Extended family in Indonesia

Part 4

Sri's body writhed under the dual onslaught of Azri and me, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. The room was thick with the scent of sex, a heady mix of sweat and arousal that seemed to heighten every sense.

"Oh, yes," Sri gasped, her voice trembling with desire as she looked up at me. "I love this so much."

Her eyes locked with mine, burning with an intensity that was both inviting and wild. "You know, I've been fucking my son since he turned 18," she confessed, her words hanging in the air like a forbidden secret.

The revelation sent a shockwave through me, intensifying the already feverish pace of our lovemaking. "Really?" I managed to grunt out, my thrusts never slowing.

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded, her hair swaying seductively. "It started as a way to teach him about life, about pleasure. But it became... something else entirely."

Azri grunted in response, his movements becoming more urgent as he listened to his mother speak. "It feels so right, being inside you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Sri smiled, a wicked curve of her lips that spoke of years of hidden desires fulfilled. "Yes, my darling. It always does."

The dynamic between them was palpable, a tangled web of love and lust that bound them together in ways most could never understand. And yet, there was an undeniable beauty in their connection, a raw, primal energy that surged through the room.

As we continued our relentless rhythm, the air grew heavy with anticipation. Each thrust, each moan, pushed us closer to the edge. Sri's body trembled beneath us, her cries growing increasingly desperate.

"I'm close," Azri warned, his grip tightening on his mother's hips.

"Me too," I added, feeling the familiar coil inside me tightening to its breaking point.

Sri's response was a throaty chuckle, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then give it to me," she demanded, her voice a command. "Fill me up."

With a final surge of energy, Azri and I pounded into Sri with everything we had left. The sound of our bodies meeting echoed off the walls, a symphony of flesh and passion.

And then, it happened. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Azri came first, his release flooding into Sri's waiting depths. I followed suit moments later, my own climax crashing over me like a tidal wave.

Sri's body convulsed with each pulse of our seed, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. As our orgasms subsided, she collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent yet undeniably satisfied.

"Swallow it all," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Every last drop."