Uncle (Chikkappa) used to come home on Saturday nights from his job in Bengaluru. He would fuck my mother hard, making her womb throb with every thrust. My father never knew about it.

I now understood that my mother was a true Kaamadevata—a goddess of lust. She loved sex more than anything.

One day, my friend Kanaka said, “Your family story is super hot. Come on, tell me more.”

She asked why my mother’s legs were aching. I told her, “For two years, Father hasn’t come home properly. He doesn’t satisfy Amma at all. Whenever sanevara (Saturday) comes, Uncle arrives and gives her what she craves.”

That night Uncle came for dinner. After eating, he went to the kitchen. I secretly watched from outside through the window.

Father pulled Amma’s saree pallu and slipped his hand inside her blouse.

Amma: Yogi, enough… he’ll wake up. Let’s do it at night.

Father removed his jacket and pressed her against the wall.

Amma: Ayyo…

(Just like I saw Uncle do—three jackets already off, driven by the thirst to suck her breasts.)

I ran to the kitchen door, slightly ajar. Uncle was already there, milkmaid blouse open, big milky breasts bouncing free as he walked. My cock became rock hard instantly.

Father grabbed Amma’s breasts, squeezing and sucking them wildly.

Amma: Aaa… aaa… sss… aaaa…

She moaned softly while pressing her breasts harder into his mouth. Then she reached for the mixer grinder (the rough, ribbed kitchen tool), gripped it tightly like a handle, and pulled her saree and petticoat up together.

Her thick, juicy thighs came into view. My cock jumped out of my pants, throbbing.

Father opened his pant zip and pushed his hard dick between her thighs. Amma turned her face away, but her hips pushed back. His cock slid straight into her wet tullu with a loud pach… pach… sound.

He started pounding her harder. After some time, his speed increased. White liquid began dripping down her inner thighs. Amma rode him like a mare in heat, clutching his shoulders.

Later she adjusted her clothes, opened the bolt, and came out.

After about ten minutes I went inside. Amma served me food. She spread two mats for sleeping. Father was in the kitchen. I lay on the mat in the hall.

Amma: I’ll watch some TV for a while, then switch it off. Don’t sleep yet.

I turned off the TV and pretended to sleep. Sleep wouldn’t come.

Amma slowly walked to the kitchen in her thin nightie—extremely sexy. The kitchen door was half-closed.

I took a shortcut from outside and reached the kitchen window. It was very dark, but I could see clearly. A zero-candle bulb glowed dimly.

Amma spread a mat on the floor, removed her saree, and lay down. Father pulled her saree completely off and rubbed his cock on it.

Amma (laughing): If you tear my saree like this every time, how will I manage?

Father: Then why do you tease me so much? Every Saturday I just want to fuck you hard.

Amma lay on her back and spread her legs wide, lifting her petticoat. Her thighs looked like ripe bananas—thick, round, and irresistibly sweet. (My cock twitched thinking—when will I get to fuck my own Amma?)

Father climbed fully on top, kissing and licking every inch. He sucked her neck, shoulders, armpits. Amma moaned in pleasure.

Amma: Aaa… aaa… ashaaa…

She caught his cock with her hand. Father pinned both her hands above her head and started sucking her breasts like a hungry child.

Amma’s face showed pure Kaama devata expression—eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Her breasts were so full that even imagining them made my cock leak precum.

After ten minutes of sucking milk, Father placed her legs on his shoulders and started ramming deep.

Amma: Reee… what is this? Every Saturday night you tear one blouse… now you’ll tear my petticoat too? Your fat cock will rip my langa… please, darling… lift my langa and fuck my tullu directly…

Father slapped her breasts once. Amma bit her lip in pleasure.

He lifted her petticoat fully and fucked her hard—deep, wet slaps filling the room.

Father kissed her mouth, tongues dancing. Amma sucked his tongue greedily. She held his cock and guided it back inside.

Father grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth roughly. His balls slapped her chin. Amma gagged—aaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaa—as he came deep in her throat.

She swallowed everything, licked him clean.

Then she spread her legs again.

Father: Turn around… show me that big ass. I want to fuck your tiga too.

Amma lifted her ass high. Father held her hair tight and slapped her ass cheeks hard—chatar patar sounds echoing.

Amma: What are you doing? You’re treating me like your sule…

Father: When your ass turns red, fucking you feels even better.

He gripped her hair tighter, positioned his dripping cock at her tullu from behind, parted her thick ass cheeks, and slammed in deep—fucking her with full force.

Amma’s eyes filled with tears. She screamed—Ammmmmaaaaaa… ammaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssss… aaaaasssssssssssssss…

Amma: Fuck me harder… tear my tiga… I’m your sule… fuck me joragiiiiiii…

After some time she pulled his cock out and sucked it again—tasting her own juices.

Then she raised both hands. Father pulled her toward the iron rod shelf, pressed her against it, lifted her hands high, and rammed his cock into her sacred tullu again—gudhi gudhi pounding.

Amma (in pain): Ayyo… tullu… Amma… tullu… it’s tearing… please… ri… ri…

Father changed position, pinned her hard, and thrust violently.

Father: Look at your mother now… see how I fuck her.

He spat on her face—patar chatar slaps while pounding. Her tullu was stretched to the limit. Blood started mixing with the juices.

Amma (crying): Stop… blood is coming…

She tried to push him away. Father slapped her cheek and pinched her nipple hard.

Father: Shut up, you sule kane. Just take it. You’re mine to fuck.

Blood trickled from her torn tullu. Amma closed her eyes, breathing heavily.

Father kept pounding—finally unloading deep inside.

He kissed her softly. Amma slowly opened her eyes and showed him her ruined, bleeding tullu.

Father: Sorry kane…

He brought cotton, cleaned her gently. Her tullu was swollen, red, and puffy.

Father lifted her, licked every sensitive spot, sucked her breasts again, then laid her on the mat.

He kissed her back, rubbed his hard cock between her thigh gap once more…