Both the mother and the daughter hugged each other as Kamila asked, "Mom, I want to ask you something?"
"Hhmm! I sensed it. What's bothering you honey?"
"Did I hurt you in some way or the other by being flirtatious with Manish?"
Neeta was surprised by that question. She didn't know her daughter was thinking in that way.
"Now, what made you ask that? I am not hurt or mad that you were close with Manish, Kams. I love both of you. I wouldn't mind you both being close. I mean if that's okay with Raj."
Kamila sighed, "it's nothing, mom. Just felt I interfered in something. I mean he is your boyfriend."
Neeta laughed. "Boyfriend?? What are you talking, Kams. I am your mother; I am a forty year old housewife. I don't have boyfriends. I am an old lady."
It was Kams turn to laugh. "Old lady?? What are you on, mom? You are the hottest piece of property in city at the moment, I know. My God!! If you pick up lovers, dad has nothing to do but shut his mouth and keep on his business. You are the queen, mom. You just need to display your charm and live life by your rules. That's what you are."
"Hey, tone it down, about your dad, alright."
"Sorry, sorry. I meant you are very alluring, mom. Anyway, if nothing's wrong about the issue of Manish, I am a relieved lady."
"Thank god for that."
"Hey, mom, I have got an idea."
Neeta smiled and replied. "I am sure that it is a wicked one."
"Way wicked, mom. Why don't we take a snap now of both of us in this topless fashion and send it to Manish?"
Neeta gasped. "You are really bad, lady."
"Please, please, mom. Please."
"Come on, Kamila. It's not appropriate."
"Please, mom. It's for our lover, Manish."
Neeta's heart skipped a beat with that dialogue. 'Our lover', the phrase surely got her excited.
She didn't know if it was appropriate or not but she was going with the flow of her daughter's uninhibited sexuality. Taking a snap is one thing and sending it to her nephew is completely another. But somewhere in her mind she wanted to do it. She wanted to be the naughty housewife. Kamila might be the best excuse for her. But she felt the need to at least put up a fight. She tried to be a proper mom at least for a while.
"Kamila, we shouldn't be doing it, honey. Don't you think it's wrong?"
Kamila slightly grazed her mother's nipples with her nail as Neeta moaned with delight. She kissed her mother's cheek.
"Tell me, mom. You also want it."
"Oh Kams, what can I make you to talk you out of this?"
"Nothing, mom. I know you are all for it. I know the eagerness with which you went to his room after I came back the other night. It was like you were desperate for it. I also know the way you made an excuse for both of you to stay back while going to the airport. You didn't want to rue that you missed the chance of fucking him. You are deeper in thrall with him than you admit you are. You will do anything he asks, I know that. You will just be ready to serve his cock on your knees in just a flash. Don't say that I am wrong."
Neeta bit her lower lip as her eyes closed with the awesome sensation ripping through her body. Her daughter was playing with her boobs like a seductress while she pressed her thighs against each other as emotions were getting better of her. Her daughter was right. She was in awe of Manish. Kamila smiled at her mom's excitement. She felt that Neeta deserved something for her stupendous beauty. She really deserved to be on the receiving end of some well built stud. Kamila felt it was her duty to help her mom achieve that.
"Am I wrong, mom? Tell me, mom. Aren't you Manish's slut?"
"Uuunnnggg!"
Neeta was conflicted. Admitting before her husband was like playing a seductive game. It was for their mutual sexual perversions. But if she admitted it to her daughter, it was the truth. It was her confirmation of her submission being a lover and slut to her stud nephew. Just that thought made her happy. She was really happy that she was Manish's fuck-toy. She oozed as the thought entered her brain.
Kamila noticed her mother was getting more excited by the moment. "You want to go back, don't you, mom? You want to be back in Hyderabad and be an in house whore for your nephew, don't you? You just want to take up your role of being a fuck-toy to my cousin. Well, he deserves the best skills of a talented whore like you, mom. Don't you agree? Tell me, mom."
Neeta bit her lip. She couldn't deny it anymore. "Hhmm! Yes, baby. I want to be his whore."
"So, you are admitting that you are his slut?"
"Yes, Kamila. I am."
"Hmm, mom, then let's snap a pic of us together and send it to him."
"Whatever you say, honey."
But Kamila didn't need that. She didn't want to be the one making the decision. Her mother was more than willing for it. So, she needed to say that of her own accord. She needed to show that she was all for sending the picture.
Kamila continued showering kisses on her mother's cheek and her neck as she flicked her rosy nipples. "Tell you what, mom, let's drop the idea."
Neeta turned towards her daughter slightly coming out of that spooning position. She noticed the admiration in her daughter's eyes as the latter gazed on her breasts. There was clearly lust and envy in Kamila's eyes. Neeta felt funny that she could make a young and beautiful lady envious with her figure. But she didn't understand why her daughter decided to drop sending their pic to Manish. Frankly speaking, Neeta was excited to send an erotic image to her younger lover. She felt Manish shagging off to her picture nothing short of a compliment. Whatever the persons surrounding lauded about her beauty, she didn't believe them. She honestly didn't think she was beautiful.
Kamila slowly swiped her tongue on the side of her mom's breasts, skirting around her left nipple. Neeta clutched her daughter harder with her oral ministrations. Kamila liked the touch of her mom's flesh on her tongue. She couldn't help admire and worship her beauty. She laughed inside as she saw her mother was falling into the trap.
"I don't think you are interested in sending the pic, mom."
"It's not that, honey. But if you think..."
"No, mom. I wouldn't do anything to force you. It should be of your own willingness and even desire to send the pic. I understand that you are afraid that the pic may come into wrong hands."
Neeta shook her head, "it's not that, baby. I trust Manish. He won't displace improper pictures of ours. But it just..."
"Leave it, mom. I am not sending the picture, happy?"
Neeta was in turmoil, now. The idea of sending the pic had excited her and now she wanted to. With the increasing libido with her daughter's ministrations, she couldn't control it.
"Come on, honey. Snap us together and send him our pose."
"I won't, mom. You are not whole heartedly into it."
"I am, darling." Neeta was bordering on pleading, now. She didn't know what to say to her daughter to convince her. She needed help.
"Convince me, mom."
That was the ticket. She hugged her daughter back and said, "Kamila, your mom is the basest slut. I want Manish to see me, his whore in a fashion that would be worthy of me. Naked, lusty and ever willing to please him. I want him to see my breasts and my slutty cunt so that he could jerk off, whenever he can. Please, darling, do me this favor."
Kamila smiled. "I know mom. You had it in you. You are a randy whore with a nasty cunt."
She whipped her Smartphone from the bedside and snapped a self image of her and Neeta as she kissed her on the cheek and several other poses. In one pose, she clicked while she sucked on her mother's red, rosy, sensuous nipples. But in all the images, the bed sheet covered their bottoms. They were visible till their belly buttons. Neeta was wearing some gold necklaces and her hair was disheveled in a sexy way, while Kamila's hair was in a pony tail. While Kamila looked very beautiful, Neeta looked exotic and too hot to trot.
Kamila carried on the ministrations on her mother. 'Mom, we will send the images of our slutty cunts, the next time. What do you say? Let him get acquainted with these first.'
The daughter clicked and sent the pics to her cousin, hundreds of miles away.
Manish noticed the ping on his mobile. He was busy on his computer and distractedly looked at his mobile. There was some message alert on his social messenger. He noticed that they were from Kamila. He smiled to himself. She must have texted him some flirty message. The little cunt is a naughty bitch, he smiled to himself. But when he opened his messenger, he was stunned. He hurriedly looked over his shoulders to see that he was alone. After making sure that everything is okay, he went through the pics and his eyes popped out of his head.
His cock suddenly perked up and was hard in an instant as he scanned the images of his aunt and cousin. Fuck! The bitches are surely hot. Especially, this elder cunt. Neeta, he sighed to himself. He couldn't get the slut out of his mind. She had been in his thoughts since the last day. He had a hard time sleeping last night as he imagined her mouth on his cock, but when he woke up, there was only disappointment.
He read the message, his cousin had typed, "missing your sluts??''
He replied, "Very much"
As he watched the images, he was missing them more. He didn't imagine, his aunt would be such a slut to send her naked pics in this fashion. And he was amazed that the pair was hugging in a sexual fashion. Both of them were naked in her bed. His breath became more uneven as he noticed Kamila doing unimaginable things on her mother. She sucked her breasts, licked her mother's nipples for the sake of the photographs. All these were having an effect on him. But the pic, which made him almost stop his heart, was the smooch between the two. This lesbian angle was just adding spice to the affair.
Kamila showed her mom the message and both of them smiled at his reply. Neeta was constantly moaning as Kamila never stopped massaging her mom's breasts or kissing her neck, breasts and even her midriff. Her daughter was quite the bitch. Neeta was mesmerized when Kamila kissed her. it was really something else. Her daughter's tongue was very soft, sensitive compared to her male lover and her husband. But the fact that she was doing it for her nephew made it more special. She kissed her daughter with all the love she could possess and so it devolved into something wonderful. Kamila didn't know that kisses could be so powerful. She had learned it from her cousin and now from her mom.
They hugged with all smiles and sent a few more to Manish.
Manish messaged, "hey, what's all this? Are you two getting out of your mind?"