inviting. “I want a drink too!” she said, giggling. I poured whiskey for all of us, and we sat on the couch, the alcohol quickly taking effect. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the heat between us growing. “Rahul, you’re looking so handsome tonight,” Priya said, her hand resting on my thigh. Her touch sent a jolt through my body, and my cock hardened instantly. My mother smiled, her eyes glinting with something I’d never seen before. “He’s always been a good-looking boy,” she said, her voice low andರ
The whiskey was making us all bolder, and the boundaries between us were crumbling fast. Riya moved closer to me, her body pressed against mine. “Bhaiya, I’ve always had a crush on you,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. I turned to her, my heart racing, and before I knew it, our lips were locked in a passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, and I could taste the whiskey on her breath. I felt a hand on my chest—it was Priya. “Don’t leave me out, Rahul,” she purred, pulling me into a deep kiss. Her lips were soft and hungry, and I groaned as her hand slid down to my crotch, rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.
My mother stood up, her saree slipping off her shoulder, revealing her massive breasts. “I want some fun too,” she said, her voice thick with lust. She pulled her blouse off, her breasts bouncing free, her nipples hard and dark. I couldn’t believe what was happening—my mother, bhabhi, and sister, all ready to give themselves to me. I stood up, my 8-inch cock straining against my shorts, and pulled them down. “Oh, Rahul, it’s so big,” Riya gasped, her eyes wide. Priya dropped to her knees, her hands wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she moaned, before taking me into her mouth. Her lips were warm and wet, and she sucked me deep, her tongue swirling around my tip. I groaned, my hands in her hair, as she bobbed her head up and down.
My mother came closer, her breasts pressing against my chest. “Fuck me, Rahul,” she whispered, her voice desperate. I pushed her onto the couch, lifting her saree to reveal her hairy, wet pussy. Her lips were swollen, and I could smell her arousal. I rubbed my cock against her slit, teasing her, before thrusting deep inside her. “Ohhh… Rahul… yes… fuck your mother…” she screamed, her pussy tight and hot around me. I pounded her hard, my balls slapping against her ass, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Riya climbed onto the couch, straddling my mother’s face. “Lick me, Ma,” she moaned, lowering her pussy onto my mother’s mouth. I watched as my mother’s tongue flicked out, lapping at Riya’s wet cunt, making her moan loudly.
Priya stood up, her nightie now off, her body completely naked. Her breasts were perfect, her nipples hard, and her pussy shaved and glistening. “I want you to fuck my ass, Rahul,” she said, bending over the couch, her round ass in the air. I pulled out of my mother, my cock slick with her juices, and moved behind Priya. I spat on her tight asshole, rubbing my cock against it, before pushing inside. “Ohhh… fuck… it’s so big…” Priya cried, her ass clenching around me. I fucked her hard, my hands gripping her hips, her moans filling the room. My mother was still eating Riya’s pussy, and Riya’s moans were getting louder. “I’m cumming, Ma… ohhh…” Riya screamed, her body shaking as she came on my mother’s face.
I pulled out of Priya’s ass and turned to Riya. “I want your pussy now, sis,” I growled. I laid her on the couch, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was pink and dripping, her clit swollen. I thrust into her, her tight cunt gripping me like a vice. “Bhaiya… fuck me… harder…” Riya begged, her nails digging into my back. I fucked her deep, my cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust, making her scream. My mother moved behind me, her hands on my ass, pushing me deeper into Riya. “Fuck your sister, Rahul… make her cum…” she urged. Priya climbed onto the couch, sitting on Riya’s face, grinding her pussy against Riya’s mouth. “Lick me, Riya… ohhh… yes…” Priya moaned, her breasts bouncing as she rode Riya’s face.
I could feel my orgasm building, the sight of my mother, bhabhi, and sister all lost in pleasure pushing me over the edge. “I’m gonna cum…” I groaned, my thrusts becoming erratic. “Cum in me, bhaiya…” Riya begged, her pussy clenching around me. I exploded inside her, my hot cum filling her tight cunt, my body shaking with the intensity of my release. Priya came on Riya’s face, her moans echoing through the room, and my mother fingered herself to another orgasm, her juices dripping onto the couch. We collapsed together, our bodies sweaty and spent, the air thick with the scent of sex.
That night changed everything. From then on, whenever my brother was away, my mother, bhabhi, and sister would come to me, eager for more. We’d fuck in every room of the house—sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in the shower, sometimes all night in my bed. “Rahul, you’re ours now,” Priya would say, her hand on my cock. My mother and sister would nod, their eyes filled with lust. I couldn’t get enough of them—their bodies, their moans, their insatiable desire. I had become the man of the house in every way, fulfilling their every need, and they fulfilled mine in ways I never thought possible.