Tuition

I returned two days later, this time in a deep green chiffon saree with a matching low-back blouse that left very little to the imagination. The fabric was sheer enough that my black lace bra and the shape of my padded 44D breasts were clearly visible when the pallu shifted. My makeup was extra seductive—thick lashes, glossy red lips, and the nose ring that Sunita aunty loved tugging on. Underneath, my cock throbbed in a tiny red thong, already leaking at the thought of what was waiting inside.
Sunita aunty opened the door quickly, pulling me inside and bolting it shut. Her face was flushed. Priya was in her room, but the mother looked anxious and aroused at the same time.
“He called today,” she whispered, pressing her soft body against mine. “My husband… Rajesh. He’s coming back from the Gulf in ten days. His contract finished early.”
The news sent a dark thrill through me. Sunita aunty’s eyes sparkled with that same guilty lust she had confessed before. Her mangalsutra hung between her heavy 36DD breasts, visible through her thin housecoat.
“Does that scare you, aunty?” I asked, sliding my hand inside her housecoat to squeeze one big soft tit.
“It terrifies me,” she moaned softly, pushing her chest into my palm. “But it also makes me so wet. Ten years of being a faithful wife… and now this. I want you to use me harder before he comes back. I want to be ruined for him.”
Priya emerged from her room wearing only a tight tank top and shorts, her enormous 38E breasts straining the fabric, nipples already hard. She had overheard. Instead of worry, she smiled naughtily. “Mummy told me. We should make the most of these days.”
We moved to the bedroom. I pushed Sunita aunty onto the bed first. “Tell me how you want it, you married slut. Talk about your husband while I fuck you.”
She pulled open her housecoat, her big brown tits spilling out. “I want you to fuck me like Rajesh never could. He’s small… and gentle. I’ve fantasized about a real man taking me while he’s away. Now you’re here, dressed like a woman, and I’m dripping.”
I hiked up my saree, yanked down the thong, and let my thick 7-inch cock slap against her belly. Priya watched, one hand already between her legs. I climbed on top of Sunita aunty and thrust into her hairy, soaked pussy in one hard stroke. She cried out, legs wrapping around me.
“Yes! Fuck your aunty while her husband is coming home! Stretch this married cunt!” she gasped.
I pounded her deep and rough, my padded breasts bouncing against her real ones with every thrust. The contrast of my fake heavy tits and her soft, jiggling ones was intoxicating. I slapped her tits hard, watching them redden, then pinched her nipples while pulling on her mangalsutra.
Priya joined, sitting on her mother’s face. Sunita aunty licked her daughter’s shaved pussy eagerly while I railed her. The room filled with wet sounds and muffled moans.
After making Sunita aunty cum once, I pulled out and moved to Priya. I bent her over beside her mother and entered her tight young pussy from behind. Her massive tits hung and swung as I fucked her. Sunita aunty watched hungrily, fingering herself.
“Imagine when your father comes back,” I growled to Priya. “He’ll sleep in this same bed where I fucked both of you. Your mother will have my cum still leaking out of her.”
Priya moaned louder. “Yes… fuck me harder, Rani didi. Make me sore before Papa returns.”
I alternated between them for the next hour. I made Sunita aunty ride me reverse cowgirl so I could spank her plump ass while she bounced on my cock. Her big tits and ass jiggled wildly. Priya sat on my face, grinding her wet pussy on my tongue while I thrust up into her mother.
The risk made everything hotter. Sunita aunty kept whispering filthy things: “When Rajesh comes, I’ll suck his small cock while thinking of yours. I’ll let him fuck me but I’ll crave this thick cock in my saree-wearing slut tutor.”
I pulled out and had them both kneel. They pressed their four massive breasts together—Priya’s firm huge ones on top, Sunita’s softer heavier pair below—creating a perfect warm valley. I tit-fucked the stacked breasts, thrusting between all that soft flesh while they licked the head of my cock together.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back. I erupted, shooting thick ropes of cum across both their faces, tits, and mangalsutra. Sunita aunty scooped some up and fed it to Priya, then licked the rest off her daughter’s nipples.
We lay tangled together afterward, my saree crumpled around my waist, makeup smeared.
“These next ten days,” Sunita aunty said, tracing a finger over my softening cock, “I want daily sessions. Riskier ones. Fuck me in the kitchen while I talk to him on the phone. Make Priya and me wear our best sarees and fuck us together. I want you to cum inside me many times so I’m full when he returns.”
Priya nodded, kissing my padded breast. “And maybe one day… you can hide in the cupboard and watch him try to satisfy Mummy, then come out and reclaim us right after he sleeps.”
The idea of the husband’s return turned our secret tuition into something even more dangerous and addictive. Over the following week, we grew bolder. One evening, Sunita aunty was on a video call with Rajesh while I fucked her slowly from behind in the living room, my hand over her mouth. She kept her voice steady, telling him how much she missed him, while her pussy clenched around my cock.
Another day, all three of us dressed up—me in a red bridal-style saree, mother and daughter in their wedding sarees. I fucked them side by side on the marital bed, making them moan my name while Rajesh’s photo watched from the wall.
Sunita aunty’s hidden desires had fully bloomed into something shameless. As the days counted down to her husband’s return to Bhilai, the sex only grew more intense, more taboo, and more frequent. My crossdressed cock had completely claimed both mother and daughter, and we were all counting the hours until the ultimate risk arrived.