The trio had spent themselves at the community club, filling Priya's mouth and pussy in and around the pool. Priya asked to suck off the lifeguard but they didn't let her, she'd get her fill of white cock soon. Priya didn't mind, rubbing their ejaculate into her skin, but Johnny and Carter were frustrated as they still had plans. They wanted to fuck Priya again in the shower, but she insisted she needed to get clean for their day out. The boys needed to recover anyways, and now their hardons were raging. Carter planned to change that at their next destination.
They were now driving to the mall in Priya's Pontiac sedan, a birthday gift from her husband. Rajesh probably never imagined that his traditional Indian wife would be pleasuring his son's bullies in the backseat. But here they were.
Carter parked the car in front of the Macy's, and took a look into the back. Johnny had sat up in the seat behind the passenger and Priya was still hard at work sloppily stroking and sucking his cock, her saliva now coating the long appendage. Bubbles of spit were gathering at the base of Johnny's groin from Priya's double-handed jerking, her mouth drooling from above.
"We're here," Carter says with a smile. Johnny looks up at him and then out the window as if he didn't believe him. Seeing the mall, he pulls Priya's mouth off his drenched dick forcefully — or else she would not have let him go — and buckles up his pants.
Priya sits back on her knees pouting, wiping her mouth with her finger, still hungry for cock. The two boys exit the car and head to the Macy's, Priya following them obediently.
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For an hour and a half Rohith felt safe. He was now sitting in his AP Physics class, the two pictures he had received still plaguing his thoughts but no longer at the forefront of his mind. The best solution he'd come up was to my think of it, and preoccupy himself with different things. And what better way to do that than his favorite subject. Physics, the science of motion. Kinetic and potential energy, pendulums, friction. Something about it was exciting to him. For almost an hour and a half he had nearly forgotten. And then his phone buzzed.
He knew what it would be. And he tried to ignore it. But it buzzed again, and then again. He wanted to just make it through this class without having to think about what his mother was doing with those two at that very moment. Rohith just wanted this piece of himself to be normal. Why couldn't they let him have that? Why couldn't his own mom let him have just this?
But inevitably, the bell rang, and he had to leave class. His next period was study hall which was essentially a free period, so he made his way to the bathroom and settled into a stall. He checked his texts to find two images, and a video. From the thumbnails he could make out very little, so he tapped on the first picture.
The view was from behind his mother facing a mirror in a small dimly lit room. Again, she was nearly naked except for a black lace bra that barely covered her breasts. In the reflection Rohith could see Carter holding up the phone behind Priya, and the hand not holding the camera Carter had used to grab her hair. The white boy's camera angle was almost brilliant; using the mirror he managed to capture Priya's entire front body bent slightly forward, as well as her entire backside. Priya's hands were behind her on her ass cheeks, spreading herself wide open for the white bully. At the bottom of the picture was a clear shot of Carter's cock entirely ensheathed balls deep in the Indian mom's asshole. The athlete's naked pelvis was flush against Priya's ass, clear proof that he was lodged as deep as possible into the MILF's anal canal. Rohith looked into the mirror to see his mother's face in the middle of an orgasm, her mouth twisted in the throes of silent pleasure, and her eyes looking straight into the camera's reflection. Rohith had to wonder if she even knew that he was receiving these pictures, but he couldn't imagine her not. There was clearly no point in hiding anything from him, but actively showing him was another thing. He drank in the image over and over again before swiping right to the next one.
This picture showed the couple in the same position but from a profile angle. The small room was now clearly a fitting room, and the picture was most likely taken by Johnny. This time Carter had his right hand holding onto Priya's arms, pulling them behind her back to hold her up as he railed her from behind. His other hand was wrapped around her mouth and face, probably in an attempt to keep her quiet. The white boy towered over Rohith's mom, a very clear show of his dominance over her and her body. Rohith swiped right again, and the next thing was the video. He clicked play.
The video was half a minute long, and begins from the same angle as the last picture. Carter is thrusting into Rohith's mom almost violently, no doubt fucking her ass, and she's begun to cum. The only sound is the loud pop music playing through the store speakers, his mom's soft and desperate whimpering, and the slapping of skin from Carter's short but fast thrusts.
Carter's cock was assaulting the brown mom's asshole, his short jutting movements building both of them to cum again. Within 10 seconds, Rohith watches his mother experience an intense orgasm from an ass-fucking and let out a muffled scream into Carter's hand clasped over her mouth. In mere moments Carter has pushed her off his cock, ready to cum himself. Without hesitation Priya scrambled to turn around and drops to her knees, opening her mouth in desperate hunger for white cock and cum.
Johnny has now moved closer and passes off the phone to Carter, who aims it down POV-style at the Indian mom as she shoves his ass-coated cock into her mouth. Priya stares up right into the camera and nearly swallows the white boy whole. Priya braces herself against Carter's thighs as he grabs the back of her head with his free hand and starts fucking her face almost as hard as he was fucking her ass. With a quieted groan, Carter starts to cum into Priya's mouth, indicated by his erratic spasms and Priya's excited head movements. Her hands work up and down his length and her mouth twists side to side on his head, hoping to coax more and more cum out from Carter's spewing cock.
The video was now at 20 seconds, and Rohith watched his mom desperately work her mouth up and down an incredibly thick white cock — an incredibly thick white cock, mind you, that she had just taken out of her ass from a balls deep reaming. Carter's breathing had slowed, and he finally spoke to the Indian mother on her knees.
"Say hi to your dipshit son whore," he snarled.
Priya looked up into the camera, her mouth kissing the side of Carter's shaft. She dislodges just barely and smiles a sultry smile. Just for a moment, Rohith thinks he recognizes his mother. Through her smile. Whilst holding a thick white cock in her face, she is once again the mother that had raised her "dipshit son", and she says just two words.
"Hi Rohith."
The same words she's said to him almost everyday when he comes home from school, and Rohith sees a glimpse of the mother he once knew.
And then she goes right back to suckling on the tip of Carter's dick, once again begging for more cum. The video ends on the last still image of Priya sucking cock, and with that Rohith presses play again and begins to stroke himself...
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"We should leave soon, we've been in here too long. Somebody might notice." It was odd for Carter to be the cautious one, but Johnny was preoccupied pounding away at Priya on the fitting room bench. After watching her and Carter go at it Johnny was anxious for his turn to use Priya's ass, so he'd pushed her into the missionary position on the small bench covered in clothes and mounted her.
Carter watched them from the door, posing as their lookout as Johnny furiously hammered down into the small Indian mom. It'd been over hour since Johnny had cum so his urgency was understandable, but he wasn't usually this rough with their plaything. He was acting less like himself and more like Carter.
Priya's legs were raised in the air as Johnny thrust down into her, making her shake and shiver with every movement. He also had to clasp a hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming her head off, which she did anyway as her ass we ravaged to her near breaking point. Priya was on the verge of passing out from the rough fucking she was receiving just after her mind-shattering ass orgasm. Both types of orgasms made Priya go nearly insane, which was why she'd become addicted to having them multiple times a day. With a twitch and spasm, she begins to cum from Johnny's rough uncharacteristic fucking. The white hunk uses his free hand to reach between them and angrily attack her clit as he shoves himself into her as deep as he could go.
