Ma's moans continued[END]

Ma's moans continued as Gopal Uncle continued devouring her, his head bobbing between her thighs. Slowly I too could feel myself getting shamefully, incredibly wet just watching them. It seemed I was still affected from the fucking earlier in the evening. My body hadn't fully recovered from Arvind, and the lingering sensitivity was now working against me.

Ma finally couldn't take the **** anymore. "Please..." she shouted, her voice cracking with desperation. "Gopal... I need you inside me... please..."

Gopal Uncle pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug, cruel grin plastered on his face. He kept his hand firmly on her pussy, rubbing a thumb over her swollen clit just to keep her on the edge.

"You want my dick?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. "Is that what you want, you greedy woman?"

"Yes..." Ma sobbed, her head thrashing from side to side. "God, yes... please... give it to me..."

It was so shameful. Seeing my mother beg like a cheap whore, But I still couldn't stop watching. My fingers slowly had moved down and were now rubbing against my own clit, trying to cool down the itchiness there.

Gopal Uncle laughed, a dark, satisfied sound. "Okay, fine, darling. Since you asked so nicely."

He stood up straight and fumbled with his belt. With a quick shove, he pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles in one go.

I gasped softly, my eyes widening in shock.

His member was... so odd-looking. Compared to Arvind, who was long and lean, Gopal Uncle was different. He was shorter, definitely, but he was thick. Absurdly thick. It looked like a heavy, swollen club of flesh, dark and angry, with a head that seemed too big for the shaft.

How must that feel inside? The thought crossed my mind unbidden, a flash of curiosity mixing with the disgust. It looked like it would stretch you apart completely.

Ma saw it and let out a guttural moan just from the sight, her eyes devouring him.

"Fuck..." she breathed, reaching out with trembling hands to touch it. "I need that... put it in me, Gopal..."

Gopal Uncle didn't make her beg for another second. He grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly, and climbed on top of her, settling his weight between her spread thighs.

I held my breath, my hand freezing between my legs for a moment, eyes glued to the connection point.

"Here it comes," he grunted.

He thrust his hips forward. I saw the thick, angry head disappear inside her, followed by inch after inch of that swollen shaft. Ma threw her head back and let out a loud, shameless moan, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Oh god... yes!" she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "More... Gopal... put it all inside me... stretch me..."

Gopal Uncle laughed, a cruel, guttural sound. "You greedy bitch. You can barely take it."

But he did exactly what she asked. He pulled back almost all the way and then slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt with a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the quiet kitchen.

Ma shrieked, a mix of pain and pure ecstasy, her legs locking around his waist to pull him even deeper.

"Fuck!" she sobbed. "Yes! Just like that!"

He didn't stop there. With one hand, he roughly yanked her kurti up, bunching the fabric around her neck. Her breasts tumbled out, heaving with her rapid breaths. He leaned down and latched onto her left nipple with his teeth, biting down hard while he started to piston in and out of her.

Ma screamed again, bucking wildly beneath him, but she didn't push him away. She pressed his head closer, clearly loving the pain. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of his heavy thighs slapping against her butt cheeks filled the kitchen.

I couldn't stand still anymore.I stood there, trembling, my hand working frantically between my legs now. It was sick. It was twisted. The sight of them - the raw animalistic fucking, the way her body slammed against the table with every thrust, the wet noises of their skin slapping together , it was driving me over the edge. I rubbed myself harder, my breath hitching in time with Ma's moans.

"You like that?" Gopal Uncle growled, lifting his head from her bruised breast, saliva stringing between his lips and her nipple. He kept pounding into her, relentless and hard.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!" Ma wailed, getting louder with every thrust.

Gopal Uncle suddenly slapped her breast hard, making her gasp.

"Quiet, you bitch," he growled, though he didn't stop thrusting. "You're screaming like a cat in heat. Do you want Shreya to come down here?"

Ma shook her head dizzily, her eyes rolling back. "I... I don't care... fuck me... just fuck me..."

"You don't care?" Gopal Uncle laughed darkly, slowing his pace just to tease her, grinding that thick shaft in circles deep inside her. "Imagine if she's awake upstairs. Imagine if she can hear her mother getting railed by her dear uncle."

My heart hammered against my ribs. He was saying it. He was saying exactly what was happening.

"No..." Ma moaned, but her hips bucked up, trying to **** him to speed up again.

"Maybe she's not just listening," Gopal Uncle whispered, leaning down to hiss into her ear, his voice carrying clearly to where I stood. "Maybe she's listening to you scream... and touching herself. Rubbing her little pussy while imagining this big cock inside her mommy."

A jolt of electricity shot through me. I nearly cried out. It was like he could see me through the wood of the door.

Ma reacted instantly. Her eyes snapped open, dilated and wild, staring up at him. The taboo of it seemed to hit her hard. Instead of being horrified, her inner walls clamped down on him visibly.

"Oh god," she choked out, a fresh flush darkening her chest. "Gopal... don't say that... she's my daughter..."

"But it turns you on, doesn't it?" he taunted, slamming back into her with renewed ****. "Thinking about your daughter watching you be a slut?"

"Yes!" Ma screamed, her resistance shattering completely. "Yes! Fuck! It turns me on!"

Gopal Uncle laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that bounced off the tiled walls. His hands clamped down on her breasts again, squeezing the soft flesh so violently I thought he might leave bruises.

"Good," he growled, his voice dripping with malice and lust. "Remember it. Burn it into your brain, Kavita. Remember what you are. You are a slut. An irremediable, dirty slut who gets turned on imagining her own daughter watching her."

He slammed into her hard, making her cry out, his hips grinding against hers.

"A mother," he sneered, breathless with exertion, "who wants her daughter to see her getting fucked by a man who isn't her husband. You want Shreya to see you being used like a whore, don't you?"

Ma didn't deny it. She didn't even try to defend herself. The accusation, the sheer filth of it, seemed to break something inside her. Her head thrashed back against the hard wood of the table, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her moans increased considerably, shifting from pained gasps to loud, wailing cries of pure, corrupted pleasure.

"Yes!" she sobbed, her legs hooking tighter around his waist. "Yes... I'm a slut... oh god, Gopal... fuck me!"

I stood there, paralyzed in the dark hallway, my brain short-circuiting. I was unable to process this side of her. This was my own mother admitting she wanted me to see this filth. The shock was too much, but the arousal was even stronger. It was confusing, terrifying, and intoxicating all at once.

So I did the only thing I could do. I sought an escape through the sensation.

My hand, already slick with my own fluids, stopped just rubbing the surface. I couldn't wait anymore. I curled my fingers and shoved them inside myself. One finger, then two, pushing deep into my own wet, tightness as I continued watching.