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It's been almost two years since I've started this, and it's been a long road but I'm finally happy with this chapter (and very eager to get it out). There's more to come but I make no promises given my last hiatus, but I do have a new drive for writing again and I'm much less busy so we'll see how it goes. There's a plan for this and it's just gonna get crazier. Enjoy!
P.S. there was some debate about it in the comments last time but just to settle it, yes, I actually am Indian.
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Continuing where we left off...
Rohith's heart stopped, and a pit formed in his stomach the size of a fist. He wanted to scream, to cry out in rage, to grab his mother and shake her until she explained what was going on. Not that he needed any explanation. The evidence was all over his mom's smiling face. And his mother offered him nothing as she nonchalantly let her towel drop, revealing her naked form to him for the very first time.
He stared at his mother's large bare breasts, still dripping from her time in the shower. His eyes followed her wet sleek-black hair streaming down her beautifully curved back, ending inches above her shapely bare ass. Her mocha-colored skin was shiny from the sheen of water still cascading down it, and she paid no mind to it as she bent down and slipped on what looked like a pink thong. Next she put on a matching pink bra, if you could call it that. Her clothing left most of her body still uncovered and molded skin-tight to everything else.
Her top tightly cupped the very bottom of her breasts, and rose just to cover her dark-brown areolas, leaving what could be described as a hefty amount of cleavage and quite literally her tits hanging out.
The small pink triangle between her legs was the only evidence she had anything on down there, the fabric covering her hairless pussy and disappearing between her legs. As she turned to leave the bedroom she shared with her husband, Rohith got a view at her full applebottom ass, and the thong— essentially a string— reappearing at just above her ass and wrapping around her hips.
Priya stopped at the door and turned back to her son, a motherly smile on her face making her scantily dressed figure all the more arousing.
"Come downstairs Rohith, you must be hungry after school!"
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Carter could barely stand, laughing so hard his stomach hurt as he leant against the dining table, Johnny was across the room grabbing a drink from the kitchen, both of the boys momentarily satisfied from thoroughly using the fucktoy that is Rohith's mom.
"Did you—did you see the fucker's face?" Carter burst out laughing again, barely able to contain himself.
Johnny took a seat at the table, waiting for Rohith and his mom to come back down stairs. Priya enters the room first, seemingly naked and still very much wet from the shower she shared with the two boys. This was nothing new to the boys, both of them feeling a twitch in their groins for their MILF-slut. What was new was Rohith following his mother, unblinking and seemingly in shock.
Carter did his very best to keep his excitement at this development contained, but he couldn't seem to do it. He immediately rushed over to Priya and full-on grabbed her tits, making out with her right in front her son, shoving his tongue into her mouth.
Carter kept his eyes open and on Rohith who was standing behind his mom, watching with an almost pained expression as his mother audibly moaned at the action, reciprocating by allowing Carter to touch her where he pleased and add her own tongue into the mix of their deep kiss.
Carter pulled his tongue out of Priya's mouth, and she chased it with her own, her eyes and lips buzzing with slutty energy as if her son weren't even there. It was apparent that it no longer mattered if he was, playtime wasn't ending just yet.
Priya dismantled herself from Carter, much to her own disappointment. Carter continued his stare-down with Rohith behind her, loving the torment he was inflicting on the short Indian boy by showing him the true submissive slutty nature of his own mother.
"I'll make you boys something to eat, we've been so busy with playtime since noon!" She smiled throatily and sashays to the kitchen, swaying her hips in front of the white boys causing their cocks to throb tiredly. Carter finally looked away from Rohith and takes a seat next to Johnny at the table, watching his fuck-toy prepare to feed them.
Rohith didn't move, his eyes unblinking, still having trouble processing what was happening ever since he got home. In the last half-hour his world had been turned upside down. All he felt now was numb all over and a permanent weight in the pit of his stomach. He wordlessly sits down with the shirtless boys at the table, not sure what to do next. In front of him was the Calculus homework he had left unfinished. Desperate for some normalcy in his incredibly fucked up situation, he picked up a pen and continued the problem set.
He curiously lifts his head to see his mom cooking in the kitchen not far from them, her nearly naked body bouncing about without a care in the world. Somehow it felt like every movement she made seemed to be for entirely for the benefit of the white boys sitting at the dinner table. Rohith looks back at Johnny and Carter, expecting them to say something to him, but they just ignored him and continued to leer at his mother in the kitchen.
Carter looks back at him and smirked, clearly enjoying himself. The power trip was incredible. The white boys were using Rohith's Indian slut mother in every way possible, fucking her however they wanted, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it but watch.
Carter reaches under the table for his backpack, long forgotten since Priya began blowing him as soon as he arrived earlier in the day. He pulls out his own homework and wordlessly slides it across the table to Rohith. Johnny rips his gaze away from Priya bent over in the pantry and watches the interaction in amusement, and then does the same.
