After sex maid Rekha go into kitchen
I also come in my room
The sky was a hazy purple-orange when Gaurav stepped out onto the balcony. The night was warm and still, and he took a deep breath, feeling the tension of the day start to slip away. But then, something caught his eye.
Down on the street below, he saw his mother walking back to their building from the park. She was with three men—three old men. One of them was their neighbor, Mr. Rajan. The other two were strangers. Something felt wrong.
Gaurav leaned forward a little, his heart beating faster. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could see the way the men were looking at his mother. She was walking close—too close—to Mr. Rajan, and the other two men were leering at her like she was a piece of meat.
His first impulse was to go down there and get his mother away from the men. He took a step back from the balcony, then stopped himself. He didn't want to cause a scene, not without knowing what was really going on.
So instead, he watched. He watched as they all walked into the building, disappearing from sight. But even as they vanished from view, Gaurav couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was off. He stood there on the balcony for several minutes more, watching the spot where they had disappeared and trying to make sense of what he had seen.
But then, as if triggered by tension and instinct—
> ✨ **System Alert: "Spectral Observer" – Activated.**
The world *shifted.*
Colors dulled. Time slowed. And suddenly—Gaurav wasn't just seeing the present.
He was seeing what had happened in the park…
*Before his mother ever walked home.*
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**Mother's POV (Bulbul) – Flashback Vision**
Tall banyan trees.
Faint laughter from a distant cricket match.
Empty corner behind thick bushes—hidden from view.
That's where they met.
Rajan saw her first—his eyes lighting up like a predator who'd found prey walking alone after sunset.
"Bulbul di," he said, stepping forward with that easy smile. "Out so late?"
She hesitated at first—glancing around, heart fluttering—but didn't walk away.
They talked.
Too long.
Too close.
Then one of them—the society head, bald with gold-rimmed glasses—he touched her elbow and whispered:
"We've all wanted you for years."
Her breath caught.
"I can't…" she murmured weakly. "My son…"
Rajan stepped in closer, hand sliding to her waist.
"You don't have to worry about Gaurav," he said softly. "Boys grow strong when their mothers stop pretending."
Something in those words… broke through her resistance.
And then—it began:
The **first man** — only 2 inches — shoved his limp cock into her mouth before she could protest again.
She gagged once… but swallowed it down anyway…
The **second**, their neighbor — 3 inches thick but short — flipped up her saree and slammed into her pussy without warning.
No lube. No warmth. Just pressure—and pain at first…
But soon?
A strange pleasure bloomed beneath it—a deep emptiness finally being filled…
Then came Rajan—the real beast among them—with a **6-inch cock**, hard as iron and veined like roots of a tree.
He didn't wait his turn…
While one fucked her mouth…
Another pounded into her wet pussy…
*Rajan* pushed against the tight ring of muscle guarding an untouched hole—
***"You'll take this too,"*** he growled lowly before forcing himself inside *her ass.*
One body… three men at once…
Her moans muffled by flesh filling mouth,
her back arched like bowstring,
sweat dripping from forehead onto grass below…
Thirty minutes of raw use later—they pulled out—all spent except Rajan who smirked proudly knowing *he* had claimed what mattered most...
And still… as Bulbul straightened herself afterward, fixing bikhri hui saree pallu slipping off shoulder...
a single thought ran through:
*"Tomorrow? I'm bringing Gaurav…"*
Because no man—even six inches deep or three cocks at once—compared to blood-love twisted desire passed silence unspoken hunger growing between mother son bond thinning edge right line crossed point return past erased rewritten future dark sweet inevitable
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