This story continues from roughly a week after the incidents of the previous few chapters. Would strongly advise reading them first before coming to this. It's only my first attempt at a series like this, so please be patient, and excuse silly typos / errors. I'm still learning this game a bit, so any feedback is appreciated!
Also, this particular chapter tries to go further into the mother-daughter bond - it takes a while to establish the scene, and explain the progression of the characters' mood swings and feelings. If some strong language, expletives, and a bit of controlled violence / domination is not your cup of tea, you might want to prepare yourself ahead. Needless to say, as with all the previous stories (and as we've established in the storyline itself), none of the characters are underage.
= PPanwar
"Savi, come down... Dinner's ready!" called Sumana, as she set the pan on the table. It was a simple meal today - a basic dal and rice, with some sautéed vegetables. It was just her and her eldest tonight, as Shashi had left on a business trip, and Sanjana was at a sleepover with some of her friends. As Sumana headed back to the kitchen to fetch the rice, a cold draft in the air had her rubbing the goosebumps on her forearm.
For a moment, it sent her mind wandering - as it often did these days - thinking about the events in Goa. The nights, the unfolding events, the debauchery... A haze of images and intertwined limbs that threatened to go off on a spiral, as Sumana felt the hair at the back of her neck stand, her nipples hardening just a little bit. She had to clutch the dais to regain some composure.
It had been a week since the three of them - mother and daughters - had returned from their "vacation". The memories of that fateful night, when she'd let herself devolve in a night of utter depravity with her own daughters & 5 strangers - were still fresh in her mind. It was a fever dream - of bodies writhing in the dimness of the room, mouths sucking and licking at carnal flesh, sweat mingling with cum...
It was still hard to believe all that had transpired - that she, the erstwhile prudent mother of two, had had a sexual orgy with her own daughters and a bunch of random strangers... It all seemed so surreal. Yet, when she closed her eyes and focused, the images came flooding back - vivid, intense. She could see herself writhing in ecstasy as a retinue of men fucked her, sending orgasmic sensations rippling through her body. The memories were still fresh, and it was almost as if every time she closed her eyes, she was back there in Goa, being fucked like an animal by an army of studs, her body nothing more than a tool for their pleasure.
She could feel the heat building up inside her, and she knew that she wanted - needed - to relieve some of the tension. But, since their return - the three of them were yet to address the issue upfront. Apart from one fleeting conversation during the drive back from the airport, where Sumana dared to ask about how long Savita and Sanjana had been getting it on, only to receive ambiguous responses from them both. She decided not to broach the topic for a while - especially given how raw the memories of that night must be.
But, it had now been a week - a week filled with confusing thoughts and emotions, that needed to be processed. As much as it was unfathomable in her own mind, Sumana understood how it must be twice as hard for her daughters to compute. Yet, the night they'd had, the images and sensations it conjured... They were all still so fresh in her mind. The thought of it made her skin tingle, and she could feel herself growing wet just thinking about it.
Sumana walked into the dining room, the plate of sabzi in hand. As she sat down next to her eldest, she couldn't help but notice that something was on her mind.
"So, Savi, are you going to tell me what's been on your mind all week?" she said, breaking the silence. Savita looked up at her, her face flushed.
"Oh, nothing, mom. Just been a bit tired, I guess," she said, her eyes darting around. Sumana could see right through her, and knew she wasn't being completely honest. She could tell that her daughter was still reeling a bit from everything that happened, and it was evident in the way that she was acting - distant and quiet.
Sumana placed her hand on Savita's shoulder and gave her a light squeeze. "Look, I know this recent week hasn't been easy, and you have been a bit distant with Sanjana & I. I understand that it was a lot to take in, but please just know that I'm always here if you want to talk," she said, her tone warm.
"Yeah, I know, mom. Thanks. I'm just still trying to make sense of it all," Savita replied, her voice soft and distant. Sumana could see the tension in her daughter's shoulders, and she wanted nothing more than to ease that tension, to help her understand and process everything that had happened.
"You know, Savi... You might feel that what we did that night was wrong. I won't deny that... I did too. I'm your mother, I'm supposed to be the one setting a good example. And what I did - well, what I let them do to me, what we did to each other... I'm sure many will find that it's wrong. But, as your mother, I also know that sometimes you have to do things that might not be considered "right", because they make you happy, and that's all that matters," she said, her voice full of emotion.
She could feel her own body start to react, the memories of that night playing out in her mind. The feelings of shame and guilt were still there, but they were quickly being replaced by a sense of arousal. Her skin was tingling, and she could feel that latent wetness growing further between her legs. She wanted to touch herself, to relieve some of the tension, but she held back, wanting to remain strong for her daughter.
As they ate in silence for what seemed like an eternity, Savita finally broke the silence.
"I'm not ashamed of what we did, mom. I mean, sure, it was a bit weird, but I'm not going to deny that it was also fun. It felt good to be wanted, to be desired. To feel someone inside you, giving you pleasure like you haven't experienced before."
Savita continued, "The way you reacted that night - how you surrendered yourself completely to the moment. It was incredible. I've never felt that kind of freedom before, and it felt so... liberating."
"So, yeah, I'm not ashamed of what we did. But it is also hard to talk about, to even think about, because of how confusing and weird it was. I mean, how does a mother & her daughters share such intimate experiences with strangers - much less a whole team of stallions, who fucked them like... like a bunch of...?"
Savita, struggling for a word, was interrupted by a tearful Sumana, who simply blurted, "Sluts, Savi. Sluts. Whores! That is what we became."
There it was... The word, the moniker that the volleyball players had referred to her and her daughters, was finally out there... In the open. It hung in the air like a cloud of stench, permeating every corner of the room. It was hard to breathe, and Sumana found it difficult to look her eldest daughter in the eye.
Savita, meanwhile, seemed to be in a state of shock. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her eyes were wide with surprise. It was clear that she had not been expecting to hear that word coming from her own mother's lips, at least not in this setting. But, before she could say anything, Sumana continued, her voice shaking with emotion.
