Rekha lifted slightly—still straddling Gaurav—then turned to look at his father, her voice a velvet whisper.
"You know... I've had your son's cock."
A pause.
Then she added, grinning, **"And it's *way* bigger than yours."**
Gaurav's pulse roared in his ears as she said it—shocking, hot truth laid bare between them.
His father blinked—but didn't argue.
Instead, he reached out slowly… and unzipped Gaurav's pants himself.
The thick head of Gaurav's cock sprang free—**5 inches already rock-hard**, veins pulsing under smooth skin. Next to his father's soft **3.5-inch length**, the difference was undeniable.
"Damn…" Rekha breathed—not mocking, but *admiring*. "Look at that… full and ready."
She shifted again—this time lifting herself over him like an offering—and slowly sank down onto his shaft in one smooth motion.
Gaurav gasped as her wet heat swallowed him whole—a tight velvet grip clenching around every inch he had to give. She moaned low and long as he filled her completely—the stretch almost too much—but so damn good.
"You feel incredible," she whispered back against his chest. "So deep... so much more than before."
Her hips rolled forward… then back… setting a slow rhythm that made stars flash behind Gaurav's eyelids.
Then—
She leaned across and kissed his father deeply—one hand still wrapped around the older man's small dick, stroking lightly while riding another boy entirely.
"I love you both," she purred when lips parted breathless lies tangled with truth now who could tell difference anyway doesn't matter pleasure real bodies moving same space time heart beating chest ribcage vibrating touch warmth sweat skin glide push pull tension rising coil tighter winding breaking point near
Suddenly Rekha rose up off Gaurav—with a slick pop—and turned fully toward his dad.
"Lie down," she ordered softly.
He obeyed instantly shirt undone belt gone cock exposed pathetic compared son but eager willing excited part game submission power transfer young king throne inherited rightful claim proven blood flesh dominance natural order universe
She mounted him this time taking little prick inside no complaint no shame just motion fluid shift gears continue dance
But after only five thrusts—
"No," she said suddenly pulling off again wet glistening dripping need clear eyes locking on Gaurov once more
"I want *you* inside me first."
"And only you finishing in my pussy."ļ
Gaurov's head swam as the words washed over him—hot and dark. Her body still trembled with the aftershock of their shared pleasure, but there was something else too... a challenge in her gaze, and a need he knew only he could meet.
"Are you sure?" he asked roughly, the words half-choked out through the thick lust fogging his mind.
She didn't answer with words.
Instead, she crawled across the couch—over his father's panting body—until she was directly above Gaurav again. Her hands braced on his shoulders as she slowly lowered herself, impaling her dripping pussy onto his thick cock in one deep, shuddering motion.
"Ah… *fuck*," he groaned, hips jerking upward instinctively. She was impossibly tight—hotter than before—and now fully taking all of him without hesitation.
His father watched from the side, hand lazily stroking himself while breathing heavy with arousal. "You're lucky," he muttered hoarsely. "She never lets me go this deep."
Rekha laughed—a low, throaty sound—and began riding Gaurav with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. Each movement sent waves of sensation tearing through him.
Then she leaned close to his ear and whispered:
**"I saved my tightest hole for you."**
"Your father only gets my mouth or ass... but you? You get everything."
Gaurav's vision blurred at the edges as pleasure ripped through him—not just from friction or heat—but from power… control… ownership.
He gripped her waist harder and flipped them both over suddenly so now *he* was on top pinning her beneath pressing down into sofa cushion breath gasp eyes wide shocked then lit fire desire wild animal caged finally set loose
His thrusts grew deeper stronger faster each one driving out doubt fear insecurity replacing pure dominance male instinct perfected form rhythm grind push pull sweat sliding touch taste smell sex everywhere air thick choking suffocating glorious
She arched back head thrown lips part scream silent cry climax building explosion imminent sudden sharp cry yes right there don't stop never ever
Gaurav felt it too—the coil snapping release flooding every nerve screaming come come COME—
And when it hit?
A blinding white wave tore through him as he emptied deep inside Rekha's waiting pussy—with no protection no delay raw primal claiming completion absolute final victory earned battle won silently fought won alone witnessed none except father watching son become man take what belongs naturally balance restored world spinning forward time move consequence later moment perfect frozen forever memory engraved skin soul mark made boyhood ended
As his breathing slowly steadied, Gaurav pulled out—softening cock glistening with her juices and his release. Rekha moaned at the sensation, fingers tracing where he'd been.
"Next time," she whispered, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, "I want you in my ass first."
His father said nothing—just stared at the mess on her inner thighs…
and smiled like a man who knew he'd lost...
but didn't care.
Rekha turned her head and looked at Gaurav—her pupils wide, lips swollen, chest rising fast.
"Your father likes watching," she said softly, brushing a hand down his bare chest. "But I like *feeling*."
She shifted slightly, then reached between her legs—slipping two fingers into her soaked pussy where Gaurav had just come. Slowly, she pulled them out… glistening… and brought them to her mouth.
"You taste better than him," she murmured after sucking them clean. "Much better."
Gaurav watched in silence—heart still pounding—not from shame or regret—but from power.
He wasn't just part of this moment.
He was its center.
His father sat back on the couch now with a quiet sigh—the small length of his cock soft again in his hand—and gave Gaurov a look that wasn't anger... but something close to pride.
"Some men wait their whole lives for what you just had," he said lowly. "Don't waste it."
Outside, the sun dipped below the trees.
The house was quiet again.
But inside?
Everything had changed.