"Uh, uh, harder!" The sounds were loud as I walked through the door of the villa I shared with my mother.
I was delayed on set as I was held back talking to the choreographer and assistant director. Ajit had excused himself early from the final few scenes of the day. My mother was nowhere to be seen either but this a habit of hers in recent times. I was rather bored once my scenes ended and I missed Adnan. He had uplifted my last few days. We were still due on set for another couple of hours but as my scenes were shot early, I left early. I planned on some social media scrolling of Adnan's profile as I lay in bed. Was I hopelessly lovesick? It had been a long time since I felt this way about anyone.
As I walked into my villa, the loud moans were sounding through the villa and I only wished I had not heard them. I did not want to imagine my mother having sex at her age and I definitely did not want to hear her. The sounds of her cheeks getting clapped were getting louder. I covered my ears and walked towards my bedroom but the sounds seemed to be getting louder.
It was when I was at my partially open bedroom door that I saw Ajit and my mother butt naked on my bed. Ajit behind her as my mom was face down ass up.
"You like that? You like getting fucked on your daughter's bed?" He asked in a rhetorical manner.
"Uh! Uh! Harder! Fuck me!" My mother begged in response.
I hid out of view as I peered at the old man fucking my mother. My mom was too old for this but I was surprisingly intrigued. I would look away out of disgust but then my eyes would be drawn back.
I watched as my mother tried to grip his cock with each thrust. She pushed back and her grinded up against him. Her cheeks clenching each time. Ajit was slamming into her with sheer force each time. It was a visceral and animalistic fucking.
My body felt weird. I was tingly and horny but red with shame and disgust.
"Are you a hotter fuck than Alisa? Is your pussy tighter than Alisa?" He grunted. I felt this strong revulsion inside of me as I heard my name used in such a way.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!" My mother moaned in response. The scene was sickening.
"I want mother and daughter at the same time," he grunted as he began to fuck her hard.
"Yes! Yes! Uff! Ajit! I am cumming!" She moaned in response as she began to orgasm.
My mother's body gyrated and her legs began to spasm as she came hard. It was so sick. Did she just suggest a threesome with her daughter and lover?
Even for my mother, he was at least 20 years older. I had to leave but when I looked down, one hand was clutching my breast and the other was between my legs rubbing my hot and moist pussy.
The revulsion turned to myself as I quietly snuck out of the villa. I went to a nearby restaurant for some hard drinks. The scene would not leave my mind.
I called Adnan but his phone was switched off. I would kill him if this was an elaborate ghosting attempt from him.
I scrolled through his social media and his last post was from when he landed in the Country he had mentioned. There was nothing else. It made me more re-assured.
Social media was a distraction from the sick and perverted love life of my mother. She was obsessed with trapping men. I found her frustrating as she always turned into a naïve teenager when she fell for men.
An hour on my own and I was able to shake the thoughts from my mind. The most important thing was that my career was back. Filming was almost over and I had a new beau. Also, Ajit had been nothing but fatherly towards me since I guess him and my mom were dating. This just seemed like a weird fantasy or fetish or kink or whatever the hell label there was for this.
At the time, I did not know it but bigger things would happen that would make life very difficult for me.
We had just finished shooting and it was our last few days in the villa. My mother was intent on keeping her relationship hidden from me and I guess I preferred not to know.
I was in the lounge area, just watching an old classic movie when my phone began beeping. Repetitive and constant beeps but I ignored them. My mother was out and it would not take me many guesses to figure out where she was or in which position. I shivered with disgust at the idea.
Then I heard the door open and it was my mother. What was she doing back so early?
"Give me your phone," she said as she hurried over to me. Ajit was closely following behind her. Oh fuck, they were getting serious.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Just trust me on this," she said.
I opened my phone as the curiosity was too much. There was a video all over social media. It was a short clip of me and my ex. 10 seconds long and you can hear me moan. I felt like I was sinking in a black hole. The room began to spin and I fell back on the sofa. Ajit and my mom came over for support.
"I will take care of it. He will not get away with it," my mom said.
"We will take care of it," Ajit replied. Fuck, they were getting serious. I thought again in despair, despite my own fate being uncertain. My mom always made terrible choices with men and Ajit did not fill me with confidence. He was fucking married from what I knew.
Adnan's phone had been switched off and I just thought he was hard to contact because he was in remote locations but it was 2025. Could you really be in a place with no internet? I needed him right now.
Then I noticed an update on his social media. A picture of him hiking with a group. Maybe he has internet now? So I tried calling him once more. Phone was switched off. That anxiety inside of me built up that he was ghosting me.
So I thought I would send a dm. "Hey, how is the doc going?" It was read but no reply. So he saw the message? Right? I felt like I was going crazy. The radio silence was killing me as it felt like I was hitting a wall over and over.
I waited a few days, "Been a while. I miss you x." I was trying to keep it lovey dovey but that anxiety was building. Again, I was left on read.
I am becoming withdrawn as shooting has ended. I do not leave the Maldives immediately as I am not ready to face the scrutiny back in Mumbai. The media frenzy was crazy around the video. I would read comments calling me a slut and a whore. My mother had put out a denial and blamed AI/deepfake but I knew it was real.
I am drinking more than usual and taking pills, anything I can get my hands on to cope with my depression/anxiety.
I keep waiting for Adnan's reply but nothing. Not even an acknowledgement. I cannot think of a place so remote that you cannot send a simple message back.
My messages to him are becoming more frequent and unhinged.
"Are you ignoring me?" "Why are you doing this?" "I am going crazy without you."
In the end I lost my patience. "Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Don't ever speak to me again." I blocked his number, his socials, basically everything.
Ajit had stayed as well but he had moved into our villa. We had a spare room that he was taking but I was lost in my own depression of alcohol and drugs.
It had been a week of me in a spiral of depression when my mother lost her patience with me. She cleaned out my room of all the prescription medication and ordered me to sober up.
Ajit and my mom had been covering for me in the media. They had paid social media influencers to defend me and tried to take back control. The narrative was changing and people were calling my ex a creep for leaking the footage and some were even gullible enough to believe the deepfake story.
We were due to fly back in a few days but the relationship of Ajit and my mother was beginning to annoy me and it became a fixation for me as I drowned out reality. I always had a weird relationship with father figures. After my own left, I never approved of any relationship my mother had. The last one was hitting on me when I was underage, so that gives you an idea of bad my mother is with men.
After my mother's strong reaction, I had no choice but to act normal. She had taken most of my pills but she did not take them all. She left one bottle, but I had not really taken it as it had a side effect of working as a powerful aphrodisiac.
"Since we are here, should we take some bikini pictures for social media?" I suggested. My mother had sexualized my social media image and she knew this was important for my brand.
I dressed up in several bikinis over the next two days. Some more revealing than others. Ajit tried not to leer at me but I can sense he is struggling to control his wandering eye. My mother notices but she does not say anything. Some of my poses for the snaps are deliberately teasing.
"Ajit, do you want to take some pictures? After all, you are a director for a living," I ask in a teasing manner.
"Social media is your mother's specialty," he replies rather humbly. My mother's pussy was black magic, if it could tame a man like Ajit.
I was spreading my legs and adjusting my bikinis as much as I could get away with to tease Ajit. It did not seem to work and he was very respectful to me. So, it was on to Plan B.
Each night, Ajit brought a bottle of red wine. This night I crushed up several pills and dropped them in the bottle before giving it a good mix. The pills increased your pleasure hormones but made you extremely horny. Well, that was the effect it had on me.
After a few glasses, we were just sat in the lounge area and engaged in casual conversation. I noticed my mother and Ajit begin to exchange glances. They had hungry eyes as they looked up each other's body. My mother was dressed in a tight fitting black dress with high heels. I was wearing a red wrap around dress that easily unwrapped with high heels.
I noticed from their eyes and subtle movements of their body that the drug was having the same effect on them that it had on me.
"Ajit, did you know my mom always reminds that she was such a good dancer in her prime?" I said.
"Please, don't," my mom said.
"Oh really," he replied as he watched the curves of my mother's body.
My mom bit her lip at this brazen look and her protests were melting.
I got up in the clear area in the middle of the room, "come on Mom. Let Ajit judge who is better." I ushered her out of her seat as she joined me in the middle. She played coy and nervous but soon she was swaying to the rhythm and her body was making sultry movements as she tried to entice Ajit. She would glance over at him in the hope that his eyes remained on her.
I motioned for Ajit to get up and he soon joined us in the middle. Ajit went straight for my mom and grabbed her by the hips pulling her into him. The drug was having a powerful effect on him and he was unable to control himself in front of me. The need already overtaking him.
My mom was grinding against his hard cock as his shorts was stretched to breaking point. I came up behind and began to unbutton his t-shirt. I pulled his shirt off but there was no stop from my mom or Ajit. He was groping her as we danced together. He grabbed her ass and even groped her fat tits. Her dress was becoming disheveled and pulled apart.
He pulled her into a kiss as I began to kiss his shoulder, neck and back from behind. It was hot and steamy as we became lost to this drug fuelled lust.
"Ajit, you clearly think my mom is the better dancer. But who is the better kisser?" I asked as I turned his face towards me and pulled him into a kiss.
Our bodies were all together as Ajit did not hesitate in kissing me. His tongue swiftly down my throat as I wrapped my own tongue around his. It was hot and steamy. My mom did not like being left out and soon pulled herself back into the kiss.
Soon we were in a crazy threeway kiss, swapping saliva, tongue fighting and we pulled down his shorts to reveal his fat cock as my mom stroked it and I squeezed his balls. We were not ourselves, we had no sense of reality or who we were. This would disgust me in reality but the drug was pushing us to a sexual orgy. In reality, I was the cause of this. I wanted to sabotage my mother's relationship and I took desperate measures to do so.
I went behind my mother and unzipped her dress. I began kissing her neck and shoulder. My hands caressing her body as I slowly lowered the dress. She was wearing a push up bra and a thong. She had been dressing a lot sexier since Ajit entered her life.
I unwrapped my dress and let it drop. We were just in our underwear when I dropped to my knees. My mother was hungrier than me as she joined me. We began sucking his virile and hard cock. Was this the drug? Or was he always this virile and hard? He was fucking 60. Did my Mother do this to him?
I was licking the bottom of his shaft and balls as my mother began licking and sucking on his fat head. She was insatiable as she made gobbling noises. In usual circumstances this would give me the biggest ick but on this drug, it was hot as fuck.
She began to push me off his dick as she began to deepthroat and choke herself on his cock. She was a fucking slut and I could see why Ajit was obsessed with her. She began to mark her territory as she smeared her red lipstick along his cock. Ajit pulled his dick out and slapped her face and smeared her lipstick along her face and his dick. It was such a wanton display and hot as fuck to witness.
I thought fuck it, I was not done. I went behind Ajit and spread his cheeks. I spat on his asshole and dived in with my tongue. This was no mood to be shy and the drug made me a crazed horny slut.
I circled his asshole and dived deep with my tongue. He was squirming and struggling to control himself.
Soon he was throat fucking my mom as he went crazy. I was tonguing his asshole in a rapid manner.
"Oh fuck," he grunted and groaned as he slammed into my mom's mouth. His ass clenched around my tongue that was tongue fucking his ass.
My mom did the most disgusting thing I had seen. She spat his cum back on to his cock and I watched as the saliva mixed with his cum. She then licked it clean once more. It was disgusting and arousing in the in the same moment. Absolute wanton behavior.
We took control of him as we pinned him to the ground. We were not done with him, but it only took 30 seconds to realize he was not done either. The drug was a miracle as his cock was hard once more like it had never gone soft.
My climbed on top of his cock like an insatiable slut and began riding him like a wild west cowgirl. Her hair was flowing back and her hips were swinging as she rode him.
I did not want to miss out and I climbed on top of his face. This old man was either going to die from having the greatest night of his life or live to tell the tale.
His tongue was exploring my wet and dripping pussy. His tongue was licking around my clit which was not shy tonight as it seemed to be extremely sensitive.
My mom had her eyes closed and she looked serene as she rode the man's cock as I rode his tongue and sat on his face. There was a sexual energy that was created by the drug but I could not help myself. I kissed her closing my eyes as our lips made contact.
It was intense as her tongue entered my mouth and our saliva mixed. It was so fucking hot. We began to ride more vigorously as our moans were felt through the kiss. I had never kissed another woman and it was crazy that I was kissing mg own mother. But the power of the drug was such that we were just flesh and sexual beings. The family ties did not exist in our drug fueled state.
Ajit was taking more control as he began to lick in that gap between my asshole and pussy. He was teasing me. Soon, he was licking my asshole. I hated anal play but in this hyper aroused state, I could not stop him. I was touching my mom's heavy breasts and tugging on her thick nipples. She was sensually rubbing my breasts and teasing the areola of my nipples.
His tongue began to lick around the ring of my asshole. It caused me to clench and then unclench. It was a slow teasing play of my asshole. My mother was riding him with greater vigor.
He began to dart his tongue into my asshole as he tongue fucked it. His hand moved between my legs and his thumb began to furiously rub my clit.
We were all burning in heat and reaching a further peak. My mother slammed down hard against him as she came. His tongue was deep in my ass as it sent me over the edge in a convulsing orgasm.
We finally broke apart as we rolled off him and tried to catch our breath. We were all breathing heavily as we lay on the ground and I had assumed that would be the end of the evening but the hyper arousal was still burning within me.
The rest of the night is a haze but that was not the end of it. My mother soon had me in a kiss and we were sensually touching each other as we put on a show for Ajit. Her thigh was between my legs and I could see the wet streaks I left on her thigh.
It did not take long to get Ajit to join us once more. We fucked in several positions and Ajit was a man possessed. His cock never seemed to be down for long. He double dipped us. He fucked my mom from behind as she ate my pussy. We swapped positions. I lost count of the number of orgasms we had. It was a crazy, crazy night.
In the morning, there was an awkwardness after the drug had wore off and the reality of daylight set in. We just did not speak about it and headed back to Mumbai the next day. In some ways, I felt relieved that I had saved my mother from another disastrous relationship. She was too old to be pursuing married men. She deserved better.
Once we were back, my mother began thinking of ideas on how to tackle the sex tape leak. Why was I so stupid to let someone record me?