Priya pulled the garage door down with a low mechanical rumble, sealing us in the dim, humid space lit only by a single fluorescent bulb overhead. The air was thick with the scent of motor oil, concrete dust, and the heavy musk of sex already soaking the back seat—my big step-sister Neha's creamy arousal dripping steadily around my buried cock. My step-mom Priya leaned in through the open driver-side door, her kurti clinging to her sweat-damp curves, and asked softly, "Are you both coming inside to the room, or not?"
Neha tightened her arms around my neck, her massive tits crushed against my chest, her scalding pussy clenching possessively around my throbbing shaft. "No, step-mom," she said, voice husky and determined. "I'm going to fuck my husband all night right here in the garage. I need him too much."
Priya's lips curved in an understanding smile, her eyes flicking to where Neha's skirt was bunched around her waist, our joined bodies hidden but obvious. "Alright, beta. Your step-mom will go to sleep then—you two enjoy." She blew us a kiss, closed the car door gently, and disappeared into the house, her footsteps fading up the stairs.
The moment we were alone, Neha's restraint snapped. She lifted her hips slowly, dragging her tight, velvety walls up my veiny length until only my swollen head remained inside, then slammed back down with a wet slap, taking me balls-deep again. "Ahh… yes, yes," she moaned, voice breaking with months of pent-up need. "I missed you so much, husband. I'm never, ever leaving again." She crushed her mouth to mine in a fierce, possessive kiss—tongues battling, teeth nipping, saliva dripping down our chins as she started riding me hard.
The SUV rocked on its suspension, springs creaking in rhythm with her frantic bounces. Her big ass slapped loudly against my thighs, her soaking cunt squelching obscenely with every thrust, creamy juices flooding out around my cock, soaking my balls and the leather seat beneath us. I gripped her wide hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, thrusting up to meet her, pounding into her dripping heat as her massive breasts bounced wildly, dark nipples grazing my shirt. The windows fogged with our harsh breathing, the garage filled with the wet sounds of flesh on flesh, her desperate moans, my guttural groans.
We fucked like animals for hours—positions shifting in the cramped space: her riding me forward, then reverse, her juicy ass rippling as I slammed up into her from below; me bending her over the seat, pounding her from behind while gripping her swaying tits, her pussy gushing down her thighs with every deep stroke. Sweat slicked our skin, her perfume mixing with the raw scent of her squirting releases and my leaking precum.
Finally, neither of us could hold back. Neha straddled me again, grinding deep and slow, her walls fluttering wildly. "Cum with me, husband," she gasped against my lips. We shattered together—her cunt clamping down in violent spasms, squirting hot floods over my cock and balls; my shaft pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside her, filling her until it leaked out around us in creamy rivulets.
Exhausted, bodies trembling, my big step-sister Neha collapsed forward, hugging me tightly, her face buried in my neck. My spent cock remained buried inside her overflowing pussy, plugged in place as aftershocks rippled through us both. I wrapped my arms around her lush, sweat-slick curves and held her close. Within minutes, her breathing slowed into soft, contented sighs against my skin, and she drifted off to sleep. I followed soon after, hugging my big step-sister like a lifeline, the warm, wet embrace of her body and the faint throb of our joined sexes lulling me into deep, satisfied slumber right there in the garage
Back in the quiet house, my gorgeous blood-unrelated step-mom Priya slipped inside after leaving us in the garage, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft finality. The Mumbai night air was thick and humid, but the living room felt emptier without us—her voluptuous body still buzzing with unspent arousal from the day, her shaved pink pussy throbbing and leaking steadily, thick strands of creamy nectar trailing down her inner thighs beneath her leggings. She peeled off her clothes slowly, letting them pool on the floor until she stood completely naked, massive heavy breasts swaying free, dark nipples stiff and aching in the cool AC breeze.
Alone on the plush sofa where we'd played that morning, Priya curled up with her phone, scrolling to a hidden folder of secret recordings. She selected one—our favorite—and hit play, propping the screen on the coffee table as the volume filled the silent house with wet, rhythmic slaps and breathless moans. There we were on the video: me on top of her in deep missionary on that very sofa weeks ago, my thick cock buried balls-deep in her scalding, dripping cunt, pounding relentlessly as her thick legs locked tight around my waist, heels digging into my back to pull me deeper. Our mouths fused in a sloppy, saliva-dripping kiss, tongues swirling hungrily, strings of spit connecting our lips each time we broke for air. "Fuck your step-mom's pussy harder, beta... ahh, yes, fill me with that big cock!" her recorded voice cried out filthily, echoing through the room alongside my grunts and the obscene squelch of her gushing walls clinging to every thrust.
Priya's breath hitched as she watched, her hand drifting instinctively between her spread thighs. Her pussy was already a mess—swollen lips parted, inner folds glistening pink and slick, clit engorged and pulsing. She plunged three fingers deep inside her sopping hole with a gasp, mimicking the video's rhythm, pumping hard and fast while her thumb ground rough circles over her throbbing clit. Creamy juices flooded out around her knuckles, soaking the sofa cushion anew, the sharp musky scent of her arousal thick in the air as she pinched her stiff nipples with her free hand, twisting them until she whimpered.
The tension built unbearably—her big ass grinding against the fabric, tits heaving with ragged breaths, eyes glued to the screen where I flooded her cunt with thick ropes of cum in the video, her recorded screams of "I love you, son... breed your step-mom!" pushing her over the edge. Priya came hard, her pussy clamping violently around her fingers in spasming waves, squirting hot streams of girl-cum that splattered her thighs and the floor as she arched off the sofa with a muffled cry.
Exhausted and glowing, she left the video on loop—the endless cycle of wet fucking sounds, filthy pleas of "Fuck my pussy, ahh ahh, I love you, mother," and our mingled moans filling the entire house like a lewd lullaby. Too spent to move, my step-mom Priya drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep right there on the sofa, legs still splayed wide, her dripping pussy leaking slowly onto the cushions, a soft smile on her lips as she dreamed of tomorrow's reunion with both her loves.