Hey, I’m Sunny, from Vadodara, Gujarat. I’m 22, and I’m fucking addicted to porn. Every night, when the house goes dead quiet, I pull up some steamy videos on my phone and jerk my cock till I blow my load. Reading sex stories is my other kink, especially the ones that throw in some twisted family shit. But what I’m about to spill is the hottest, wildest thing that’s ever happened to me, and it went down in the sleeper coach of a train.
This is about my mom, Neeta, and my sis, Jiya. Mom’s 44, a schoolteacher with a banging 34-28-36 figure. She’s not a supermodel, but her curvy body draped in a saree and that creamy waist can make any cock stand at attention. The way she sways her hips when she walks, it’s like she’s begging to be fucked. Her saree pallu keeps slipping, flashing her deep navel and soft curves that set my blood on fire. Jiya’s 20, a second-year college chick, with a 34-30-36 figure, just like Mom’s but with a thicker waist. Her smile and those tits straining against her tight t-shirt can stop any guy in his tracks. Her ass in those tight slacks? Shit, it’s so round and firm, you can’t peel your eyes off it.
We were headed to Kanyakumari for summer vacation. Dad’s transferred to Delhi, so it’s just me, Mom, and Jiya at home. We planned the trip as a family, but the day before, Dad got called to Delhi for work. The trip was nearly canned, but he said he’d meet us in Kanyakumari. So, we went for it. It was a holiday special train, but no AC tickets, so we were stuck in sleeper class.
At Vadodara station, we hopped on the train. Mom was in a light blue saree that clung to her curves, her pallu slipping to show off her milky waist and that sexy navel. Jiya rocked a black t-shirt, so tight her tits looked ready to bust the buttons, and gray slacks that hugged every inch of her juicy ass. We settled into our seats, smack in the middle of the coach. The vibe was chill, and we were hyped for the trip. Mom laughed, “Sunny, Kanyakumari’s gonna be a blast. The beach, the sunset, fresh air!” Jiya teased, “Yeah, Mom, you just want an excuse to flaunt that saree and get all the guys staring.” Mom shot back, giggling, “Oh, please, you’re the one itching to show off your hot little body.” I cracked up. The mood was playful, with a hint of heat.
The train started rolling. The coach wasn’t too crowded, so it felt relaxed. Mom adjusted her pallu, her fingers brushing her exposed waist as she looked out the window. “Sunny, look at this view. So peaceful,” she said. Jiya popped in her earphones, humming to some song, her tits bouncing slightly as she moved. A bit later, the ticket checker (TC) showed up. A crusty old bastard, about 55, with a thick mustache and a hard-ass attitude. He asked for our tickets. I handed over all three. Then he demanded IDs. I showed mine and Mom’s, but Jiya’s was missing. She started rummaging through her bag, panicking. Her t-shirt rode up, flashing her creamy waist and a hint of her navel. The TC’s eyes locked onto her like a hawk. Jiya couldn’t find her ID. He barked, “No ID, no travel. You’ll get off at the next station.”
I tried reasoning, “Sir, we’ve got tickets. It’s just one ID missing.” Mom chimed in, “Yeah, sir, she’s a college girl. She has an ID, must’ve forgotten it.” But the fucker wouldn’t budge. “Rules are rules,” he growled. Then Mom slipped up, saying, “Sir, take some money and let it slide.” That’s when we fucked up big time. The TC’s face turned red. “Bribing a government servant? Wait here, I’m calling the cops.”
Mom freaked out, her pallu trembling in her shaky hands. She pleaded, “Sir, please, it was a mistake. Forgive us.” But the old bastard wasn’t having it. He called over two cops. One was a beefy guy, dark as hell with a thick mustache. The other was leaner, but his eyes had a sly glint. They talked to the TC, then turned to Mom. “Madam, come with us. We’ll sort this out.” Mom was shaking. I said, “I’m coming too.” They nodded, “Fine, all three of you. Leave your stuff here.”
We walked through three coaches to the last one, a dimly lit compartment with two facing seats, a bathroom, and a toilet. Two guards were there, both built like tanks, dressed in black kurtas. The cops told them Mom tried to bribe the TC. The guards laughed, “What, madam? Such a classy lady, and you’re offering bribes? That’s a crime.” Mom clasped her hands, begging, “Sir, it was a mistake. Please let us go.” But they weren’t listening.
The cops pulled Mom to the corner of the compartment. Jiya stood next to me, her breathing heavy. I whispered, “Jiya, what the fuck’s going on?” She muttered, “I don’t know, Sunny, but something’s off.” Mom came back, her face pale, and said, “Sunny, go back to the seat. We’ll come later.” I protested, “No way, Mom, I’m not leaving you.” She gave me that serious look, “Sunny, do as I say. Go.” She swore on my name, and I had no choice. My gut was screaming something was wrong, but I trudged back to our seat.
I sat there, my mind racing. Why the fuck did Mom send me away? Something was up. Then the TC showed up again, grinning like a creep. “Hey, kid, wanna have some fun?” I froze. He put his hand on my cock through my pants. I thought, Is this fucker gay? I shoved his hand off, “No way, man.” He laughed and walked off, only to return with a gorgeous woman. Long black hair, tight red dress, eyes dripping with lust. She sat next to me, her hand sliding straight to my cock. My pants were loose, and she pulled my dick out, stroking it slow. I was stunned but rock hard. She leaned down, her hot mouth swallowing my cock whole. Her tongue swirled around the tip, licking every inch, and her warm breath sent shivers up my spine. I groaned, “Oh fuck… suck it… yeah, like that… you’re so fucking good…” She sucked me like a pro, bobbing her head, her lips tight around my shaft, teasing my balls with her fingers.
In minutes, I blew my load. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips like it was candy. I was shocked, This chick just drank my cum. She got up and left, and the TC tossed her a 500-rupee note. Then he showed me a video on his phone—her sucking my cock. I begged, “Please, delete that shit.” He smirked, “Sure, kid, but first, I’m gonna show you something wild.”
He led me to the guard’s compartment. “Hide here and watch,” he said, “or this video goes viral.” I was fucked. I crouched by the gap between the coaches, where the coupling was half-covered. What I saw blew my fucking mind.
Mom was sprawled on a seat, her saree hiked up to her waist, her creamy thighs spread wide. Her pussy was glistening, wet as fuck, with a hint of hair. The beefy cop was on top of her, buck naked, his thick black cock pounding her pussy deep. Every thrust made a wet slap-slap-slap sound, her juices dripping down her thighs. Mom was moaning, “Ohhh… slow down… fuck… you’re killing me…” Her saree pallu was on the floor, her blouse barely holding her tits, which jiggled with every thrust. The cop gripped her waist, slamming into her, his sweat dripping onto her milky skin. He hiked her saree higher, exposing her navel and the curve of her hips. Her pussy stretched around his cock, taking every inch, and her moans got louder, “Fuck… slow… my pussy’s gonna tear…”
The other cop was at her face, his cock stuffed in her mouth. Mom was sucking him, her lips wrapped tight, her tongue working his shaft. She mumbled, “Mmm… mmm…” her mouth full, her eyes watery but burning with heat. The cop grabbed her hair, fucking her mouth, his cock sliding deep, making her gag softly.
I looked for Jiya. She was on the upper berth, on all fours like a dog. Her t-shirt was pushed up, her creamy waist glowing under the dim light. Her slacks were down to her knees, her round ass bare. A guard was behind her, his cock buried in her pussy, fucking her like an animal. Her pussy was soaked, and every thrust made a squish-squish sound. Jiya was screaming, “Oh fuck… slow down… you’re wrecking my pussy… ohhh…” The guard held her hips, his balls slapping her ass with every thrust, thap-thap-thap. Her ass jiggled, her pussy glistening with her juices and his precum.
The guard came hard, pulling out as his cum dripped from Jiya’s pussy. He told her to get down. The TC grabbed Jiya’s waist and dragged her to the coupling area, right in front of me. Jiya gripped the railing, bending over slightly. Her slacks were still down, her wet pussy on full display, cum trickling down her thighs. The TC shoved his thick cock into her pussy. It slid in easy, her hole slick and ready. He fucked her hard, slap-slap-slap, his cock pounding her deep. Jiya moaned, “Ohhh… slow… fuck… my pussy… you’re too big…” He smacked her ass lightly, making her scream, “Fuck… ohhh… you’re killing me…” Her pussy was dripping, cum and juices pooling on the floor.
The TC came, pulling out as his load spilled from her pussy. Another guard stepped up, sliding his cock into her soaked hole, fucking her slap-slap-slap. Jiya’s moans got louder, “Oh fuck… slow down… my pussy’s burning…” Then the cop who was face-fucking Mom brought her to the coupling, standing her next to Jiya. Now I was staring at both their pussies, inches from my face. Mom’s pussy was dripping with cum, her thighs slick. The cop lifted her saree higher and rammed his cock into her, fucking her standing up.
Both Mom and Jiya’s pussies were getting pounded, cocks sliding in and out like pistons. Mom screamed, “Ohhh… slow… fuck… my pussy… I’m dying…” Jiya wailed, “Fuck… slow down… you’re tearing me apart…” Their asses shook with every thrust, the thap-thap-thap of flesh slamming together echoing in the coach. Mom’s saree was completely off, her blouse ripped open, her tits bouncing free. Jiya’s t-shirt was up to her chest, her creamy waist and navel glowing. The cop and guard fucked them harder, their cocks glistening with cum and pussy juice.
They both came at once, unloading deep in Mom and Jiya’s pussies. Both screamed, “Ohhh… fuck… stop…” and stumbled back. Mom’s pussy was leaking cum, dripping down her thighs. Jiya’s slacks were around her ankles, her pussy swollen and wet. I stood up, heart pounding. The TC came out, smirking, “Kid, your mom and sis are coming back. Their pussies take cock like pros. Bet they get fucked daily.” I didn’t say shit and went back to our seat.
Soon, Mom and Jiya returned, exhausted, holding the seats to walk. Mom’s face was flushed, her saree a mess. Jiya’s t-shirt was soaked with sweat, her breathing heavy. Mom said, “Sunny, we’re gonna sleep.” I nodded, “Okay.” They collapsed on their seats, Mom’s saree still disheveled, Jiya’s slacks barely pulled up. I climbed to the upper berth and passed out.
The next morning, they were quiet. Mom said, “Sunny, forget what happened. Let’s enjoy the trip.” Jiya gave a weak smile, but her eyes said something else. We didn’t talk about it again, but that night burned into my brain. Kanyakumari was fun, but nothing topped that wild fucking night on the train.