The Malhotra mansion, once a symbol of conservative respectability, had transformed overnight into a den of open incestuous lust. The morning after the matriarch Sarla joined the depraved family orgy, the air still smelled of dried cum, sweat, and sex. Priya lay tangled between her husband Rohan and her bhabhi Meera on the large bed in the master bedroom. Cum leaked from every hole of the three women. Fresh welts and hickies covered their bodies like badges of ownership.

Sarla, the once-strict mother-in-law, was the first to wake up. She looked at her naked daughters-in-law and sons with a mix of shame and lingering arousal. “What have we done?” she whispered, but her hand unconsciously moved between her legs, touching her still-swollen pussy.