Adultery Mom, Holi and Bhaang! Part 2 by Scorpion555

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The bhaang had taken complete control of her now, turning her into a creature of pure need. Her body was alive with sensation, every touch, every kiss, every stroke of their hands and cocks sending her spiraling into a whirlwind of pleasure. Her pussy, which had been so tight and untouched just hours before, was now slick with their cum, her inner walls stretched and gaping.And as they continued to fuck her, she began to crave it, her body begging for more. She arched her back, her breasts bouncing with each pump of their hips, her legs wrapping around them to pull them deeper. It was as if she had been unlocked, her true nature revealed in the harsh light of their lust. And as she watched me watch her, she knew that she was lost, that she would never be the same again.The men took full advantage of her newfound willingness, pushing her to the limits of her endurance. They fucked her in every hole, their thick cocks filling her up until she could take no more. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the alley walls, mixing with the distant sounds of the festival.But amidst the haze of pleasure and pain, she could still feel the weight of my gaze on her. It was a strange mix of horror and arousal, a silent communication that bound us in this twisted dance. And as the last of them pulled out, leaving her a trembling mess, she knew that our relationship had been forever altered.The leader stepped back, his cock glistening with her juices. "You're a good boy," he said, his voice a taunt. "Look how well you've shared your mom with us."I couldn't look away, my hand still moving over my cock. I was torn between the need to protect her and the desire to see more, to understand this side of her that I had never known existed. "Please," I choked out, "just let us go."He laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "But the night is still young," he said, gesturing to the others. "And we're not done with your mom yet."The next wave of men descended upon her, their eyes gleaming with the promise of more debauchery. She was lost in a sea of hands and cocks, her body used in ways she had never imagined. And as the night grew darker, so too did the acts they performed on her, pushing her further and further into the abyss of their depravity.Her ass was now the focus of their attention, her pinkish brown anus winking in the dim light as they took turns fucking her there. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, a strange mix that had her body singing with every thrust. She could feel the head of their cocks pushing against her bowels, filling her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.And as they continued, she began to understand what they had meant by her being a scorpion. Her sting was in her passion, in her ability to take everything they gave her and still come back for more. But she also knew that she was now a part of something that could never be undone, a dance of lust and degradation that had claimed her soul.Mom's asshole was stretched to the limit, a gaping maw that was now the center of their depraved attentions. They took turns filling her with their seed, her insides coated in a sticky mess that leaked out onto the ground. The smell of sex and sweat mixed with the pungent aroma of her own shit, a scent that filled the alley and made me gag even as I stroked myself, unable to tear my eyes away from the obscene scene playing out before me.Her shit was thick and brown, clinging to the shafts of their cocks as they pulled out, leaving her asshole gaping and exposed. They laughed as it dripped down her thighs, mixing with the cum and sweat that already coated her skin. And with each new round, the smell grew stronger, a testament to the depths of her depravity.The sight of her like this, used and abused, was more than I could handle. I could see the shit on their cocks, the way it glistened in the dim light. And as they pushed back in, filling her up again, I knew that she was no longer the woman I had known. She was a creature of the night, a whore for their pleasure, and nothing would ever be the same between us again.The men grew bolder, their laughter louder, as they saw how much she enjoyed the degradation. They talked about her as if she weren't even there, discussing the tightness of her ass, the taste of her shit, the way she moaned when they hit just the right spot. And through it all, she never once looked away from me, her eyes a silent plea for salvation, even as her body betrayed her with every moan and arch of her back.As they continued to fuck her, her body began to respond in ways that I had never seen before. Her asshole was now a second pussy, eagerly accepting every thick cock that was shoved into it. And when they pulled out, I could see the shit and cum that filled her, a disgusting sight that somehow only made me harder.They talked about her as if she were nothing more than a toy, a plaything to be used and discarded. And as I watched them fill her again and again, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anger and arousal. This was my mother, the woman who had raised me, and here she was, being used like a common whore.But even as the anger burned within me, I found myself leaning in, eager to get a better look. To see the way her asshole stretched around their cocks, to watch as they pulled out and her shit spilled onto the ground. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't look away.And with each new man, she grew more lost in the pleasure, her cries of protest turning to whimpers of need. They talked about her gaping asshole, how it was like a second mouth, hungry for their cocks. And as they pumped into her, I could see the truth in their words, the way her body had been transformed into something unrecognizable.The night dragged on, a never-ending cycle of degradation and pleasure. Her body was their playground, and she had become a willing participant in her own destruction. And as the last of them pulled out, leaving her a trembling mess on the cold, wet ground, she looked up at me with a strange mix of satisfaction and regret.The alley was silent now, the laughter and music of the festival a distant memory. The only sounds were the harsh breaths of the men and the squelch of my mom's ass as they wiped their cocks on her thighs. She was a mess, her salwar and kameez torn to shreds, her body covered in cum and shit. But she was alive, and she was mine.The leader grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Your turn, beta," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to clean her up." He shoved me down, and I stared at her gaping asshole, filled with the remnants of their depravity.My stomach churned as I leaned in, the smell overwhelming. But I had to do it, for her. With a tremble, I opened my mouth and took a tentative lick, tasting the salty tang of their cum and the bitter earthiness of her shit. The men crowded around us, their phones out, recording every moment of my humiliation.Their eyes were glued to the screen, watching as I was forced to eat my own mother's dirty anal creampie. I could feel their excitement, their lust for the taboo act that was unfolding before them. And as I licked and sucked, trying not to gag, I knew that this video would be out there, a permanent reminder of what they had done to us.Mom's body was trembling, her eyes squeezed shut tight. She didn't want to watch, but she had to feel it, the warmth of my tongue on her skin. It was a strange kind of intimacy, one that we had never shared before. And as I cleaned her up, I felt a part of me break, the last of my innocence shattering on the cold cobblestones.The leader's hand was still on my head, guiding my movements, his eyes never leaving the screen of his phone. "Tell us, beta," he said, his voice a sneer. "Does it taste as good as we said it would?"Mom's eyes snapped open, and she looked at me, her gaze glassy with the bhaang. "Y-yes," she whispered, the word barely audible. "It's... it's disgusting."The men laughed, their eyes glinting with triumph. They had broken us, turned us into a mother and son who would perform for their sick entertainment. And as the last of their cum and shit was removed from her body, she looked up at them, a strange expression on her face.It was a mix of anger, regret, and something else. Something that made my stomach drop. "I liked it," she slurred, her voice barely coherent. "I liked being your whore."Their laughter grew louder, more triumphant. They had won, they had taken everything from us and left us with nothing but the memories of our degradation. And as they zipped up their pants and turned to leave, I knew that our lives would never be the same.The alley was silent once again, the only sound the distant throb of the festival. Mom lay there, her body bruised and used, and I could see the dawning realization in her eyes. What had she just confessed? What had the bhaang made her do?I helped her to her feet, her legs wobbly from the drink and the abuse. She leaned into me, her eyes searching mine for some kind of reassurance. But I couldn't give it to her, not when I was still reeling from the horror of what had just happened."I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine regret. "I didn't mean it. I just... I just wanted them to stop."But the damage was done. The words had been said, the deed had been done. And as we stumbled out of the alley, back into the chaos of the festival, we both knew that we would carry the scars of that night with us forever.Mom's clothes were in tatters, torn from her body during the ordeal. Her once pristine salwar and kameez were now stained with cum and shit, hanging off her like a sad reminder of our shattered innocence. She tried to cover herself with what was left of her dupatta, but it was clear to everyone that she was naked beneath it.Her eyes searched the crowd, wide and wild with fear. We had to get home, but the thought of being seen in this state was unbearable. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and took her hand. "Follow me," I said, my voice low and firm. "We'll find a way to get home without anyone recognizing us."We weaved through the crowded streets, sticky with the residue of the day's festivities. The smell of wada pav and puran poli filled the air, a stark contrast to the scent that clung to us. The vibrant colors of the powder-covered revellers seemed to mock us as we passed, our matching Scorpio tattoos a silent declaration of our shared secret.People stared, their eyes lingering on Mom's bare skin. I could see the curiosity, the lust, and the disgust in their faces as we pushed through the throngs of people. They whispered as we passed, their eyes glinting with the knowledge of what had happened. But we didn't stop, didn't dare to acknowledge the world around us.We took back alleys and side streets, avoiding the main roads where the festival was in full swing. Each step was a battle, the cobblestones cold and unforgiving against our bare feet. The chilly night air sent shivers down our spines, but we pressed on, driven by the need to escape the nightmare that had become our reality.As we neared our building, we could see the lights of home, a beacon of safety in the distance. But just as we thought we were in the clear, a group of drunken men stumbled out of an alley, blocking our path. Their eyes widened when they saw us, and I knew we were in trouble.They leered at Mom, their eyes raking over her naked body with a hunger that made me sick. "Look what we have here," one of them slurred, licking his lips. "A mother and son duo, out for a stroll. How... convenient."Mom clutched my hand tighter, her eyes wide with fear. We had to get past them, had to get home. I could feel the anger rising within me, the need to protect her from more humiliation. But before I could do anything, she stepped forward, her chin raised in defiance. "Leave us alone," she said, her voice stronger than I had ever heard it.Their laughter was cruel as they closed in on us, their hands reaching out to touch her. But she was a scorpion, and she would not go quietly. With a snarl, she swung her free hand, slapping the first man so hard that his head snapped back. The others paused, surprised by her sudden ferocity.It was all the opening we needed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into a run, darting through the narrow space between them. We sprinted the last few feet to our building, our bare feet slapping against the ground. The men followed, their laughter echoing off the walls as they chased us.We stumbled through the doorway, the warm light of our apartment beckoning us like a sanctuary. But as we reached the stairs, the fabric of Mom's dupatta caught on the railing, tearing it away. She was left completely exposed, her naked body a canvas of bruises, cum, and shit, a stark contrast to the clean, respectable image she had always maintained.The few neighbors who had been watching the festivities from their windows gasped in shock as we bolted up the stairs, their eyes wide with horror. They knew us, knew we were a good family. This was not the sight they had expected to see, not the kind of scandal that belonged in our quiet lives.We reached the safety of our apartment, slamming the door behind us. The lock clicked into place, a final barrier against the outside world. The room spun around us, the walls seeming to close in on our naked, trembling forms.Mom sank to the floor, her shoulders heaving with sobs. "What have we done?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "What have we become?"But I couldn't answer her, couldn't find the words to explain the dark lust that had taken us both, the twisted need to submit to the depravity of those men. We had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. And as I stared down at my still-hard cock, I knew that the night had changed us in ways we could never have imagined.We cleaned up as best we could, scrubbing the grime and filth from our bodies. The water was cold, but it felt like a cleansing balm on our abused flesh. We didn't speak, our eyes meeting only in the mirror's reflection, the weight of our shared secret hanging heavy between us.As we climbed into bed, the mattress a prison of our own making, I knew that we were both thinking the same thing. How could we ever look each other in the eye again? How could we pretend that this night had never happened?But as we lay there, our bodies pressed together for warmth and comfort, she reached for me, her hand finding its way to my still-hard cock. And with a whispered apology, she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head in a silent promise of redemption.The pleasure was intense, a white-hot bolt that shot through me as she sucked and licked, her teeth grazing my sensitive skin. And as I came, spilling my seed into her mouth, I knew that we were bound together in this sick, twisted dance, forever entwined in the web of our shared shame.Story Concluded!If you loved this story please share and provide your valuable feedback, suggestions and ideas . I hereby commit to fulfill all your perverse fantasies and deepest darkest desires through my content! Thankyou!You'rs Perversely - Scorpion555