MILF Paradise System

Maya and Asha were staring at my cock that I just revealed. Soft morning light from the apartment windows fell across the thick, heavy shaft as it stood fully hard between us. Both pairs of dark eyes stayed locked on it.

While I kept my hands on their juicy bodies, my left hand on Asha’s shoulder, my right on Maya’s hip, I felt the warm, soft flesh of both mother and daughter under my palms.

The thick shaft pulsed once, then again, reacting to the simple fact that both of them were so close and already looking at it like they needed it.

"Sir... let me help you relieve it," Maya said as she reached with her hand and wrapped it around my cock slowly. Soft, warm fingers closed carefully around the thick girth. She stroked upward once, testing the weight and heat of it, her palm sliding over the veiny surface with practiced familiarity from the beach house.

"Ahhh... Maya... you know how to touch me good," I groaned just from her contact. The slow, firm stroke of her mature hand sent a fresh wave of heat up my spine. My fingers tightened on both of their bodies in response.

"Mom, I can help Alex. Why don’t you make some tea for us?" Asha said, reaching out with her hand and wrapping it around my cock lower than her mother. My cock was so huge, their hands looked tiny.

Soft, younger fingers settled beneath Maya’s, the two of them holding different parts of the same thick shaft. Asha’s grip was lighter, almost hesitant, but she didn’t pull away. The sight of mother and daughter’s hands stacked on my cock made it throb harder between their fingers.

Both mother and daughter were lustful for my cock. The quiet apartment air felt heavier with it.

"No, baby... you need to rest. Let me help Sir," Maya said as she looked at her daughter’s belly. She knew her daughter was pregnant with my child already and she didn’t want to stress her out, although she just wanted me all to herself.

Soft maternal concern mixed with clear possessiveness in her voice. Her hand kept stroking slowly, claiming more of the shaft while she spoke.

"Don’t worry. You both will get the taste of it. But first you should let your husband know you have reached the new place," I said as I started squeezing Maya’s boobs over the blouse.

Soft, heavy flesh overflowed my palm even through the tight fabric. I kneaded one full breast, then the other, feeling the stiff nipple press against my hand while both of their fingers stayed wrapped around my cock.

"Sir... please let’s not call him," Maya said, stroking my cock slowly. Her voice carried a quiet plea.

The thick Indian mother kept her hand moving in steady, practiced strokes, clearly hoping the pleasure she was giving would be enough to distract me from the idea of putting her distant husband on the phone while his wife and pregnant daughter stood in front of me with their hands on another man’s cock.

"Oh, Maya..." I said as I put my hand on her saree and started peeling it off of her body slowly. I wanted her naked before we called her husband. Soft fabric slid under my fingers as I worked the loose end free and began unwrapping the traditional drape from her thick, mature curves.

The rich material whispered away from her skin inch by inch, revealing more of her warm brown body with every pull.

"Ahh... Sir..." Maya moaned from the roughness. Soft, needy sound left her lips even as she stayed still and let me undress her. Her dark eyes stayed on my face while her heavy breasts rose and fell faster under the tight blouse that still remained.

I slowly made her turn around multiple times before she was just in her white inskirt. The fabric clinging to her thick, juicy curves made my mouth water. Her thick, soft thighs looked so delicious.

"Damn, Maya... you got thick," I said as I slapped her thigh. My palm landed firmly against the soft, full flesh. The heavy cheek of her thigh jiggled under the impact. Warm skin turned faintly pink where my hand had struck.

Maya loved the compliment. Soft color rose in her cheeks. A quiet, pleased sound left her throat as she stayed in place, letting me look and touch freely.

I slowly removed her inskirt until she was just in her soft panties and made her sit on the sofa roughly, while I folded her legs up to her knees and held them open in that filthy position. Soft white fabric pooled at her feet. I pushed her down onto the sofa cushions, gripped the soft undersides of her thighs, and folded her legs back until her knees were near her chest.

My hands kept her legs spread wide, holding the thick Indian mother open and exposed in only her panties. The plump mound of her pussy pressed against the damp cotton, already showing a dark patch of wetness.

I knelt down in front of the sofa while I kept her legs wide open, and sniffed her pussy over the panties. Warm, intimate scent rose from between her thighs as I leaned in close. My nose pressed against the soft, damp fabric. I breathed her in deeply, slow and greedy.

"Ahhh, Maya... you smell so good," I sniffed her like a madman. Another long inhale filled my lungs with the rich, needy scent of her cunt. My hands stayed locked on her thighs, keeping her folded and spread while I buried my face against the soft panty-covered pussy.

Asha saw how I was playing with her mother’s body. She knew she could wait, as she was already pregnant. I had to get her mother pregnant too. Soft eyes watched from the side as I kept her thick mother open and sniffed between her legs like I was starving for it.

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