The eighth day in the hill cottage brought another heavy storm. Dark clouds covered the sky and thunder roared like angry gods watching their sin. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of sex, cum, and sweat. Meera woke up with her body aching sweetly. Her pussy and asshole were sore from yesterday’s rough fucking, but her heart felt full of dark hunger for her son.

Raj was already awake, his thick dick hard and pressing against her soft ass. He kissed the back of her neck and whispered, “Today is special, Maa. Today I will breed you. I will fill your womb with my seed and make you pregnant with your own son’s child.”