Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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PT 3: Priya's Public Fucking
what up fam, here's part 3 of plaything. It didn't take two years this time and I'm def more focused on where im taking it. This story was actually an idea i got from a forum.
On another note, if you didn't like my two previous chapters, I respect your tastes, but my coming stories are going to very much in the same vein. I also got requests early on to make this an incest story but I want to dispel any misconceptions with that. This is a cuckold story that's listed under "Mature", not "Incest/Taboo". Now, for those of y'all that like this you may enjoy.
P.S. big ups to EnglishTeacher AKA WIRProductions for helping me out with this. appreciated.
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"Rohith! Come down to eat!"
Rohith flinched at his mother's call, still very much in shock at the events he had witnessed earlier in the day. His dread and humiliation had morphed into denial and disbelief, and then lust as he furiously masturbated over and over again to the fresh memories of his mother's carnal behavior. Her cries of ecstasy, her defiled writhing body, her cum-caked face. And now finally, Rohith was overcome with shame.
Begrudgingly, Rohith left his room and walked down the stairs to find his mother and father waiting for him at the dinner table. He could never see her the same, but she gave no indication that anything had changed, and there was a kind of unspoken agreement between them to not mention their situation to Rohith's father.
Priya had changed into her most modest clothing, wearing a blue low-cut sweater. She moved and acted as if nothing were out of the ordinary, setting up the dining table for her husband and son as she had for the last 19 years.
Rohith's dad was already eating, stuffing his face with the rotis Priya had prepared. He was a heavy-set man, teetering on obese, and so clearly undeserving of the beauty that was his wife. They had only ended up together as an arranged marriage, or else Priya would have taken up residence in an American or European brothel long ago.
"Come Rohith, eat!" Rohith watches his father continue to devour the food in front of him, unaware that hours before, his wife was being sodomized by thick American boys at the very table they all sat at.
Rohith shifts his gaze to his mother, who he noticed was not eating very much. Her "liquid diet" had left her full, and she seemed to feel the need to keep her anal cavity clean for the next day's activities. She looked up to see her son studying her, and smiled at him, a naughty gleam in her eye.
"How did that tutoring go today Rohith? I hope you're not wasting your time doing a favor on your auntie." Rohith was snapped back to reality by his father's question. His mother answered for him, still with a devious tone about her.
"Oh they seem to be doing well. They're both leaning a lot." Her voice just dripping with innuendo as she smiles motherly at her son. That damn smile. It was the same one she'd given him his entire life. But now every time Rohith saw her face, the image of a cock in her mouth flashed in his mind. Carter and Johnny had ruined his mother's face forever.
Rajesh barely notices his wife's comment, continuing to eat his roti and paneer at the very spot Priya was bent over and anally reamed by thick white cock. The juxtaposition was almost comical. Priya's husband hopelessly oblivious to what his wife was up to when he was not home, but her son was now painfully aware.
Rohith silently eats the food his mother prepared occasionally glancing at her as she smiled dreamily remembering the meals she had eaten earlier in the day, how much had been dripped onto her face, squirted in her mouth, shoved down her throat, now sitting in her stomach...
"Rohith! Did you hear me?" The Indian teen was snapped out of his reverie by his dad, his mind was still fried from the day. He was unable to think of anything else.
"No papa, what was it?"
His dad grunted and continued to disgustingly chew and talk at the same time.
"I will be gone for the rest week, so you will need to be home right after school everyday. Don't want to leave your mom all alone in this house."
Rohith nearly choked on his food. Normally, his father leaving for work wouldn't be a novel idea, but Rohith now knew that his mother would hardly be alone, and take full advantage of the situation.
"Yes papa," Rohith answered dejectedly, but his father barely noticed his reply.
"Don't worry dear," Priya addressed her husband like a doting housewife, "Rohith and I will have plenty of fun together."
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The next day Rohith sat in his fourth period Biology class, still numb from his experiences of the last day. His time at school felt like an escape, a solace from the painful truth that awaited him at home. He noticed that Carter and Johnny weren't at lunch today either but he had a very good idea where they were, who they were with, and what they were doing.
As if the universe were responding to his thoughts, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced down to see that he'd received a text from his mother's phone. Dreading what it was but unable to stop himself, Rohith opened the text to find an image no son should ever see.
His mother's face looked back at him. She on her hands and knees, dressed in a scantily clad blue bikini looking up at the camera with a large white cock in her mouth. Her lips were sucking on the head emphasizing the length. Whoever was holding the camera (Johnny or Carter) had one hand on top of her head and their fingers laced in her hair. Priya's eyes were glazed over, clearly loving what she was doing, and seemingly posing for the picture. The look she had on her face was one of ecstasy and pleasure, the same way she'd looked at Rohith the day before. The entire picture was taken from above her, so her entire back was in the frame. She seemed to be on a pool chair at the community pool, and behind her was another white boy flush against her ass. Her back was arched sluttily to accentuate her curves, her exposed breasts peeking out underneath her
Rohith nearly screamed his head off right then and there. He felt himself hardening in his pants at the image, but could do nothing about it at the moment. Unable to look away, he stared at the picture of his mother sucking the thick white cock, wondering to himself why this was happening to him...
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"Oh yeah that's it, all the way down." Carter chuckles to himself as Priya continues to consume his dick below him.
She lets out a muffled moan as he places both his hands on her head. Carter pulls her face to him as he thrusts forward, forcing his long cock into her throat.
Her eyes start to water and she makes choking sounds but doesn't pull away. Her saliva runs thick around his member and seeps out of her lips, beginning to drip in long streams. Carter was enjoying his place in her throat, and starts to facefuck her. Priya continues to choke with each movement the white boy makes, and her drool keeps running like a river.
Johnny continues leisurely fucking Priya's pussy behind, enjoying the sight of her bobbing head into his friend's crotch. Carter was delighting in torturing Rohith, and Johnny would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it too. On a whim he wound up his hand and smacked her ass, eliciting a moan from the Indian woman.
Priya shivers at the contact in pleasure. Her eyes roll up into her head and her pussy gushes at the sharp pain, excited at what the boys had in store for her. Carter finally removes his hands from her head but Priya doesn't let go of his cock, eager to suck and be fucked at the same time.