Warning: The story has some same sex moments, please avoid reading if you are not open to it. The incidents depicted in this story bear no resemblance to any living and true character.
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Rahul's mother Alka looked beautiful for her age. Coupled with that, she had a very well-maintained body. She dressed elegantly in a saree or salwar-kurta at home and I always found her attractive.
But, Alka's question to her son Rahul on whether he liked sniffing his mom's panties or my sister Nikki's panties baffled me. I wanted to make sure that I had heard the right words, especially because earlier that day my sister Nikki had caught me and Rahul in an embarrassing situation at our house.
I surely did not want to make a fool of myself this time. Neither was I eager to miss out on action that went in the room.
My first instinct was to listen quietly, but I realized that it was a god-send opportunity to know the entire plot. What kind of parents would encourage such free discussions about sniffing women's panties?
So, I pulled my t-shirt over my pajamas in a bid to hide my erection and continued to climb upstairs. On the first floor, I saw a big door, partially open. I took a deep breath and pushed the door wide open.
The view was spectacular!
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Rahul was standing, with his pajamas down at the ankles. His cock was bobbing up and down in excitement. He held a pair of purple cotton panties. In front of him was seated Alka. Yes, the beautiful and graceful, mom. Her saree was up around her waist and thighs were apart. Her big pussy was clearly visible. There was not a hair on Alka's pussy. Her lips were big and protruded out and glistened with cunt juices.
I inferred that Rahul was holding Alka's panties.
A littler further away from Alka sat Ruchi. Dressed in a skirt and top, the way I saw her at dinner. But, she was also holding a pair of deep blue panties. Those couldn't be possibly Ruchi's, I thought. No, they were my sister Nikki's panties- the same ones with which Rahul and me were playing earlier in the day. One look at Rahul and my suspicion got confirmed.
My parents were very conservative with money and often bought the most basic stuff for us. Nikki did not have fancy panties and wore plain-Jane stuff that had elastic bands at the waist and thighs.
So, Rahul must have brought them surreptitiously, I thought. I looked angrily at him, but he avoided eye contact.
The other interesting part was nobody was alarmed after I walked in. Rahul remained standing, his dick ever so erect. Alka remained seated exactly the way she was, her thighs open and pussy on display.
All three of us in the room were now looking at Alka for her to say something. I looked at her and then at her cunt, but held my hands away from my dick. I knew that the smallest of touch would make me explode and I did not want to cum just yet.